It struggled desperately backward in terror, trying to get away from this terrifying human.
One step, two steps...
Thump!
The wild boar lost its footing and plummeted downwards!
It fell into the trap that Zhang Cheng had dug and carefully disguised!
"Awoooooo—!"
A heart-wrenching scream echoed through the silent snowy night, carrying far and wide.
The sharpened old chopsticks at the bottom of the pit, like the fangs of a venomous snake, pierced its body fiercely!
The excruciating pain caused it to writhe and struggle wildly at the bottom of the pit, but the more it struggled, the deeper the splinters pierced its flesh!
Zhang Cheng walked to the edge of the pit with a blank expression.
The wild boar at the bottom of the pit was still convulsing and moaning, but it had clearly lost the strength to resist.
There was no pity in his eyes.
Raise the longest, sharpest stick in your hand, aim at the wild boar's still-moving eyes, and with all your might, plunge it down hard!
Pfft!
A dull thud.
The wild boar's body jerked violently for a moment, then went completely limp and fell silent.
The last glimmer of life in those green eyes was extinguished completely.
All around, a suffocating silence returned.
Zhang Cheng gasped for breath, his chest heaving violently from the fight.
He pulled the stick stuck in the boar's body, then jumped into the pit and struggled to drag the heavy boar carcass back up.
He drew his machete and skillfully slit the wild boar's carotid artery.
Warm wild boar blood gushed out.
He bent down, ignoring the strong fishy smell, and began to swallow large mouthfuls.
The cold, stiff body seemed to be instantly infused with a scalding warm current.
The lost strength is being quickly restored.
He needed this strength, this warmth, to support him as he walked back to his home, which felt like an icebox.
After drinking his fill of wild boar blood, he grabbed a handful of clean snow and caught the still-flowing blood, letting it quickly congeal into lumps in the freezing cold.
This is a rare delicacy; whether used in soup or stir-fried, it can satisfy hunger and fill the stomach.
Then he began to peel the skin.
The technique was swift and precise, avoiding any areas that might damage the fur.
It didn't take long for a relatively intact wild boar skin to be peeled off.
He shook off the bloodstains from the wild boar skin and carefully rolled it up.
Then, carefully wipe the blood and debris off the wild boar meat with clean snow.
After finishing all that, he tied the wild boar skin and the frozen blood together, then hoisted the gutted wild boar carcass onto his shoulder.
It's extremely heavy.
But this is the hope of survival.
He determined the direction and, stepping through knee-deep snow, trudged down the mountain.
The snow seemed to be falling even heavier, and the strong wind whipped snowflakes against our faces, feeling like they were being cut by knives.
But his heart was no longer as cold and desperate as it had been when he arrived.
He did not go straight back to his dilapidated mud house on the edge of the village.
Instead, he carried the wild boar carcass and headed straight for the trousers-sewing family's house at the west end of the village.
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