As I fired, I calculated in my mind that if all my blowguns with injection needles were filled with this anesthetic, the dosage would probably be several times greater than the blowguns I was currently using.

After all, the dosage injected into muscle and the dosage pierced and contaminated are worlds apart.

What I valued was not only its anesthetic effect, but also the fact that the indigenous people could bring the prey they shot back to their tribe to eat.

It's not hard to see that the components of this poison can be destroyed by heating, so it's safe to eat.

This thing is incredibly useful for both hunting and self-defense. When I get back, I must learn from this native and see what kind of plant has such a terrifying anesthetic effect.

Just as I reached out to touch the blowgun, I discovered that I had already used up all the blowguns made by the indigenous people.

I was distracted and just mechanically shooting at those Upper Dogs, and now there's a large area of ​​Upper Dogs lying flat on the ground 20 meters away.

They lay on the ground, sleeping like dead pigs, as if they had suddenly drunk several kilograms of strong liquor.

Now, the remaining three hounds that weren't hit by the blowguns were also completely bewildered.

They didn't know what was going on either. They were just eating peacefully a moment ago, how come a whole bunch of them suddenly fell asleep?

The young indigenous man next to me looked at the dogs lying all over the ground and was so happy that he raised his hands above his head and waved them wildly, his body rising and falling with his raised hands.

Upon seeing this, all the indigenous people raised their arms and bowed them rhythmically, offering me their highest form of respect.

The remaining three hounds no longer posed a real threat to this group of burly men. At this point, I was thinking of making some blowguns to take out the rest as well.

But the locals around me stopped me, saying that we only needed to drive away those three and not kill them.

Seeing that these natives had said so, I didn't know what to say. In some areas, natives and these carnivores sometimes form a kind of tacit understanding.

Indigenous people would throw away unwanted waste from the water to feed carnivorous animals, and sometimes these seemingly insignificant acts could save a starving life.

When carnivores hunt, they will also steal the prey from the predators, but they will also leave enough food for the predator to eat, as a sign of respect.

Over time, they will reach a certain level of understanding and be able to live peacefully with these natives.

Thinking about this, I feel somewhat ashamed of myself. Most of our hearts have been stained with all sorts of colors by the big dye vat of society. We only care about interests and have no regard for benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, or trustworthiness.

This inevitably reminds me of a quote once said by Professor Zeng Shiqiang, a master of I Ching studies:

In the days to come, we will face water shortages, food shortages, and then population shortages, and the culprit behind all of this is immorality.

Even these indigenous people understand such a simple principle as long-term development and harmonious coexistence. How could I, a modern person, be so ignorant?

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but blush a little.

However, the outcome was naturally a happy one for everyone. The indigenous people were also happy not to go to war with these dogs. It was the best result to win without bloodshed.

Now that the threat of those hounds was gone, we all took our weapons and climbed down from the tree.

When the three lone upper dogs saw so many old six dogs suddenly appear, they were startled and quickly barked at their sleeping companions.

But were those upper-mounted dogs, who were anesthetized by the poison, so easy to wake up? No matter how much the three dogs nudged their companions with their noses, they remained asleep as still as dead pigs.

Looking at these three weak, barking dogs, I thought to myself, "Go ahead and bark all you want; no one will come to save you even if you bark until your throats are hoarse."

Now I suddenly feel that the three dogs look like three delicate young women.

We were like a group of bloodthirsty lunatics, shouting and laughing excitedly, forming a semi-circular human shield wall, holding spears as we approached the last three hounds.

These three hounds were far more sensible than the two saber-toothed tigers. Seeing that so many of us were attacking them, they knew they were outnumbered and retreated after less than a minute.

But they didn't go far. They just stayed quietly in the distance, occasionally peeking out from behind the trees, nervously watching what was happening in our direction.

The natives, of course, paid no attention to the surveillance of the three hounds. When they came to the side of the wildebeest, they still frowned.

The sewage on the ground had been pulled out in a mess, and almost nothing had been eaten. The remaining three bodies were basically the same.

Canines love to eat the internal organs of their prey. They will eat all the internal organs of their prey first before they start eating the rest of the prey.

The natives took out several short knives and began to process the remaining prey; more accurately, the knives they held were bamboo knives made of bamboo.

Bamboo knives are sharpened differently from the knives we usually use; they are sharpened on only one side.

The yellowed bamboo skin, sharp as a blade, was precisely preserved by single-sided grinding to form the edge of the bamboo knife.

I must say, the indigenous people did a much better job in this regard than I did back then. I was still using reed stems to cut meat, and I didn't know how to make a bamboo knife.

The indigenous people's butchering skills are comparable to mine. Since their bamboo knives are not suitable for chopping, their techniques are similar to mine, targeting the weakest points of the joints for cutting.

This method requires a very good understanding of the body structure of organisms, and I found that these natives did it very skillfully, even faster than I could.

With the combined efforts of our group of about twenty people, the four bodies were reduced to their most basic components in just half an hour.

The remaining entrails and some mangled pieces of flesh were left behind.

In addition, I saw the indigenous chief place a large piece of meat in the center of the animals with both hands, then kneel down and raise his hands to bow three times to heaven and earth.

Later I learned that this was a custom of offering a portion of the prey to heaven and earth after each hunt, regardless of the quantity.

This signifies that their people will live better under the protection of heaven and earth, and will obtain more food and resources.

I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe for these indigenous people. Their lives were already so difficult, yet they still maintained a pure and innocent heart, which made me, a person from modern society, feel ashamed.

None of the natives moved among the anesthetized hounds on the ground.

Because in the eyes of the indigenous people, they see the animals hunting as the same as themselves, as they have families to take care of. If they kill them all, it would be a desecration of heaven and earth, and they would be punished.