Chapter Twenty-Four Branches

  The tiger's teeth were smashed awake, extremely angry and furious, got up and ate the few strands of meat on the lynx's skull, but didn't leave, continuing to guard Wang Yang.

  As expected, the struggle for territory is an eternal and unchanging topic.

  Facing Wang Yang's repeated invasions, it had no choice but to eliminate him with all its might; otherwise, its future food sources would be divided.

  Wang Yang saw that it was starving and still insisted on guarding itself to death, and he couldn't help but burst into a rage.

  "What the...! You're too cruel!"

  Without thinking too much, Wang Yang also started eating. No matter what, the most important thing in a protracted war is to eat one's fill and conserve strength.

  The standoff continued until noon.

  Never seeing anyone come to look for him, Wang Yang had given up hope. He dragged his tired body and leaned against the tree trunk, in the cool autumn breeze, listening to the calls of animals in the forest, he felt a sense of relaxation in both body and mind.

  He realized this wasn't a real feeling, just his subconscious trying to get him to rest.

  But if you want to sleep here, don't think about sleeping too well.

  Under the tree, the tiger hid behind a large tree. It was scared by Wang Yang's throw, especially once when it hit its eyes and hurt for half a day, so it had to be on guard.

  But its head remained facing Wang Yang, with its eyes closed as if sleeping.

  Wang Yang looked at it helplessly, and suddenly thought of the story of the butcher and the wolf. The wolf in the story also pretended to sleep, but was outsmarted by its own cleverness and killed by the butcher.

  Finally, it is succinctly pointed out: "The wolf is also cunning, but in an instant, two are killed. How much does the change of birds and beasts deceive? It only increases laughter."

  It's said that wolves are also cunning, but they were hung up in an instant. How many more tricks do birds and beasts have? It's just a joke.

  When Wang Yang read this, his heart was filled with longing and he too thought of learning butchery one day.

  But it's easy to say, hard to do. The butcher may be all talk, but he still has his knife, and I have nothing.

  Thinking that he might become a negative example in textbooks, Wang Yang also came up with an idea.

  "I'll pretend to sleep too, maybe when the saber-toothed tiger sees me sleeping, it will leave to hunt for food."

  Wang Yang thought to himself and naturally closed his eyes.

  The moment he closed his eyes, many chaotic scenes appeared in his mind, imagining that the saber-toothed tiger had left and he had grasped the opportunity to escape, then a thunderbolt struck, and he returned to modern times.

  Just as he was making a big splash in the field of history and becoming a professional professor, there was a sudden burst of applause from below, and a loud shout shocked him awake.

  He opened his eyes, and the dim yellow light spilled over the leaves, casting a layer of golden dust. A flock of wild geese flew southward, passing through the crimson sunset, heading towards the horizon.

  The soft light suddenly became piercing, and Wang Yang felt his eyes burning and aching, with tears streaming down uncontrollably.

  Nothing much to say, typical symptoms of insufficient sleep.

  "I actually fell asleep..."

  Wang Yang sighed and indeed his subconscious was still strong, he had deceived and coaxed himself into falling asleep again.

  He lowered his head, and the saber-toothed tiger was under the tree, calling out proudly, as if saying: "Don't think that just because you close your eyes, I don't know you're pretending to sleep..."

  Wang Yang no longer paid attention to it, stretched his waist, and his neck was stiff and painful. He twisted it and let out a sigh.

  He took a look at the mole with one leg left in his hand and took a bite.

  "Roar!"

  The tiger below let out a roar and stared fixedly at the last bit of mole. It seemed that it had indeed endured hunger and guarded itself for a whole day.

  Jian Bao's eyes were wide with excitement, and Wang Yang finally felt a bit more at ease. The pale and tasteless meat had become flavorful, and he ate with relish, chewing loudly and savoring the taste, occasionally smacking his lips in appreciation.

  "This is the ultimate treasure of humanity..."

  "This meat is only fit for heaven..."

  "My mouth is three catties of meat..."

  Wang Yang was extremely shameless and ambiguous in his words, with an expression that was as comical as it could be.

  But the lower jaw is even more unbearable, saliva keeps swallowing, and some of it flows down from the open mouth.

  Wang Yang ate the thigh and felt less hungry, so he left the calf. He didn't dare to eat it all up, who knows how many days a saber-toothed tiger can go hungry.

  After eating, it became boring time again.

  Wang Yang didn't idle around, he climbed up high and used a stone axe to slowly chop down a three-meter-long branch.

  He wanted to use this branch to make a fork and bring down the wood wool and bone spines.

  The process was very troublesome, but he had nothing better to do anyway, so he slowly chopped it bit by bit.

  Before long, it was dark.

  Under the tranquil surface of the forest, there are restless hearts hidden one by one. As night falls, it's as if they have just woken up from a dream and turned around.

  Yes, the forest has become lively, and the hundred beasts are performing one episode after another of hunting and escaping in a soap opera in the dark.

  It's just a pity that this piece is really bad. Most of the time it's silent, only waiting for death to arrive before letting out a desperate cry.

  Wang Yang also gradually adapted to the restless night, doing his own thing with great ease.

  He was just bored, chopping branches and throwing stones, making the saber-toothed tiger angrily roar twice, intimidating other animals.

  "Hey buddy, wanna hear my story? We're pretty familiar with each other, no need to be so hostile." Wang tossed a stone over without even lifting his head.

  "Hmmph!"

  The only response was angry roars.

  "It seems you don't want to listen."

  Wang Yang chuckled and wrapped his hands around the trunk of the tree, grabbing a branch with both hands and snapping it off.

  "Rustle rustle rustle~"

  He broke off that branch.

  This branch is three meters long, with many forks, and the leaves are not too affected by autumn, still quite dense. Pulling it over always hooks other branches, which took a lot of effort.

  After finally pulling it over, he was groping in the dark, along the fork that could be folded again and again, throwing away those troublesome twigs connected to the leaves, and continuing to chop bit by bit for those that couldn't be folded.

  The workload is not heavy, but it's extremely time-consuming and requires a lot of patience. Most people would find it extremely dull.

  But Wang Yang did not give up. He spent several hours and finally made the branches into bare long sticks before dawn.

  Then he broke off the thinner part of the front end of the branch, leaving a flat surface with an opening of three centimeters. Then he used a stone drill to open it from the middle of the flat surface and made a four-centimeter slit.

  Having done all this, he looked at the tiger's sharp teeth.

  That guy was hit several times last night and has been hiding behind a large tree in the back, which is about 10 meters away from here.

  Then Wang Yang slowly began to climb down the tree.

  He held a stone cone in one hand and a branch in the other, descending to about three meters before stopping. Looking at the reaction of the saber-toothed tiger, the saber-toothed tiger also knew that this distance was not enough to make a fatal blow, so it didn't move, waiting for Wang Yang to completely come down from the tree.

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