Desert Island Records: PUBG

Chapter 37
Thinking of this impossible possibility, Zhou Hui only felt that the surrounding environment was no longer hot, but turned into cold in an instant, and the breeze turned into a cold winter wind, even the round in the sky had been quietly erupting. The super-heated fireball no longer emitted light and heat, and slowly fell silent.

Zhou Hui felt that his back was getting cold, but his eyes were quietly looking at the bones on the sand, especially the place where the cervical spine and the head were broken.

Then, he slowly raised his head, shifted his gaze, and looked towards the island forest, facing the dark depths of the island forest.

There are only trees and weeds, and patches of darkness.

Nothing else.

In this way, Zhou Hui kept the current posture, maintained a somewhat stiff face, and continued to look deeply at the place he was looking at.

Until a gust of wind blows.

The leaves rustled, and the relaxed hands and feet felt a little weak.

Sitting down in fear, looking at the front, it was really just a skeleton of bones. Zhou Hui, who was inexplicably frightened just now, let out a breath slowly, and gave a wry smile of fear.

I was shocked by the idea I guessed just now!
There is almost no food for a large animal on a small island, let alone more large animals. If you think about it carefully, since the death date of this skeleton is more than a year old, and the corpse is rotten to the point where only slag remains, even if this What kind of powerful carnivorous creature really existed on this island before. A year passed and the food was seriously lacking. No matter what ghosts and snakes, he probably starved to death a long time ago, and there was only one skeleton left. ...

Besides, he was washed up on the island, several days passed, and he didn't really meet any dangerous creatures...

A false alarm.

In the end, Zhou Hui came to such a conclusion.

Shaking his head, leaving behind his frighteningly false conjectures, he was ready to work on this bone on the sand.

Zhou Hui stepped on a hind leg with one foot, and then grabbed the leg bone of the pig's trotter with both hands and pulled it out:
Click!

A hind leg was easily separated.

Then the hind leg is placed on a rock, and a rock is also greeted above it.

One hit won't open, two hits, two hits won't open, three hits!
In short, Zhou Hui had an element of venting his fear on this leg bone.

The leg bones are very hard, and the corpse will rot in a day, but if the bones are not buried in the soil, they may not rot for several years.

After smashing it for an unknown number of times and finally breaking it open, Zhou Hui was not surprised but still disappointed to see that the bone marrow inside had already changed color and was inedible.

So several leg bones were sent into the sea in sequence.

However, in addition to the leg bones, there are rows of ribs, and the hard bones can be used as weapons, which is not a small effect.

The kelp was temporarily soaked in the shallow sea water. He has no intention of eating it immediately, but plans to eat one kelp tonight and the remaining one tomorrow morning.

He went down to the shallow sea with a sharp wooden pole.

He is going to prick the fish with wooden sticks.

Fishing is an ancient hunting method unique to human beings. The process is simple. It is nothing more than using iron tools or wooden sticks to spot swimming fish in the sea and slam them down.

However, the process is simple, but it is extremely difficult if you really want to hit the fish, and it is very difficult to master.

The number of sea fish that can be seen with the eyes in the shallow sea is not many, and they are very vigilant. Let alone getting close, just take two steps closer to the method of swimming fish, and the delicious fish in the sea will disappear without a trace immediately. .

Therefore, this is a more difficult job than climbing trees and fishing.

Like this moment:
Zhou Hui was holding the pole in his right hand and raised it on his shoulder, with his eyes facing the sea, standing motionless in the sea, and he didn't know how long he had kept this position, anyway, there was sweat streaming down his forehead.

The scorching sun in the sky scorched everything, and the occasional breeze would only relieve it a little.

The process of spearing fish was more difficult than he imagined.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhou Hui finally saw a not-so-big sea fish appear and was very lucky to be approaching in his direction. It was getting closer and closer, and he felt that if some cunning fish came in, he should run away. Yes, he moved his throat, and silently continued to raise the wooden stick in his right hand, aiming at the fish in the sea.

The wooden pole moved back a little, and then exerted force with his arm, he suddenly threw the wooden pole into the sea and stabbed at the prey!
The wooden pole pierced the sea surface and stirred up a wave of white waves, but Zhou Hui was not that excited. He didn't even look at it, but he knew what kind of result the wooden pole would produce in the sea.

Of course, he still couldn't hold back the sense of anticipation brought by the stick's thrust, and kept looking in that direction.

He saw the wooden thorn stabbing towards the sea surface, and the thorn head of the wooden pole was really aiming at the little sea fish swimming leisurely under the sea, as if as long as it kept stabbing like this, the wooden thorn would really be able to stab the prey. The blood of prey infested the ocean!

It's a good idea.

However, the fact is that the wooden thorn's aim is really good, but when the thorn's head just touched the sea surface, the silly-looking sea fish underwater immediately started to swim, its flat body bent in the sea water, swishing It disappeared in the white waves stirred up, and then disappeared without a trace.

When the waves subsided and Zhou Hui saw it again, the small fish had already appeared in the sea water three meters away, and continued to swim leisurely in the sea water, swimming and swimming, swimming and swimming.

Mission completely failed.

One shot missed the prey, and Zhou Hui didn't feel how failed he was. He just walked over and took the wooden gun back, let out a breath, and turned into a lifelike statue in the water again.

It's not the first time he failed, so he didn't expect so much

Every time it looked like it was almost hit, but each time it was easily escaped by the cunning prey a second before the hit.

Just like the fish just now, plus this time, it was the third time it escaped from the wooden thorn.

So much so that Zhou Hui had the illusion that it was playing tricks on him.

Keep waiting, keep holding the pose.

The scorching sun shone down, and drops of sweat rolled down his forehead. Zhou Hui, whose arms were sore, gradually couldn't hold on anymore.

In other words, why do I fish after noon when the sun is the strongest and the temperature is the highest?
Wouldn't it be nice to wait until sunset in the afternoon to fish?
Thinking of this, Zhou Hui only felt that he had come to his senses, so he simply plunged his wooden spear into the sand and rocks under the sea, and then he fell on his back in the cool sea and swam.

I have to say that swimming in the sea to cool down is both a very good way and fun. It is indeed a happy thing for one person to directly contract a large beach.

It would be even better if there was a cold beer and a barbecue stand on the beach at this time... Zhou Hui, who was extremely comfortable in the sea, expressed regret in his heart.

But even if it is really fun, he'd better just stay in the sea for about half an hour, and then go ashore and put himself on the sand to accept the baptism of the sun.

One is due to physical problems, the lack of food naturally does not allow more physical energy to be squandered at will, and the other is because of hidden dangers. He can't guarantee that there will be no problems with his body after soaking in sea water for a long time.

(End of this chapter)