Yang Zheng saw it clearly: when the snake blood was being squeezed out, a small white bead did indeed come out of the snake's mouth and fall to the ground.
It must be a good thing; we have to find it.
Thinking of this, he immediately put down the dead snake in his hand and lay down on the ground to search carefully.
The ground was covered with skulls and bones, and the bead from before, which also seemed to be white, was mixed in and not easy to spot.
Where did it fall?
Yang Zheng frowned, stretched out his large hand, and kept turning over the little human skeleton on the ground.
After searching for a long time, he finally found the bead inside a set of dark yellow, withered bones.
"Luckily, I found it..."
At this moment, Yang Zheng was somewhat excited.
He took the bead and examined it closely.
This bead is probably about the size of a soybean.
It was pure white, cool to the touch, and faintly emanated a white mist from its surface.
It looks incredibly amazing.
Yang Zheng stared at it for a long time, then a thought struck him: "Is this the inner core of a crested snake? Or a gallstone?"
Who cares?
This crested snake is so huge and so strange; it is clearly an extraordinary beast.
This bead is absolutely a treasure; it must be kept safe.
I'll bring it back to Earth, and after six hours, once it reaches its normal size, I'll study it more carefully.
With that in mind, Yang Zheng carefully put the crested snake's "inner core" into his pocket.
Next, continue dealing with the dead snake.
After squeezing all the blood out of the crested snake's body, he found a few stones and started smashing them.
There's no need to worry about the snakeskin getting damaged.
If it's so easily damaged, then its snakeskin has no value.
Yang Zheng struggled with the dead snake for quite a while, until his arm ached from hitting it.
It took more than half an hour to finally smash the dead snake to pieces.
At this moment, the golden crested snake lay limply on the ground, its flesh and bones beneath its golden scales reduced to a puddle of mud.
Looking at its outer snakeskin, it was still gleaming golden and undamaged.
Now, with a little push, the shattered flesh and bones inside the tough snakeskin should be able to be pulled out.
Of course, it may take some time to completely remove all the flesh and bones inside.
I'm a little tired, let me have a smoke and take a break!
We can take our time later, I have time today anyway...
Yang Zheng lit a cigarette, found a protruding rock nearby, and sat down on it.
He had been very curious these past few days.
Why is the white tiger on the cliff always covered in blood, severely injured and on the verge of death? And then, not long after, it recovers and becomes incredibly fierce again?
After climbing to the top of the cliff today, I finally figured out what was going on.
At the top of the cliff, besides the ferocious white tiger, there was also a towering tree laden with red fruit.
There was even a golden crested snake hidden inside.
The white tiger is injured every day, probably from being abused by the crested snake.
It makes sense, considering that the white tiger would have a hard time defeating a ferocious and invulnerable golden python.
The only thing he couldn't understand was why the white tiger was fighting to the death with that crested snake.
Could it be that the white tiger is guarding this giant tree?
The crested serpent coveted the fruit on the giant tree... and the two strange beasts fought to the death over it?
I just saw this white tiger. It's almost dead from being strangled by a crested snake. I wonder if it can make it through the day?
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng had a sudden thought and quickly turned his head to look.
The dying white tiger was lying under the giant tree, its body trembling slightly uncontrollably.
Judging from its weak and listless appearance, he felt that this mini white tiger might die at any moment.
"I want to see how it will return to normal later."
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng threw away his cigarette butt and slowly walked towards the weakened white tiger.
He saw a giant, heavy as a mountain, walking towards him.
The weakened white tiger's dim eyes flashed with a hint of fear.
It struggled to raise its head and let out a weak growl, which sounded like a threat or a plea for mercy.
Its meows now sounded less loud to Yang Zheng than a kitten's meow.
Soon, the white tiger roared a few times, and then a few more drops of blood flowed from its mouth. It then struggled to stand up.
I tried several times, but it didn't work.
Finally, he fell heavily to the ground, letting out a mournful cry.
Yang Zheng walked up and squatted down, looking down at the white tiger with a blank expression, wanting to carefully observe the changes in the white tiger next.
The white tiger lay on the ground, trembling even more violently.
Clearly, the oppressive feeling emanating from the giant was far too strong.
Aww...
It looked up and growled at Yang Zheng a few more times.
But Yang Zheng ignored it.
After about five minutes, the severely injured white tiger suddenly began to paw at the ground with its sharp claws, and then slowly crawled toward the right side of the giant tree.
Every inch the white tiger crawled forward, a large amount of blood oozed from its mouth and nose.
Seeing this, Yang Zheng's heart stirred, and he felt a little strange.
Where is it trying to climb to?
Just as they were wondering, the white tiger could no longer climb. Exhausted, it lay on the ground, staring intently at a pile of white bones five meters away.
At this moment, the white tiger's eyes were filled with longing.
It was as if something life-saving was hidden among that pile of bones.
"It seems to be too tired to climb anymore, and there seems to be something wrong with the place it's looking at?"
Thinking of this, Yang Zheng immediately walked towards the pile of bones.
It was only a few meters long, but he covered it in just a few steps.
The pile of bones reached about knee-high, covered with tiny human skulls and thigh bones.
Yang Zheng raised his giant foot and kicked repeatedly, with a series of crisp "crash" sounds.
In an instant, the pile of bones was scattered all over the ground.
It was completely empty inside, there was nothing there. I wonder what that dying white tiger was staring at here for.
Or should I look more carefully?
Yang Zheng continued to sweep the ground with his foot. As he kicked away a complete black corpse, a red dot suddenly appeared on the ground.
Huh? There really is something!
He crouched down and took a closer look. He found it to be a blood-red fruit about the size of a peanut. He gently pinched it with his fingers and found it to be a bit hard. It felt like a longan, with a shell.
This fruit is exactly the same as the one that grows on the giant tree.
Just as he reached out to pick up the fruit, the white tiger behind him seemed a little nervous and let out a weak growl.
It now seemed somewhat angry and desperate, as if its most treasured life-saving possession had been stolen.
Yang Zheng, holding the fruit, walked up to it again.
From beginning to end, the white tiger kept its eyes fixed on the fruit in his hand, its gaze never leaving him.
This shows that the red fruit on the giant tree does indeed have some kind of magical effect.
Otherwise, the white tiger's desire for it wouldn't be so intense.
To verify his guess, Yang Zheng placed the fruit near the white tiger's mouth, then took out a magnifying glass to observe the white tiger's next reaction.
The moment the blood-red fruit was placed near the white tiger's mouth, its dim eyes instantly shone with a bright light.
The white tiger extended its claws and used the sharp tips to gently scratch the blood-red fruit. Instantly, the peanut-sized fruit cracked open.
Under the magnifying glass, Yang Zheng could clearly see that after Baihu skillfully peeled off the red outer shell of the fruit, white flesh was revealed inside, which really looked like a peeled longan.
"Does that mean we have to eat the white flesh inside?"
Just as he was wondering, the white tiger's next move surprised him.
After the white tiger peeled open the whole red fruit, it did not swallow it directly. Instead, it continued to use its sharp little claws to carefully scrape off the white flesh.
Seeing this, Yang Zheng became even more confused.
"What's going on? Why didn't it eat the fruit pulp and just ate it all? Is there some secret hidden inside the fruit pulp?"
Continue observing with a magnifying glass!
It took about a minute for the weakened white tiger to scrape all the white flesh clean. At this point, a seed smaller than a mung bean appeared inside.
The seed is dark red, and its surface appears to be covered with fine, hair-like vein patterns.
At this moment, the white tiger opened its mouth with difficulty, put the strange fruit pit into its mouth, chewed it with a crunching sound, and finally swallowed it...
The white tiger just peeled the shell, removed the pulp, took the pit, and swallowed it.
The entire process was smooth and fluid, demonstrating exceptional skill.
It was as if it had done it countless times.
After eating the fruit pit, the white tiger trembled uncontrollably and let out strange roars. Then, a few minutes later, it fainted.
Of course, this is Yang Zheng's guess.
It's also possible that the white tiger is asleep.
This is a crucial moment, and Yang Zheng must observe carefully without missing anything.
Looking at the sleeping white tiger, he took a magnifying glass and examined it closely from head to toe.
Upon observation, Yang Zheng discovered that the white tiger had many bloody wounds on its body, and he wondered if it had been bitten by the strange crested snake.
Soon, the white tiger, which had been in a deep sleep, stopped trembling.
Less than a minute later, a shocking scene unfolded.
The wounds on the white tiger's body were visibly healing, wriggling and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye...
In just a few short seconds, all the wounds on its body healed on their own, and it returned to normal.
Less than ten minutes later, the sleeping white tiger suddenly opened its eyes, then rolled over and jumped up.
Looking into the white tiger's eyes, they are sharp, fierce, and full of murderous intent!
This ferocious beast has been fully revived!
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