Chapter Twenty-Five: Ghost Fire

  Wang Yang saw it didn't move, so he descended another meter, turned his head and looked over, but the Bladed Tiger still didn't make a sound.

  Then he lowered himself by about fifty centimeters, stretched out his hand holding the branch and hooked the wooden spear.

  The wooden spear was not far from him, about three meters away.

  He was at this height, plus the length of his arm, just able to reach the wooden spear.

  He stretched out a branch of the tree to the front end of the wooden spear, fell to the ground, and swept it over to himself, rolling the wooden spear on the ground.

  Baozhu didn't understand what Wang Yang was doing and cautiously stood up.

  Wang Yang climbed up another 50 centimeters and went to sweep the wooden spear.

  The closer he got to Mu Jiao, the more he climbed upwards.

  When the wooden spear had reached the bottom of the tree, he used the forked end of a branch to stab at its middle. As the branch was pushed open by the wooden spear, it also held the wooden spear in place. With one pull, he pulled out the wooden spear.

  Wang Yang took the wooden spear and, as usual, added the bone spur to it.

  The tiger looked at him with a puzzled expression, thinking of waiting for Wang Yang to come down from the tree, without making any movement.

  Back on the tree, Wang let out a sigh of relief, with his weapon in hand, feeling much more at ease, no longer afraid that any large animals could climb up.

  "Don't stare at me, go find some food quickly, I'm hungry and you're hungry too, what's the point?"

  Wang Yang casually shouted a few sentences, expressing his dissatisfaction.

  The blade-toothed tiger was unmoved, determined to play with his life.

  Wang Yang saw that it was so persistent and could only go to sleep. Anyway, he had disturbed the Blazing Tiger for a whole night, and now it probably wanted to rest too.

  This time in his dream, he lived in a luxurious big house, sat on the balcony in a rocking chair, basking in the sun.

  On the table on the right-hand side, there was a cup of steaming hot coffee, with several biscuits beside it.

  There are several books on the table on the left side.

  In front is a lawn, children are flying kites, and little white rabbits are jumping happily beside.

  He took a sip of tea, ate a piece of biscuit, and then picked up a book with four big characters on the cover: "On Protracted War!"

  He picked up another one, with "Wilderness Survival Guide" emblazoned on the cover.

  He changed another one, this time it was: "The Life of a Saber-toothed Tiger..."

  He woke up with a start in the midst of his curses and remembered the dream he had just had, speechless and choked.

  It is said that the day has its thoughts and the night has its dreams. He is now both hungry and thirsty, still in an extremely harsh environment, what he wants most is a comfortable life.

  Looking at the sky, it's already near dusk, with a dim yellow light.

  As he thought of what had happened in his dream, he looked down and was stunned.

  "Where is the tiger's claw?!"

  Only within ten meters below, where is the shadow of half an animal? There are only fallen leaves and the skeleton of a civet.

  Wang Yang hastily turned his head.

  There is nothing behind.

  There is nothing in front.

  There is nothing on the left.

  There is nothing on the right side.

  There are no shrubs, nothing behind the big trees, and within thirty meters of what can be seen, there is nothing.

  At this moment, a hot current rushed into Wang Yang's brain, and his joyful mood almost made him jump up.

  "The saber-toothed tiger has gone to find food!"

  With this idea, Wang Yang's blood was boiling with excitement, what an opportunity!

  He looked around again, making sure the saber-toothed tiger was nowhere nearby, and then set off immediately.

  He didn't want any branches either, so he took a wooden spear in one hand and a stone awl in the other and climbed down the tree.

  He ran to the side of the fruit tree, quickly loaded a few fruits, and with one in his mouth, he ran forward for twenty meters.

  He is now about two hundred meters away from the edge, but Wang Yang does not dare to rush forward with his head down. There are too many shrubs and big trees here, which block the view. If he is not careful, he will be killed.

  And after having the experience of being bitten by a snake for the first time, I realized that panic is not an option.

  He stopped and re-examined the new 20-meter view, and after determining there was no danger, he ran another stretch.

  In about two minutes, he had already reached a position of one hundred meters.

  Compared with before, his speed has increased a lot, mainly because he understands the forest more, and at a glance, he knows where there is danger.

  He came to a stop at a distance of about eighty meters.

  This time he stopped and found a big tree in front of him, with a sturdy and sinister figure hiding behind it, revealing half of its buttocks.

  At a glance, Wang Yang recognized it and was certain that it was undoubtedly the saber-toothed tiger!

  Didn't expect to encounter it so soon.

  Wang Yang was still feeling frustrated, so he put away his wooden spear and switched to a stone-tipped one.

  That bastard is so sneaky hiding behind the big tree, he must have found himself.

  Wang Yang then climbed up a big tree nearby and took out a small stone, which he suddenly smashed onto the back of the saber-toothed tiger.

  "Don't hide anymore, I've found you!"

  The tiger's eyes glared with a fierce light as it ran over, this time it didn't let out a loud roar, but instead stared at Wang Yang.

  Its belly makes a "gurgling" sound, as if it hasn't caught any food yet.

  It hung its head in shame and lay back down on the ground, looking very disheartened.

  Wang Yang's mood was also bad, and he had to hold out for a while longer.

  Fortunately, I have a clear advantage now, with fruit to eat and no need to worry about water sources or food.

  The situation of the saber-toothed tiger was just the opposite, starving to death, and could only drink a little dew on the nearby leaves.

  It's not too late now, so Wang Yang called out.

  "Wooo... Wooo..."

  He shouted loudly, hoping the adults would hear him and come find him.

  However, the effect is not good. Now it's still the peak season for predation, and adults won't come to the edge. Moreover, there are too many trees in the forest, which greatly interferes with sound transmission. I estimate that even if the sound reaches that side, it's hard to determine which direction it comes from.

  "Never mind, I'll stay up with you for a few more nights."

  Wang Yang steeled himself and stopped calling out; he was confident that Blade Tiger would eventually leave.

  After all, experts have made inferences, and the hunting ability of saber-toothed tigers is not strong.

  Although today's experts are not quite like that, they are still experts after all. What they say has some basis no matter what.

  Moreover, Wang Yang himself saw that the speed of the Bladed Tiger was not outstanding compared to other animals. Its advantages lay in its weight and its patience, which was as stubborn as a vow not to become a Buddha until Hell is empty.

  The two sides were at an impasse, and night began to fall.

  This night was not peaceful, Wang Yang saw a very strange scene, ghost fire.

  The legendary thing he saw was just ten meters away from him, a cluster of green ghost fire rose into the air.

  Although Wang Yang understood the principle of the ghost fire, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

  The tiger's eyes were filled with a corresponding fear, animals are naturally afraid of fire, he let out a low growl and slowly backed away.

  But as soon as it moved, the ball of ghost fire floated towards it due to air currents, and in a short while, it surrounded its body.

  It let out a terrified roar and rolled around on the ground repeatedly, trying to put out the ghost fire.

  However, the ghost fire is not a real flame and will not be extinguished in this way. No matter how it rolls, it cannot extinguish the fire, and its whole body is surrounded by green flames. In the dark night, even its face has turned green, extremely eerie and terrifying.

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