After paying respects to her ancestors, An Moxue glanced at her watch and realized it was almost seven o'clock. She left the cemetery, deciding not to go home that night.

Such a large lake must have plenty of fish; how could such a large water source be without animals? Today we'll dig traps, tomorrow we'll catch fish—we can't let a single one go.

It's evening now, which is the time for animals to drink water.

She quickly dug three traps, placed animal snares inside, camouflaged them, and swiftly left the scene.

An Moxue found a secluded spot and entered the space.

Once I relaxed, I realized my stomach was growling and my body was screaming, so I quickly ate dinner.

This is the first time in my life that I've entered such a large forest, and so deep inside, all by myself. I don't know how many dangers this primeval forest may hold.

An Moxue dared not relax her vigilance for the first time she entered, fearing that the unknown threat would cost her her life. Humans always seem so insignificant in the face of nature.

After resting for half an hour, I felt completely relaxed. I had eaten my fill, and my body felt much better, regaining my strength. I picked up the crossbow, turned around, and left the space.

This time, she carefully observed the environment around the lake, noting where there were animal footprints, animal droppings, and where animals might be drinking water.

She didn't know what animals would appear, nor what dangers awaited him.

She tried her best to search her memory for information about hunting and survival in the wild, comparing it with the present, and familiarizing herself with the forest as much as possible.

She wanted to observe the area around the lake carefully and see what she could gain from it. She walked slowly along the lake, from this side to the other side.

Trying her best to avoid ferocious wild beasts, she actually saw them: wild boars drinking water, antelopes drinking water, and a herd of deer. But she didn't touch them. Her cautious nature prevented her from harming these animals; if greater danger awaited her, it would be a loss. An Moxue suppressed her restless heart and returned to her space.

An Moxue was sleeping soundly when she was suddenly awakened by the screams of wild boars and the howls of wolves outside the space. She turned around, left the space, and climbed up a tall tree.

The sky was already turning light, the sun was about to rise. I took out my night-vision binoculars and looked towards the source of the sound: a dozen or so wild boars, large and small, were surrounded by a pack of wolves. Suddenly, a small boar was pounced on by a wolf and its neck was snapped. The boars suddenly let out a series of piercing screams, and the wolves swarmed in, engaging the boars in a fierce battle. Some wolves were wounded, some boars fell, and in just over an hour, only one wolf remained unharmed and two large, wounded boars remained; the rest were all dead.

An Moxue watched with great excitement, unable to hide her thrill.

Unfortunately, when she took down her binoculars and looked up at the lake, what she saw was like a fairyland: mist swirled across the vast lake, unknown birds chirped and twittered, the surrounding mountains were lush and green, and wildflowers bloomed in vibrant colors along the shore, all proclaiming the beauty of the forest. But beneath this tranquil beauty lay endless slaughter. At that moment, only four words came to An Moxue's mind: be prepared for danger in times of peace.

An Moxue calmed herself down, then picked up her binoculars and looked around. After putting the binoculars away, she quickly ran towards the place where the wolves and wild boars were fighting.

As she approached, An Moxue quickly climbed a tree, finding a good vantage point to observe the movements of the wild boar and the wolf.

The wild boars didn't spot her. Whether it was her imagination or not, she felt that the last remaining wolf had glanced in her direction. But the sheer number of wild boars and wolves in front of her swayed her fear, and she quickly scrambled down, rushing towards the battleground where the wolves and boars were fighting, casually gathering up the dead boars and wolves.

In the blink of an eye, only the wolf, the two wild boars, and their carcasses remained; there was no more storage space. She carefully observed the situation. She, the two wild boars, and the wolf had reached a stalemate. None of them moved or attacked, as if they were all waiting for an opportunity to strike the other down and kill them.

An Moxue was the first to move. She took out a repeating crossbow from her spatial storage and fired at the wild boar without hesitation.

Several arrows were fired in quick succession, hitting the wild boar, and the wolf charged towards it.

An Moxue ran out of arrows, so she took out a wood-chopping knife from her spatial storage and charged at a wild boar. In a short while, both wild boars were killed by the wolf and An Moxue.

The wolf didn't move, and neither did An Moxue. She gripped the wood-chopping knife tightly, her eyes fixed on the wolf. She didn't move, but the wolf was the first to act, retreating and retreating.

An Moxue was a little surprised. She felt that there was a pleading look in the wolf's eyes. She wondered if it was just her imagination. She felt that the wolf wanted something from her, but she couldn't figure it out. What was going on?

The wolf retreated a short distance, and seeing this, An Moxue took the opportunity to put away the two wild boars.

An Moxue took out a silenced gun from her spatial storage and cocked it. This wolf had fought to the very end, and its strength was not to be underestimated.

But what she didn't expect happened. The wolf lay down on its side for a while, then stood up again. After a while, it lay down on its side and didn't get up again. A little while later, it gave birth to a wolf cub, and then another wolf cub. After a while, no more wolf cubs came out.

It licked the wolf cubs clean with its tongue, looked at An Moxue with pleading eyes, as if saying, "Please take them with you." It seemed to have used up all its strength, and its head slammed heavily to the ground, and it did not move again.

After a while, An Moxue cautiously walked over and saw that the wolf was already dead.

The wolf carcass was collected, but the wolf cubs were in a dilemma. She wouldn't hesitate to kill the wolf, but she couldn't bring herself to kill the cubs! She had no choice but to find a small basket to put them together, collect them first, and then figure out what to do later. She then quickly left the area, afraid that the smell of blood would attract other large animals.

She found a flat and open spot where she could see the entire lake and especially her surroundings to rest.

Hmm! She'd just been through a thrilling animal battle. She thought she should relax a bit first.

Then she took out a camera from her spatial storage and quickly filmed the beautiful forest from different angles. She thought to herself, "Oh, the photos I take are all blockbusters, super blockbusters. It's a pity I can only enjoy them myself."

That morning, An Moxue didn't see a single large animal come to the lake to drink. Perhaps animals have an instinct to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune.