Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 165
The wild boar, whose body was seriously injured, whose eyes were bleeding like ghosts, and could hardly stand upright, trembled from time to time, opened its mouth, and continued to scream loud and clear. As harsh as it was on the blackboard.

Zhou Hui, who took a step back from being "slapped" by the piercing scream, frowned a little, pressed down forcibly to load it, and solved its impulse with one shot, turned around, and looked at the wooden house that had been his target all along. , go there.

As for the undead wild boar left here, it will no longer pose any threat to him. Just like human beings, wild boars will be infected and easy to die after being injured, and will not be affected by nature just because they have lived in nature for many years. With the blessing of God, the injured body will heal quickly.

Moreover, Zhou Hui believed that its kin would "bury" its dead body well in the absence of food.

Walking on the wide "land" without trees, this time, no other wild boars suddenly rushed out and came here.

As for the little piggy who was kicked away by him before but could not have been kicked to death, he didn't know where he ran for a long time, and he chose the right way to live.

Do wild boars have the concept of revenge...Zhou Hui was vigilant about his surroundings, thinking about something in his mind, and pressed the mechanism behind the shotgun again, loaded it, to prevent the danger of running out suddenly.

But when he got close to the wooden house, there was still no "short-eyed" animal coming up to die.

Maybe he was scared away by the gunshots... After thinking about it for a while, he didn't go in directly. He first glanced vigilantly into the dimly lit wooden house, and after making sure that there was nothing huge, he stepped forward and walked in carefully.

After entering the wooden house and glanced again, Zhou Hui relaxed a little, whether there is any gain or not, safety must be the first priority!
After confirming the environment, he turned around and reached out to grab the rough doorknob on the inside of the wooden house. With some strength, he pulled the heavy wooden door closer against the hard ground and closed the door——before entering, The wooden door was ajar.

After closing the wooden door, the inside of the wooden house did not turn into darkness, just because there was a hole on the opposite wooden wall at the height of half a person, which seemed to be punched out with a hammer!
Is this from disrepair and rot, or the windows?

Zhou Hui looked hesitantly at the basketball-sized hole with a bit of white light, a little uncertain, although it looked like it was rotten or deliberately destroyed, but at this height of half a person, no matter how you looked at it, it looked like a window.

Or did the builders think it was troublesome, so they just punched a hole and regarded it as a window?
Looking at the light-filled hole, Zhou Hui suddenly laughed because of his strange thoughts. If it is true what he thought, then the person who lives here must be a irascible big man!
Glancing out of the hole, he retracted his gaze. The shotgun was leaning aside, and there were clumps of dry weeds under his feet. It was good for lighting a fire, but he guessed that this might be a room for storing goods. Hay is used for bedding.

However, what he expected was not inside the cabin.

Zhou Hui looked at the dimly lit interior of the house, but only took a casual look, and found that there was nothing in the wooden house except the wood itself and a pile of weeds.

"This... moved really thoroughly, and didn't leave me one..."

Zhou Hui muttered, and didn't give up because he couldn't see anything, but followed the wall, pulled the weeds on the ground, and started looking.

Then, he actually found a solid thing.

Zhou Hui's heart moved, and he quickly dumped it on the ground. It was probably made of iron, but it also had a wooden feel. He picked it up and put it into the white light of the hole.

The light white light is scattered on the things in the hands, revealing a large area of ​​black and rusty traces:
It's a rusty machete!
Looking at the machete in his hand that was as long as his forearm and palm, Zhou Hui's eyes were as bright as the white light coming in from the hole, and he didn't feel disgusted at all because of the rust.

For him, rust is not a big deal, but this is not because he has a way to remove rust, but this is not a kitchen knife, nor does it need a scalpel without bacteria and infection, it is for cutting "enemies" Knife, and the knife that cuts on the body of the "enemy" can still be used to remove rust?
Even if it is used to chop meat, it is cut very roughly, and it is not chopped into pits. At most, it needs to be washed twice more... use your finger to touch the blade lightly. Although it is not too sharp, but no matter what the sharpness of the knife It must be painful on the body.

However, it's really just one thing...

After checking the newly acquired weapon in his hand, Zhou Hui looked at the room where there was really nothing left, and smiled wryly.

After finally entering the house, he only got a knife.

But it's useless to mutter and complain this time. There won't really be anything else in the house. If he insists on waiting here, not only will he not be able to wait for the harvest, but he may wait for a large herd of wild boars.

In order to avoid the danger that may come at any time, Zhou Hui picked up his newly acquired machete and shotgun, and prepared to leave here as quickly as possible.

The gun is a bit heavy, and it is not easy to hold it with one hand. What Zhou Hui is worried about is that holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other hand will not be able to shoot well. If you encounter danger, you may have to give up one thing and hold the other. run.

Moreover, three bullets were fired before, and now there are three more in this gun, and three more in the pocket, and they are stored in the wooden house... Zhou Hui held the rusty knife with his left hand while thinking. Pushing the hard wooden door.

No matter how many bullets are left, even doubling the number of bullets will not kill all the wild boars here. How should we fight... As he pushed the door, Zhou Hui didn't pay attention to the door, but had already thought of the troubles ahead. Killing all the carnivores on the island except yourself without bullets is undoubtedly a difficult problem.

Unknowingly, he frowned.

As the door was pushed open stumblingly, the light from outside floated in quickly, shining on Zhou Hui's frowning brows, his pupils dilated, and his somewhat hollow face, obviously not paying attention to reality.

But the light did not shine on his lower body.

The lower body is still blocked by the shadow.

So a head with brown and black fur, short pig teeth, strong body, greedy mouth, a pair of bloodshot eyes fixedly staring at the wild boar blocking the door, reflected in Zhou Hui's lifeless eyes.

The action of pushing the door hard came to an abrupt end with a sudden strangeness, his eyes froze, Zhou Hui's heart trembled suddenly, but his face calmly looked at the wild boar that was betting at the door, and its size was getting bigger and bigger. Two or three wild boars were captured very far away in front of a wild boar lying on the ground.

(End of this chapter)