Chapter 6: This is going to be fun

  Wang Yang didn't know what kind of hole this was, a mouse's? A mole's? Or a snake's?

  Is it a snake? Isn't it too big? A python? It shouldn't be, pythons would die in such low temperatures.

  But in such a distant era, anything is possible.

  Wang Yang didn't know what to do for the best, but his parents had already started making arrangements.

  Father held a sharp stone cone, standing beside the entrance of the cave, while mother was digging soil two meters away.

  Wang Yang hurried over to help, digging quickly.

  He dug and dug, but even after digging over 40 centimeters deep, there was still no sign of anything.

  His mother made a couple of soft noises and then walked over to the other side of the cave entrance to dig.

  Wang Yang followed and quickly started digging.

  He dug quickly, forcing himself to adapt to the current situation. Under great pressure and determination, he soon grasped the digging technique and saved a lot of effort.

  Suddenly, he dug through the soil and exposed a passageway underneath. A large rat, about the size of a rabbit, stared at him with its beady eyes.

  It's just an old mouse hole!

  This mouse is entirely black, it's a mole!

  This mole is somewhat different from modern moles, one of which is its larger head.

  Most importantly, its eyes are very bright and have a certain degree of vision, its paws are large with the palmar surface facing outward, and its claws are 3-4 cm long and extremely sharp.

  The mole saw its own nest being dug up and let out a sharp, cicada-like cry, then turned around and ran towards the exit.

  The mother also ignored this side and ran to her father's side, guarding the entrance of the hole together, just waiting for it to emerge and give it a fatal blow.

  However, when she ran over there, the mole quietly ran back and stared at Wang Yang with a vicious look.

  Wang Yang was taken aback, not expecting the mole to be unafraid of him. Could it be that he didn't look like a bad person? Fine! If you don't take me seriously, I'll chop you up on the spot!

  Wang Yang called out to his mother, then took out the bone spur and aimed at the mole's body, inserting it quickly and accurately like a fishbone.

  Slow in speech, quick in action, that mole was as swift as lightning, with a glint in its eye, and with one flash of movement it dodged the thrust.

  "Whoosh!"

  The bone spur inserted into the ground about ten centimeters, rubbing against the sand and making a piercing sound. Wang Yang's footwork was empty, unable to pull back in time, his whole body tilted forward, almost falling to the ground.

  It was his years of training that made his body coordination extremely good, or else he would have fallen flat on his face.

  That mole saw Wang Yang's weakness and let out two mocking "squeaks", then suddenly leapt forward, its sharp claws stabbing straight at Wang Yang's belly.

  "It's outrageous! It's outrageous!" Wang Yang thought to himself, it seemed that even the moles of this era were also ferocious beasts!

  Sweat dripped down his face, and his eyes still held a lingering sense of shock. Instinctively, he exerted force with his feet, and his entire body shifted to the left, narrowly avoiding the flying giant rat's claws.

  This time, it's Groundhog Day.

  Wang Yang's body leaned to one side, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and with a swift stretch of his large hand, he instantly pinched the mole's neck.

  The mole rat let out a frightened and anxious "squeak", its two paws making a gesture as if to scratch King Yang's fingers.

  Wang Yang had long suspected the mole's counterattack. Taking advantage of his body's inertia, he suddenly swung it and slammed it to the ground.

  The mole ate painfully and didn't stay, hopped twice on the ground, stood up straight, and was about to run far away.

  Wang Yang saw it was about to run away and didn't have time to pull the bone spur out of the ground, so he pulled out the bone rod on his back and was about to chase after it.

  Just then, a pungent smell suddenly rushed into his nose, Wang Yang's head spun, pinched his nose and retreated repeatedly, scolding incessantly.

  "A rat is still a rat, and yet it has released its exclusive hidden weapon!"

  Wang Yang suddenly shook his head, he absolutely couldn't let tonight's dinner get away. He focused and saw that the mole hadn't run far, his mother had chased after it, but with her speed, it was absolutely impossible to catch up.

  "Bandit, stop running!"

  Wang Yang's eyes widened, he took out a stone from his waist and weighed it slightly, watching the mole's speed and quickly calculating its trajectory, then suddenly threw the stone with great force.

  All that was seen was a stone tracing out a perfect arc, flying over the mouse, slowly flying to the front of the mole, and gradually falling.

  The mole was running at full speed, who would have thought that crazy stones would fall from the sky, unable to stop its speed, and hit its head against a stone.

  "Then!"

  It rolled over several times and seemed to have fainted.

  The mother quickly caught up and with a sharp stone tool stabbed through the mole's brain.

  The mole struggled for a few moments and then died.

  The first hunt was over, Wang Yang breathed heavily, his face still had the cold sweat from the thrilling scene just now, he was really too careless, almost got disembowelled by the mole.

  Wang Yang didn't have time to rehearse and was forced to improvise a performance of "The Cat and the Mouse".

  Now he took over the brain-bursting groundhog and was finally able to examine it carefully.

  Only this mole rat has a good skin, its black fur is shiny and bright, with a glossy appearance, and its tail is slightly like a cat's, with a larger end.

  The head is exactly like a mouse's, and the body resembles that of a large vole, with very sharp claws.

  Wang Yang took a closer look and wondered if it wasn't a mole but rather an ancestor of the fruit bat?

  He thought for a moment and concluded that if it were an ordinary wild cat, it would be hard to say who would die.

  Just then a whistle attracted Wang Yang's attention, which was the signal for assembly.

  Huo Zi Li was caught, Wang Yang and his parents rushed towards that place.

  Only saw the adults all gathered together, a young couple was muttering something.

  Wang Yang went over to see them gesturing and found out that they wanted to express that they had discovered a dead deer.

  Hey, what good luck! I can still find something on the way out.

  Everyone was very happy and led by them, they came under a few big trees not far away.

  As expected, there was a adult musk deer lying on the ground. Looking at it, its limbs were sturdy, with white spots on its body and two high-standing horns that had already hardened, it was an old deer that had lived for many years.

  Logically speaking, it shouldn't have entered the depths of the forest, but due to a lack of food, it was forced to go into the mountains. As a result, before it could starve to death, it grew old and died instead, which is truly tragic.

  Wang Yang had no sympathy for the tragedy, they had been out for a long time and could hardly bear the cold weather, rubbing their hands one by one to generate some warmth.

  Luckily this deer was delivered right to our door, it looks like it's over 200 pounds, we can make do with a little and survive for several days, what a lifesaver!

  Just then, a faint "gurgling" sound came over.

  In such a quiet forest, this sound was like thunder from the sky. Everyone suddenly became vigilant and listened carefully, only to find that it came from directly in front of them.

  Suddenly, a rapid running sound came, and judging from the sound, there were quite a few people coming.

  Before long, a wild boar appeared, two wild boars appeared, thirteen wild boars appeared.

  They stood in a row, separated from the crowd by a deer, facing each other.

  Wang Yang narrowed his eyes and looked closely, only to see that these wild boars were not some gentle pigs, but rather a group of ferocious and vicious opponents with green faces and sharp teeth.

  They have sturdy bodies, possibly around 1.5 meters in length, 80 centimeters in height, about a head shorter than Wang Yang, and weigh over 300 pounds.

  With its mouth wide open, two 20-centimeter-long tusks protruded from the lower jaw upwards. The whole body was covered with black fur several centimeters to over ten centimeters long, looking exactly like a black version of a lion. If it weren't for its pig-like head, Wang Yang wouldn't have dared to confirm that they were wild boars.

  It was obvious that the thirteen Taoist priests realized, after seeing Wang Yang and his group of twenty or so people, that everyone was a fugitive with blood on their hands, not one of them was a good person, and they didn't dare to make any sudden moves.

  Their small eyes shone with ferocity, their mouths continuously issuing a threatening low growl of "rrrooowww", warning people to leave.

  The big man did not flinch, swinging the weapon in his hand and letting out a low growl.

  This deer is important to them, there are children crying with hunger in the cave, they themselves have not eaten enough, facing the small amount of food, it's impossible to give up, even if it means using blood as payment!

  Wang Yang clenched his fist tightly around the bone spur, sweating coldly, unsure if he would be gored to death by the wild boar when the battle erupted.

  He was extremely skeptical that his bone spurs could cut through a wild boar's hide.

  But at this time, losing a person is not losing an array. Whoever shows weakness first will be equivalent to giving up this food.

  But just then, something unexpected happened.

  "A roar!" A heaven-shaking angry roar came from a nearby place, and everyone's attention, along with the wild boar's, was drawn to that thorny thicket.

  A big green insect slowly and leisurely walked over.

  Don't think "green-eyed big insect" is a new term for some animal, it's just tiger!

  Wang Yang broke out in cold sweat, it seemed that the originally abundant food supply of spring was severely damaged by this cold air, and all living things were facing a severe shortage of food.

  This old tiger also didn't want to be lonely, came down from the mountain to the forest below, and unexpectedly encountered this.

  Its fur is almost the same as that of a tiger, with black and yellow stripes. On its forehead, there is a large character "Wang" (meaning king). Its body size is even bigger than those fat tigers in the zoo.

  It walked over with a elegant and majestic posture, but it also understood that the situation did not allow it to be arrogant, so it stopped on the left side of Wang Yang and others.

  Wang Yang looked at the tiger and swallowed his saliva, only hoping that Wu Song would bow down and Guan Er Ye would take control, but he couldn't handle such a complicated situation.

  But for some reason, he really didn't care about this old tiger. No matter how fierce the tiger was, more than 20 people rushed up and it still wouldn't die?

  Maybe it was hiding in the thorny bushes all along, just waiting for everyone to finish eating before coming out to pick up the leftovers.

  Or, when everyone is eating, pick a weak and small one and drag it away.

  However, later on, another team emerged that could rival Wang Yang and others, and this damned tiger came out, wanting to get a share of the spoils.

  Just as Wang Yang was about to finish his thoughts, another group of uninvited guests arrived.

  A dozen or so pairs of eyes gleamed faintly as a pack of gray-white snow wolves emerged, their tails wagging.

  As if to prove they are from the north, they cry out towards the sky.

  "Ahh~"

  "Ahh~"

  A dozen wolves stopped on the right side of Wang Yang and others.

  The wolf appeared, its appearance looked more calm and collected than a tiger, neither slow nor hasty, extremely proud, with eyes as calm as water, without any emotion.

  Wang Yang almost recognized it at a glance. It was the head wolf that had threatened everyone before, because this wolf had obvious markings and a scar on its face.

  Unexpectedly, it gathered more wolves this time, its power surged, wanting to repeat the trick and seize the deer.

  All of a sudden, the atmosphere became much more subtle. The adults opened their arms and gestured for everyone to back away a bit, keeping a distance from the deer.

  This is not cowardice, but a balance to ensure that one is not the closest to the deer and becomes the target of group attack.

  Across from them, those wild boars were doing the same thing, backing off a bit.

  Never underestimate the intelligence of these beasts, especially wolves and tigers, one is a cunning killer, the other is an ambushing hunter.

  Even those wild boars made Wang Yang have to raise his guard and look at them with new eyes.

  All parties have fallen into place, each warning and threatening the others, everyone's eyes are red from hunger, the situation is on the verge of erupting.

  Don't look at the tiger claiming to be the king of a hundred beasts, now it doesn't dare to behave recklessly, all in front are strong ones.

  They say that gatherings can't lack one of three, and indeed it's true. With all four of us here, the atmosphere is lively and exciting! It's going to be a blast!

  Wang Yang was speechless, staring at that damned deer, unable to stop the worship in his heart: "How much charm do you have, to make all members of the four major families collectively mourn for you?" (Please collect and recommend votes!)