Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 122 Weakness ([-])

In the dark woods, apart from a pile of bright fires next to it, the cry of a rabbit suddenly resounded. Zhou Hui slapped down, his palm rubbing against the ground with hard pebbles, but his fingers were pressed in a daze. I felt like a ball of fluff was shaking crazily, and then my fingers became tighter and tighter, and it was impossible to let go.

Zhou Hui flung himself on the hard and uneven ground, and when he raised his head, he saw that the fluffy brown rabbit was really firmly pressed under his fingers. Under the light of the fire, he clearly saw the rabbit struggling. It was useless, but he turned around suddenly, lowered his head, and his triangular lips approached his muddy and blood-stained fingers.

Then it just bit down on it!
In an instant, Zhou Hui's somewhat pale face illuminated by the flames twisted in pain, as if he had endured an irresistible pain.

However, this is because what he stretched out was his left hand, and what he pressed down hard were the fingers of his left hand, which were bloody left fingers that had been bitten by a goat at noon.

If it was just the pain of a rabbit biting him, of course he could bear it, and he could even get up immediately without changing his expression and kill the rabbit that bit him completely, but of course it wasn't just a rabbit biting him.

Viruses will find humans when they are weak. Similarly, when the body is weak, bleeding wounds will heal more slowly. Even powerful hunters will be driven away by the group and killed by opponents after aging, not to mention Zhou Hui. Not strong, he just kept holding on.

So the finger that was bitten by the goat had barely healed before being attacked again. It was equivalent to the skin being torn open without the protection of the skin, and the exposed flesh and blood were sprinkled with sea salt. Because of this, partly because of the weakness of the body, I couldn't get up immediately.

The bitten palm trembled invisibly, blood spewed out again on the surface, but before the palm was really released, before the rabbit had time to react and run away, the palm was clenched again, tightly clenched, desperately Clenching desperately, the crazy pain is deeply clenched.

"what--!"

Zhou Hui opened his mouth, his face distorted and yelled crazily. He half got up, hissed to vent his painful anger, and mobilized all his strength to raise his left arm, which could hardly be lifted, into the air, and lifted the heavy hare together. Fell into the air.

The fat body of the brown hare was dragged by the arms into the increasingly dim midair, and then it was thrown suddenly onto the hard ground shrouded in flames. As soon as it landed, Zhou Hui rushed forward, at a slightly slower speed. Grasping his right hand tightly, he punched it down.

With one punch, the hare didn't vomit blood and didn't die, but just let out a miserable cry. Seeing this, Zhou Hui held his left hand steady, and with his right hand, he punched down hard again with the greatest strength available.

The second fist smashed down, but the hare still didn't die!

A healthy adult hitting a rabbit with two fists with all his strength, not to mention being able to kill it directly, would probably be dying, or even a specially trained full-strength burst can kill it with a single fist.

However, the reality is that when the second fist went down, the tender cry of the hare was only a little softer, and it did not disappear quickly.

This is because Zhou Hui is now just a weak and similar patient. He has not had much strength in his body since the morning, was injured by poisoning, and has gone through the physical labor of hunting hares for almost half a day. dead hare.

Raising his right fist, Zhou Hui gasped weakly, and he couldn't tell whether it was hot or cold sweat on his forehead. He was really tired now, and even this required a short pause.

After waiting for two seconds, just as he was about to throw his third punch, he suddenly felt something pull on the back of his right foot.

Pulled a bit.

The slowly raised fist paused in the air, and Zhou Huiying's pupils that looked at the flames trembled slightly. At the same time, the hairs on his back instantly stood up, bristling because of the chill. At this moment, he did not turn his head back immediately, but In a panic, he pinched the hare with both hands.

Then throw it back with all your strength!

As he turned around, the black whirring sound rang in his ears. Zhou Hui half swung his weak body backwards, half because he didn't have the strength to sway his weak body, and the hare in his hand smashed to the ground behind him like this.

Hard work, I don't know how long and how much effort it took to capture the prey. As soon as the prey was released, he withdrew his right hand and instinctively wanted to pull out the bone spur pinned to his waist, but stopped as soon as his right finger touched the hard bone spur.

Because he didn't see anything facing him, he opened his big mouth full of white fangs, ready to attack his carnivore.

He only saw the rabbit thrown by him smash into the darkness, hit another ball of darkness of the same size at once, and then flew out and rolled on the ground.

There were no wolves or leopards, and what prevented him from attacking was another rabbit whose combat power could be completely defeated by Zhou Hui even if he was weak.

He didn't know why such a weak rabbit would save his kin. Most of the rabbits lived alone or in groups. When encountering predators, they should just scatter and run away. Facing the rear, there was no dangerous environment. Faced with this strange situation, Zhou Hui froze for a moment.

Just like that for a moment, the rabbit that was thrown out and rolled around several times immediately ran away, but the one that served as the "cannonball" got up and stared at the dim surroundings in a daze. Turning his head constantly, he seemed to have lost his way home.

Zhou Hui made a choice, then immediately rushed to the right, then approached, stretched out his right foot without any strength, and kicked it up.

The confused rabbit was kicked, flew away, and landed on a tree trunk. It let out a soft cry and became even more confused.

Seeing this, Zhou Hui hurriedly half ran and half rushed over, holding down the prey with both hands, and there happened to be a not-so-big rock next to it.

So the stone was picked up, raised, and smashed down, hitting the soft rabbit, hitting it again and again, the stone and hands were stained with blood.

At last the hare was motionless.

However, his hands still held the bloody hare slightly trembling, as if it would suddenly come alive and run away.

Sweat was on his forehead, wet on his eyes, a little uncomfortable, Zhou Hui didn't let go of his hand, but raised his arm and wiped it.

In the other direction, or saw the death of the same race, it could not save, so the hare stopped a few times, then ran away, and the figure quickly disappeared into the dark depths of darkness.

In the increasingly dark surroundings, Zhou Hui turned his body around carefully, leaned tiredly on the tree behind him, and rested while still holding the hare's corpse with both hands.

After an unknown amount of time, in the shadow-shrouded woods, only Zhou Hui, who was sitting on the ground, leaning on the tree trunk, resting his broken body, kept his head down in the shadows, remained motionless, and Zhou Hui, who was kept motionless by one of his palms. Pressing the same motionless hare carcass.

(End of this chapter)