Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 175 Killing the Wolf (7)

After a night of soaking, the lamb's body turned white like a "corpse". Although it was a corpse, in Zhou Hui's eyes, it was just fresh ingredients. The mutton was red with powder, and the surface was very attractive. Now, it's like a drowned corpse, it's really disgusting...

Resisting the urge to vomit, Zhou Hui tried his best to deal with it as quickly as possible, and finally placed the white-faced mutton pieces on the smoked grill in batches before noon.

And all day today, he was collecting firewood. There was no fire-resistant charcoal here, so he could only continue to collect firewood to supplement the flames that exuded heat to smoke and roast the white mutton.

The day ended in a hurry, and a new day came after the day. From the morning, Zhou Hui walked out of the wooden house and hurried to the place where yesterday's incident happened. On the way, he raised his vigilance for wolves that might suddenly rush out around him. group, but to his surprise, there was no danger.

Perhaps it is because the island is a mountain range, a forest with complex terrain, not a vast grassland that can be seen at a glance, so even if the wolves have a good sense of smell, there is no way to find themselves.

After daring to arrive at the "spot of the incident", Zhou Hui held the shotgun on his back in his hand, and he tied the rusty machete with a rope to his thigh temporarily. Anyway, the machete with rust is not sharp, even if the blade happens to touch Even to the skin, the wound cannot be touched.

As imagined, the blood stains had turned dark red the day before yesterday and were no longer so conspicuous.

Relying on these dark reds, Zhou Hui took three steps to look at it, and even stopped sometimes to observe the surrounding terrain, in case the wolves suddenly attacked.

After all, there is no trap of its own here, and it is definitely more ominous than good luck if it really encounters danger.

There are dark red dots along the way. It seems that the last shot the day before yesterday really hit the nail.

Just like the disconnected "mark", he sometimes searched around a bloodstain, and after a while, he managed to find the disconnected "blood mark" and moved on.

Then Zhou Hui discovered that the route guided by his blood was up the terrain, straight to the mountains!

Where are the wolves' dens on the edge of the sea?

Thinking of the night when the wolves appeared on Haiya, Zhou Hui slowly frowned, feeling that this was a possibility.

So, he retreated slowly, and those who had not found the wolf's den retreated.

But it's not that he doesn't want to look for it anymore, but that he wants to "pick" an auspicious day before going.

An "auspicious day" is a day when most wolves are far away from their dens.

However, the gray wolves will not take the initiative to act according to the ideas of the people they probably hate. Even if they do, they will not know when it will be. If they go rashly, it can only be regarded as a gamble.

And gamblers usually don't end well.

So what he has to do is to find a way to lure the wolves away.

Returning to the starting point of the bloodstain, Zhou Hui crossed a part of the distance from the starting point of the bloodstain in the opposite direction, and searched for some suitable terrain from the surrounding area that could lure the wolves away.

It is easy to find such a place to start, because you only need to find an unusually tall tree first.

Soon, he found the tree tens of meters away from the bloodstain.

Although the trees are a bit tall, the trees in the forest are not man-made poplars with straight trunks. The trunks are more like several thick vines intertwined together, so as long as you are not nervous and in good condition, it is still easy to climb up.

So Zhou Hui climbed to the top of the tree with trembling calves, almost dizzy.

It's really a bit high... Zhou Hui stuck his trembling body firmly on the tree trunk. He was really afraid that if any finger loosened a little, he would fall into a pile of meatloaf. Wolves and other predators are attracted, although in somewhat different ways.

Now his position is much higher than the forest, and the surrounding terrain can be seen clearly when he turns his head. Unfortunately, he did not see the open space he wanted.

So after choosing a place in his heart on the tree, he slowly climbed down the tree, went to the chosen place, took out the rusty machete himself, and cut out an open space around it.

The small trees fell down, and the vines were cut off. There are no thick and tall trees here, or rather, it is because there are no such difficult-to-cut vegetation that they chose this place to leave an open space.

There needs to be a clearing so that he can see what's going on here from the unusually tall tree he's chosen.

After cleaning up the surrounding area, Zhou Hui felt that it was almost the same, he took a breath and made up his mind to start.

Although he still wants to hold on to it for a couple of days, if he can make do with it, everything will take his time, but natural changes will not give him time, maybe it will rain one day, and it can barely be regarded as a "red" route. The "blood mark" was blown away.

And the longer he entrusted him, the more uncertain he became.

Once he was done, he started looking for bait from the woods.

Same bait as yesterday, but different routine.

However, it turned out that without a gun, he couldn't catch it at all...

Zhou Hui quickly shuttled through the dark green forest with a rusty machete. The trees turned into blurred green and passed by him. His target at this time was an adult goat that was also running for his life. Different from the wilderness, herbivores are easy for him to find, but the difficulty of catching them is also at the level of hell.

Seeing that he would not be able to catch up with the goat in front of him, Zhou Hui panicked and raised his right hand. Just as he lifted the machete tightly held in his hand, his left foot was suddenly accompanied, and the ground in his sight "rises" rapidly, hitting to the body.

So the machete that hadn't had time to throw fell on a rock in front of him as Zhou Hui fell.

No, I can't catch it...Zhou Hui stood up from his body, which was not in great pain from the fall, and looked at the rusty machete with a small gap missing because it had been chopped on the stone, feeling a little annoyed.

Obviously the goat didn't run fast, but he couldn't catch up anyway.

And the reason why he doesn't use bullets is very simple, bullets are too rare, and he doesn't want to waste a bullet because of something that is still uncertain.

Looking at the bright white sky unobstructed by the lush branches and leaves, he felt that he might not be able to start his plan today. After all, half a day had passed, and he might not be able to catch any more prey today.

After being silent for a while in frustration, Zhou Hui suddenly raised his head, his eyes brightened slightly, as if he had thought of something.

By the way...the bait is ready-made?

Those two wolf carcasses that were made into a trap yesterday!

(End of this chapter)