Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 174 Killing the Wolf (6)

Wolves eat sheep, so wolves are the natural enemies of sheep, but at this moment, they don't distinguish between the hunter and the hunted. They are lying on the grass by the lake, whether it is a bloody corpse or a corpse with a rotting jaw Lying quietly, the body was motionless.

Zhou Hui first pushed the red lamb into the river, and the blood was immediately dispersed by the lake, and it was divided into a large piece of disgusting yellow-red. This is because he will stay here for a while in the lake. It is best to get rid of the smell of blood first. To avoid being targeted by predators when you go back.

The gray wolf's body was not pushed into the river to be washed, because he was not going to take it back, or in other words, it had to be a little bloody to attract carnivorous animals.

It was the same situation as when the goat was chopped bloody by him before.

The lamb was washed, the gray wolf was left on the spot, and Zhou Hui took a machete and turned around the lake, looking for land that was sufficiently soft.

He laboriously consigned two corpses here, one was to wash off the bloody smell, the other was because animals also need to drink water, the chance of coming to the lake every day was higher, and the other was because the soil around the lake was soft enough compared to other places , it is good to dig up the soil and dig a hole in the soil.

After wandering around for a while, Zhou Hui chose two trees beside the lake. Except for the two trees having a branch growing closer, the soil under the branch was naturally soft.

After confirming the location, Zhou Hui reversed the machete and started digging the soil with the back of the machete. There was no tool, and he didn't find any tools like shovels in the wooden house. Of course, he could only use the machete to dig the soil.

Fortunately, the soil around the lake was really soft, and the machete was rusted, so even if there was a gap in the blade, he wouldn't feel bad.

But even if he chose a good place, Zhou Hui still felt a little weak all over, feeling stuffy and hot. As the back of the knife hit the shovel on the soil, the beads of sweat secreted from his forehead trembled, and sometimes a drop dripped with the trembling. Falling, dripping on the overturned clods of soil, making the color of that bit of soil deeper.

This planing took nearly two hours.

There was an extra mound next to the mud hole about half a meter smaller. Zhou Hui threw away the machete covered in mud and blood, wiped the hot sweat on his forehead with his numb and trembling right palm, turned around and came to the On the other side of the artificial wooden raft, it fell into the cool water of the lake.

The lake water was gurgling and flowing, and layers of water patterns swayed on the calm lake surface, and swayed into the depths of the invisible white mist.

After washing the clothes on his body to remove the sweat and the blood stains on his body, after swimming around, he climbed up the creaking wooden raft, and Zhou Hui continued to work with his wet clothes on.

It's certainly uncomfortable to wear wet clothes, but there is no change of clothes here. The lake is wet and the weeds are wet. It seems that even the air around the lake feels wet. The air is hot, but it can't be like that. It's like being on the sunny beach, letting the hot sun dry the body, and you can only feel the hot and humid lake water sticking to your body.

After landing, Zhou Hui took a machete and cut down some thick branches about the thickness of javelins around the forest, but it might be better to say that he got such thick and thin branches just to make "javelins".

He wants predators to take the initiative to stab themselves on these "javelins".

He didn't use this method on the island before, but set fire to the weeds in the hole to roast the wild boar that fell into the hole, because he didn't have a machete at that time, and he didn't have a knife to cut a javelin, but this time It doesn't matter, he has it now.

Moved a stone, piled the branches on the "desk" like a pencil, and used the machete as a "knife". Zhou Hui sharpened the "pencil" by the lake.

The sharp "pencils" have been sharpened one by one, and they are all the length of a shotgun. Zhou Hui is very satisfied when he sees these "pencils", because these sharp thorns must hurt the flesh.

He found a pile of scattered stones again, and he started making traps.

The method of making a trap is very simple. It is nothing more than digging a hole, laying wooden spikes inside, laying out bait, and then waiting for the prey to take the bait automatically.

However, it is very cumbersome to actually implement it. It is necessary to ensure that the walls of the pit are not sloped, so that the prey can be easily climbed up after falling into it. In the middle, even if you insert it in, the wooden thorns will be as strong as growing in the ground. Otherwise, even if prey falls into it, it will not reach the level of stabbing to death.

In fact, hunters sound pretty cool, but real hunters in ancient times were very difficult, and often had to take the risk of not being able to eat...

It's better to be a social animal... Zhou Hui didn't have anything to think about, and it had nothing to do with the current situation, so he jumped into the hole and set up traps with wooden spikes and stones.

First put the wood upright, and then build stones around the wooden thorns. The stones must be closely connected so that they cannot fall down at the first touch. Looking at the bark tied on the branch in advance, he climbed up.

After climbing up, sprinkle some soil in the hole to reinforce it, find some branches in the forest that are usually broken when broken to block the hole, sprinkle leaves, and the basic trap is completed.

The trap was perfect, if Zhou Hui didn't know it himself, but passed by by chance, he wouldn't know there was a trap here, it's just that the leaves scattered here are a bit strange.

After resting for a while, he looked at the wolf corpse and covered his head with a headache, and then started to dig the second pothole.

The same steps, the same time, the difference is that after making the second trap with no flaws on the surface, Zhou Hui was already exhausted and weak.

It took nearly five hours to complete the four traps. Because of the fog, the light around the lake was already very dim. Zhou Hui looked tired and silent, wanting to rest, and chopped the wolf corpse into two pieces, which fell on two On the tree branch above the trap, he dragged the bloodless sample and the machete back.

Although this trap was prepared for wild boars, because only the weight of wild boars would suffer the greatest damage if they fell into the trap, but if the wolves could come and fight with wild boars, he would also welcome it... …

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When Zhou Hui returned to the cabin, the sky was already extremely dark. Zhou Hui suppressed the urge to light the last torch, and fell asleep regardless of the lamb's body after returning.

When he woke up the next day feeling sore and even a little wet, what greeted him was not refreshment, but a tired, confused and sleepy morning.

After one night, even after soaking in the river all night, the body of the lamb already had a slight smell. Zhou Hui skipped breakfast and drank a few sips of unburned river water before he was exhausted and began to turn the lamb into jerky .

Don't let it rain... Zhou Hui thought to himself as he looked at the dark forest that blocked the sun.

Otherwise, how could he follow the bloodstains and find the lair of those gray wolves?

(End of this chapter)