Chapter 45: Focusing on Digging Holes for Thirty Years

  Wang Yang was somewhat perplexed and puzzled. The area on the left had always been a place where small animals were very active, especially during the winter when they obtained a lot of food from here. Why was it so quiet now?

  "Ah..." Wang Yang sighed, not giving up on this place yet. It had only been a few days, after all. It was still too early to say.

  He didn't trigger the trap and arrived at the White Bone Forest.

  The white bones here are covered with white snow, only revealing a little bit of the sharp head, looking less ferocious, but the cold and gloomy atmosphere remains unchanged, and no creatures dare to approach.

  Wang Yang rubbed his hands together and took out a stone knife to start digging.

  He wants to let the wooden barrel breathe, so as not to heat up due to being sealed and accelerate decay.

  However, after he started digging, he found that he had worried too much. The soil was frozen and the wooden barrel was not buried deep, still subject to a lot of temperature fluctuations.

  Anyway, he still spent some effort digging out the wooden bucket and then put the nuts he brought out into it.

  The squirrel was left by him in the snowy ground for a while, making sure it was frozen enough before putting it away.

  Bury the soil, it's almost half past five, and we can go check the harvest of the trap.

  "Ahh~"

  A wolf's howl broke the stillness of the surrounding area.

  Wang Yang became vigilant and quickly looked to the left, only to see that there was no sign of wolves on that side for the time being.

  Pricking up his ears, he could hear the sound of wolf paws kicking up white snow as they ran.

  Wang Yang hastily climbed up the tree and lowered his head to observe carefully.

  The wolf pack did not appear, but a certain animal was knocked down and let out a sharp cry.

  After a while, the wolf pack arrived.

  Their mouths still stained with red blood, they ran under the tree and looked at Wang Yang twice before squatting down to sniff the crimson snow.

  That was the squirrel's blood from before. Wang raised an eyebrow and frowned slightly, afraid that they would dig through the soil and find the wooden bucket.

  But apparently, they didn't have a high IQ, glared at Wang Yang fiercely for a few seconds, and quickly left.

  Wang Yang left here safely, muttering to himself all the way: "It seems that I need to be more careful, those wolves seem to come down from the mountain often in winter."

  He first went to the right side and took a look, didn't see the squirrel on the hook, then came to the left side, also nothing was gained.

  The process of hunting is very dull, except for patiently waiting, it's still patiently waiting.

  He didn't want to waste time, so he started digging frantically on the left side, maybe he could still dig up some fruit.

  Most of the digging sites are under trees, and some places where plants were previously grown have also been turned over by Wang Yang. Generally speaking, the most likely place to find food is here.

  As they dug and dug, a lump of mud suddenly loosened and collapsed.

  Wang Yang's spirit lifted and he stopped digging.

  The hole is thirty centimeters wide and less than ten centimeters from the ground, which should be the exit position of a small animal's burrow. It is dark inside and extends downward.

  Wang Yang hastily dug downwards along the cave entrance, and after about a few dozen centimeters, he inserted the wooden spear and poked it downwards.

  The wooden stake had gone in more than halfway when it hit a wall, possibly reaching the bottom of the hole.

  Wang Yang poked around a few times, finding it very quiet inside, and no feeling of piercing flesh, couldn't help but feel speechless. Had the small animal not returned yet? Or was it an abandoned nest?

  He continued to dig, twenty minutes later, the entrance of the hole had been dug very large and deep. With the sunlight, a turn could be seen at the end of the wall, and the hole was even deeper.

  The wall exposed a bit of tree roots, it seemed that small animals realized they couldn't dig forward anymore and changed direction.

  Wang Yang hurriedly dug again, and after more than half an hour, he finally reached the turning point. He took out a wooden spear and poked it inside with force.

  "Chee-chee!"

  The hand grasping the wooden spear suddenly felt a surge of power, got it!

  He pulled out a wooden spear and stabbed it several times in a row, each time feeling the spear pierce flesh, the cries from the hole grew louder and more chaotic, there was a nest of small animals!

  Bring out the bone awl, Wang Yang arrayed his troops in a strict formation and waited.

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, a head with a pig's nose appeared.

  That guy has three white stripes on his forehead and a head shape similar to that of a wild boar.

  "Hound badger!"

  Wang Yang recognized this guy, raccoon dogs are omnivores, they eat whatever they can, and like to be active at night.

  The body can grow up to 60-70 cm, and even larger. Wang Yang has seen the largest one reach 90 cm in length, which is almost like a small wild boar.

  They are active in the forest and good at digging burrows, and start hibernating in winter.

  It seems that I have not only ruined their beautiful dream but also brought them disaster.

  Wang Yang's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he had been waiting for them to make their move. He thrust the bone spur downwards with force.

  "Plop!"

  A sharp, unobstructed bone spur pierced into the dog's brain.

  It let out a loud cry and frantically twisted its body, trying to retreat back into the hole.

  But its companions behind it just wanted to escape and kept pushing it out.

  Wang Yang seized the opportunity and pulled out the bone spurs, stabbing them several times until they were dead.

  At the same time, Mu Jiao continued to poke inside, planning to catch everything at once.

  He can understand that badgers are group animals, with many heads in one nest. The harvest of destroying a nest is equivalent to his own hard work for one or two days.

  Two badgers died, the badger inside heard its companion's desperate cry and didn't dare to come out. It dug rapidly in the soil, trying to open up a new passage to escape.

  Wang Yang realized this and frantically dug, expanding the opening.

  It's now about who digs faster.

  Stones and knives flew about, mud splattered everywhere, and bit by bit the frozen earth was dug away.

  The chill in the air was almost enough to freeze Wang Yang stiff, every time he flipped over the muddy soil, it was accompanied by a splash of ice and snow, coldly hitting his face, neck, and shoulders, shivering with fear, almost losing the sensation in both hands.

  "Faster, faster!"

  However, Wang Yang couldn't care about anything else anymore, his eyes were bloodshot, and all that was left in his mind was the thought of hunting for food.

  His brain repeatedly issued orders to speed up, the fresh blood in his body was boiling and rolling, but the speed simply couldn't be accelerated, the temperature was really too low, the swinging motion, in his eyes, was like a slow-motion replay of a movie, and he had no strength in his heart.

  Just five minutes of intense physical exertion had caused his right hand muscles to cramp up, leaving them sore and numb.

  The entrance was also pushed forward by him 20 centimeters in a crazy manner.

  Just then, a few meters away, the snow suddenly opened up, and a dog badger emerged. It turned its head to see Wang Yang, with an expression of extreme terror in its eyes, and with a sudden leap, it fled frantically.

  Wang Yang quickly climbed out of the pit and rushed over in a few strides, but another dog badger escaped.

  When Wang Yang arrived there, there were no more raccoon dogs in the cave.

  "Damn it!" Wang Yang threw the stone knife to the ground with extreme regret and disappointment.

  He used all his strength, and the speed of digging holes was several levels higher than usual, but the other party was a master who had been focusing on digging holes for thirty years. No matter how good he was, it was impossible to be faster than them.

  Patted the snow off his body, Wang Yang only felt that all his strength was gone, and he sat down on the snowy ground with a thud, panting heavily.

  After a while, he dug up the hole again. There were still two injured badgers inside that needed to be taken out.

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