In my dream, I felt as if something was moving around me, and every now and then something would brush against my skin through the gaps in the rattan armor, but I still didn't realize what was wrong.

Then a loud clang rang out, which startled me so much that I broke out in a cold sweat.

Now I'm all alone in this jungle, so who will be turning over my bowl?

I immediately pulled up all the spikes on my body, then stretched out my arms and legs and grabbed the spear in my hand.

Only then did I realize with surprise that my fire had long since gone out because I had run out of wood. It was pitch black now, and I couldn't see anything. All I could hear were the sounds of breathing very close to me.

I realized there was more than one sound, and my heart pounded with extreme tension. I gripped my spear tightly. And on the very first day, I'd already encountered a pack of wild beasts!

Although I don't know what kind of wild beasts are in front of me, one thing I'm sure of is that my food supplies are running low.

My basket had been placed beside me before I went to sleep, but it's gone now. Hearing chewing sounds coming from not far away, I know the animals must have pulled the basket out and are now sharing my fish.

If these fish hadn't attracted them beforehand, would they have attacked me while I was asleep?

Thinking about this, I forgot about regretting my food; now I only felt a wave of fear.

But soon the voices of refusal stopped, and I knew that the beasts must have eaten all my dried fish.

I could feel many gazes moving over me, and their breathing began to become heavy. I could hear footsteps, and several of them were already walking towards me.

My heart was pounding; there wasn't a single advantage I could have. These wild beasts could pinpoint my location perfectly, but I didn't even know what they were.

Calm down! Tang Yi, you absolutely must calm down. If you panic now, it'll be the end for you.

I forced myself to remain calm. At least I still had the protective vine armor with spikes on my body, so they couldn't do anything to me for the time being.

Judging from the sound of the beast walking, it shouldn't be too big.

First, I ruled out the possibility that these animals were tigers or leopards. They generally prefer to hunt alone and would never come in a group.

Therefore, this animal must be a social animal, and the fact that these guys don't make any smacking noises when they eat rules out the possibility of wild boars being a social animal.

Among medium-sized social animals, they are either wolves or canines such as wild dogs.

Soon I sensed several wild beasts stealthily approaching from behind. I dared not be careless and quickly turned around, wildly swinging my spear in the darkness.

That way, it's impossible to hurt them. I have no other choice but to do this so that those lurking creatures won't dare to come forward.

These guys were indeed more cunning than I had imagined. As soon as I turned around, I could hear several more gathering behind me, trying to attack from behind.

Helpless, all I could do was swing my spear back and forth, but even so, these guys were getting closer and closer to me.

Just as I was feeling incredibly anxious about this, a furry head actually tried to squeeze through the opening in the back of my armor.

I was terrified; it was trying to tear my anus open!

These guys are jackals!

Jackals are extremely cunning animals. They are smaller than wolves, about the size of a domestic dog.

These animals are intelligent; they don't attack their prey's neck to suffocate it like other predators do.

It prefers to attack the anus of its prey. Once it pulls out the anus and eats the intestines, even large animals like bison are doomed.

Therefore, their hunting methods are among the cruelest in the animal kingdom. Sometimes, the prey may have its lower body eaten up by these animals, while its upper body can still let out a mournful cry.

Imagining that bloody scene, my heart trembled uncontrollably. Wild animals that live in packs are more difficult to deal with than those that live alone, because they understand teamwork.

I'd rather face a tiger and strike it down than be tortured by these beasts.

Fortunately, the hole I made wasn't too big, so it wouldn't be so easy for it to squeeze in. I remained calm, but the fear in my heart turned into anger.

I didn't even need to look to know where this thing was. Without hesitation, I thrust my spear fiercely behind me.

"die!"

I shouted, and judging from the sensation of the spear in my hand, I had struck the jackal.

A sharp, piercing howl, like that of a vengeful ghost, echoed through the dark forest. The creature, in pain, frantically tore at my spear, but I didn't linger and immediately pulled it out.

Because I knew that pulling out the spear would be the beginning of a real nightmare for that beast.

Since it is an offensive weapon primarily based on stabbing, my spearhead is modeled after the Type 56 triangular bayonet, the king of cold weapons in the world.

Because of its immense power, it once struck fear into the hearts of the United Nations, and was later banned from use altogether.

The three-sided blood grooves of the triangular dagger allow air to quickly enter the victim's body. After being pulled out, the three blood grooves are difficult to suture, and a large amount of blood will flow out from the wound, eventually leading to death from ischemia.

Simply put, unless the limbs are stabbed, a stab to the main torso usually means there's no time for rescue; the victim dies instantly.

If humans are like this, how much better can a wild beast be? I could hear the howling jackal's breathing becoming increasingly rapid, a result of a sudden drop in blood pressure and oxygen deprivation.

It feels suffocated and can only breathe fresh air more vigorously.

The consequence of doing this is only to accelerate the heartbeat and the rate of blood loss, and soon its breathing becomes as weak as a mosquito's buzz.

The remaining jackals clearly hadn't expected me to be so dangerous, and they killed one of their companions in one fell swoop.

But they are the most greedy hunters; the little bit of fish I had before was far from enough for them. Now that they are enjoying their meal and their stomachs are still not full, how could they possibly let me go so easily?

Now they began to make new moves. Having learned from the first jackal's mistake, they were wiser this time.

Instead of attacking me at close range, they surrounded me, with jackals taking turns biting me from my sides.

Whenever I charged at them with my spear, they would scatter to avoid a direct confrontation. The moment I paused, they would gather around me again.