Chapter Fifteen: Heart Like Dead Ashes

  However, the wild boar did not hit him, it hit the long spear that was stuck in the tree trunk, the spearhead pierced its nose into its brain, passed through its body, stirred up its internal organs, and pinned it to death between the spears, unable to do anything but stare at Wang Yang, who was within arm's reach but couldn't be killed.

  That blood wasn't Wang Yang's, but fresh blood spouting from the wild boar's eyes, mouth and nose.

  Wang Yang saw this situation, and a desperate ferocity flashed in his eyes. He grasped the long spear and thrust it forward with force.

  The wild boar couldn't bear the intense pain, its body suddenly shook violently, and it accidentally used the wooden spear as a stick, pulling it out from under Wang Yang's armpit.

  Wang Yang rolled on the ground twice, his whole body in pain, and his muscles still hadn't recovered from the shock, with powerful jumps one after another.

  He stared at the wild boar, which had been pierced by the spear and was on the verge of being skewered, its body almost penetrated, without any strength left, let out a miserable cry and fell to the ground.

  Wang Yang wiped the blood from his face, checked his body and found no new wounds. Taking advantage of the wild boar's fall, he stumbled over and suddenly pulled out the bone spur stuck in the boar's face, even pulling out its eyeball.

  "Ah!" The wild boar let out a pained squeal, and Wang Yang feared it would attract its companions. He grasped the bone spur and stabbed it into the boar's head with force.

  Blood splattered everywhere, accompanied by white brain matter, the wild boar died in a convulsion.

  The wild boar died, just like that.

  Wang Yang felt extremely exhausted and dizzy, his head fell to the ground, looking up at the leaves that blocked the sky, he burst out laughing.

  He didn't know how he had the mood to laugh, maybe it was because of being too nervous and scared, which led his subconscious mind to want to relax.

  This kind of death scare is no joke.

  Wang Yang stood up in less than a minute, enduring the pain in his legs and the unrest in his heart.

  It's not the time to rest now, deep in the forest, can't relax for a moment, especially since he and the wild boar have lost a lot of blood, the bloody smell will attract many large animals, with injuries on his legs, nothing can be done.

  He didn't even bother to pull out the wooden spear, only pulled out the bone thorn and hung it on his waist, grabbed the wild boar's hoof and dragged it backwards.

  This wild boar weighs over 100 catties, nearly 200 catties. It's not too heavy to carry, and if its legs weren't injured, Wang Yang could try carrying it back.

  But now it's impossible, although it's a bit slow, fortunately the distance from here to the border is only 150 meters, and we'll arrive soon.

  He was doing his best to walk as fast as he could, but it still looked very slow.

  The wound on my leg keeps sending a scorching heat, and it also feels like being pricked by needles, which is extremely uncomfortable.

  It dragged on for 100 meters and took over ten minutes.

  At this time, a point appeared in the forest.

  He saw a raccoon dog.

  The lynx is also a feline animal, no different from ordinary cats, only bigger in body shape, climbing trees and swimming are all good hands, with agile body shape and flying speed.

  It's probably just a bit smaller than a leopard, with spots all over its body and eyes that look particularly sinister.

  Such a rhinoceros is absolutely no more difficult to deal with than a wild boar, and when people encounter it, they have an advantage over dealing with a wild boar.

  Wang Yang was anxious in his heart, quickly pulling backwards while loudly calling out to his companions.

  "Wooo~!"

  The sky had just cracked open for a short while, and he was uncertain if the adults had already come out to hunt, but in his current situation, he could only hope that the adults would appear.

  Fortunately, the lynx didn't seem as clever as imagined. It stared at itself with a hesitant and vigilant look in its eyes, cautiously following behind. When Wang Yang retreated one step, it would move forward one step, maintaining a distance of thirty meters.

  The stalemate lasted for twenty meters, and a tree python appeared. It was roughly estimated to be twelve meters long, and it had been alive for many years. It slowly approached Wang Yang.

  Wang Yang was getting scared, he was now less than thirty meters away from the boundary, facing two opponents who were obviously stronger than himself, and could only let out a "Woo, woo!" cry for help.

  Beyond another copse of trees, Wang Yang could see the thicket along the border, but the blood had attracted even more ferocious predators.

  That deep-seated grudge-bearing saber-toothed tiger finally appeared, with a bit of bloodstain on its chest. As soon as it saw Wang Yang, it suddenly frowned and glared at him, surrounding him with the lynx and python in three directions.

  Wang Yang retreated in fear, loudly crying "wuuu" for help, but no one appeared from the forest behind him.

  Dead silence.

  By the roadside, small animals such as mongooses and weasels would often pop out, their pairs of eyes greedily staring at Wang Yang, staring at the wild boar he had risked his life to get.

  But Wang Yang could only shout again and again, calling out to the forest behind him, calling out to his collective, but no one appeared in that dense thicket of shrubs, not even a single person.

  Is it all in vain for one's own efforts to be used as a foil for other animals?

  He is not willing, he is really not willing!

  Why doesn't anyone dare to follow me into the depths of the forest? Even if there was only one person, this situation wouldn't have occurred. Why won't they just come in?!

  Rage, fear, terror, doubt, all surged up in his heart at this moment, he felt his eyes were so sour and dry.

  "Roar!" The saber-toothed tiger discovered that Wang Yang was injured and finally stopped being cautious, immediately pouncing over.

  That big bear also rushed up upon seeing this.

  Only the python, a very intelligent choice, lies in wait nearby, waiting for other animals to come and fall into its trap.

  Wang Yang pursed his lips and took a deep look at his prey, then decisively let go of his hand and quickly climbed up a large tree beside him.

  "Roar!" Under the big tree, the tiger was calling out triumphantly, tearing open the wild boar's fur with its teeth, biting down on its flesh and blood, and swallowing it with relish.

  Having eaten his fill, he still didn't forget to yell at Wang Yang a few times.

  Then the civet went up to eat, it ate quickly, but its appetite was not big, and soon it got full and left.

  Then a group of small animals rushed up to eat, but after eating for a few mouthfuls, a group of big wolves carried away the remaining wild boar.

  The wild boar feast ended just like that.

  Wang Yang was biting his lips, looking at the tree, completely unaware of whether his legs were still painful or not. His hands tightly grasped the trunk, and his fingernails dug deeply into the crevices.

  He watched helplessly as his own prey was eaten by other animals, without being able to do anything.

  That feeling is like eating one's own flesh, every bite is heart-wrenching.

  After all the animals had left, Wang Yang silently climbed down the tree and walked into a safe area of the forest.

  The adults one by one held wooden spears and appeared, they saw that Wang had a wound on his leg, and one by one surrounded him, anxiously wailing.

  But Wang Yang didn't say a word, his eyes were filled with indifference, and his heart was full of anger.

  He pushed away the crowd and limped away under their puzzled gaze.

  This time, he picked a lot of big dandelion leaves, applied them to the wound one by one, and also ate the fruit of the big dandelion, wanting the wound to heal faster.

  Then he sat in the cave, speechless and nursing his wounds.

  Everyone could feel his anger, but they didn't mind and still served him the first piece of barbecue to eat.

  Wang Yang was indeed very angry, from the moment he decided to venture into the depths of the forest until today when his prey was snatched away, his anger had reached its peak.

  He did everything he could for this collective, thought of everything he could think of, paid so much, and almost lost his life several times.

  The result was that when he needed help and support the most, he couldn't see anyone around him, that feeling of helplessness left him desperate.

  No matter how hard he tries, it's all a futile struggle.

  After several days of contemplation, he understood the crux of the matter. Although everyone respected him, they didn't regard him as a leader.

  In their minds, this concept does not exist yet.

  It can be seen from their hunting that there is no clear command, and no one is the leader.

  This situation is extremely passive. Even a wolf pack knows that having a capable leader is an indispensable part of the collective and also the most important part.

  No leader, no cohesion.

  Now that everything has become clear, Wang Yang does not want to starve to death in the cold winter nor be killed deep in the forest. He wants to survive and make everyone listen to him. If necessary, the sprouts of religious personality cult can also appear on the historical stage ahead of time.

  But how is all this to be done?