Soon, I heard the same banging sound coming from the bushes not far away, about twenty meters away from my position.
This was its final warning to me to leave quickly, or it would get very angry.
I can't let it get away with this. Since it's already started, let it keep hitting.
"Bang...bang bang bang...bang bang."
I continued to shamelessly tap the blowgun with a wooden stick.
This completely enraged the grouse who had been trying to "reason" with him.
You dare to be so arrogant on someone else's turf? Today, I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget, or you'll leave this place easily!
I heard the male grouse let out a sharp clucking sound and flap its wings as it flew toward me.
Even without its translation, I could tell that what it was trying to express wasn't about peace and harmony, but rather a fit of rage uttered as a curse.
"I'm going to fuck you to death today!"
I was secretly delighted. "If you want to do it, then come on!" At that moment, I had transformed into Voldemort, the sixth brother, just waiting for him to show up.
Come on, let's get intimate!
I guessed right, grouse like to land and find a high vantage point to check where their opponents are.
The short tree that was only three or four meters away from me was clearly the most suitable observation point in the vicinity.
The grouse landed on the tree, whether because it was getting dark or because its eyesight was poor, I don't know.
At such close range, I hid in the bushes and aimed my blowgun at it. It didn't even notice, continuing to chirp and bang in the tree—what a silly goose!
You don't need to go home to sleep tonight; it's cooler and more comfortable where I am. I secretly gave the grouse a gesture of praise. A gentleman helps others achieve their goals, so I won't be polite.
"puff!"
A muffled thud was heard, and the grouse was clearly startled. But it quickly calmed down, because the ground was safe, and it no longer had to worry about falling from the tree while sleeping at night.
At such close range, a blowgun is powerful enough to kill a swan weighing over ten kilograms with a single arrow, let alone this grouse that is much smaller than a swan.
But the grass was too thick, and I only saw the grouse fall. When I went to check under the tree, I didn't find any grouse.
Finally, Top sniffed the air and, presumably smelling blood, followed the scent to find the grouse, its body completely pierced and dead, in the grass about three meters away.
Why!
I exclaimed in surprise, realizing I had been careless. This grouse was quite resilient; it even managed to struggle and run a few meters after getting off the ground.
I picked up the grouse to examine it and found that the arrow had pierced its wing and crop, but had not directly damaged any vital organs in its chest cavity.
However, several arteries were severed, and the chicken was now covered in blood. No wonder it could still run; that's why. It seems I need to practice my archery skills more.
...
By the time we got back, it was so dark we couldn't see the road anymore. Luckily, the moon rose early today. Under the moonlight, Top and I hurried towards our lodging.
Once darkness falls, wild beasts in the jungle come out to roam, and danger lurks everywhere. Without night vision, I'm at a significant disadvantage in this environment.
Perhaps I was walking too fast, because I felt something trip me up. The soft, yielding sensation made my heart skip a beat; it felt so familiar, I'd experienced it once before.
I could hear the hissing sound of the gas cylinder leaking, and it sounded like someone was cracking a whip nearby.
"Squeak!"
Top's senses are much sharper than mine, and it probably already saw what that thing looked like. Now, it was so frightened that it lay on the ground and made threatening noises at the hissing figure.
In the dim moonlight, I could only vaguely make out a long, thin figure, with its upper body already standing up.
Just as I tripped over it, I felt it bite my ankle. Luckily, I was wearing homemade high boots while walking in the jungle, so the bite didn't land on my body.
However, I was still startled and broke out in a cold sweat. If I hadn't stopped in time, I might have tripped over that thing.
Tripping on this unclear mountain path, with an unknown snake in front of me, I thought it might not have bitten my foot.
It could also be my face, or... my neck.
Thinking about this, I felt a wave of fear and quickly called out to Top, "Top, come here quickly, stay away from it!"
Top squeaked and ran quickly to my side.
Right now, I'm quickly searching my mind for snakes that fit this description; it's not just cobras that can stand upright.
Among the snakes I know, there's a venomous snake called the spearhead viper that also raises its body. It's not just venomous snakes; some non-venomous snakes also raise their bodies.
For example, the three-lined cobra, although non-venomous, is more aggressive than a cobra when threatened and will actively chase after anything that poses a threat to it.
The dark shadow paused for a moment, then hissed and opened its mouth to bite me. Startled, I quickly jumped back.
The snake wouldn't give up. It swam quickly in pursuit, biting me several times, but I dodged each bite in advance.
Could it be a three-banded venomous snake? This question arose in my mind, but the next second I was so frightened that I immediately dismissed my guess.
Although the moonlight was very thin at this moment, it was still possible to make out the approximate length of the snake's shadow on the ground.
Good heavens! This guy is definitely over two meters long. The three-lined coelacanth could never grow that long, not even a cobra.
The spearhead viper is even less likely; they are only thick, and their length is probably less than that of a cobra.
After eliminating all other possibilities, only one outcome remains.
It is very likely a king cobra, weighing over ten pounds and known as the snake killer, the world's deadliest and longest venomous snake!
Although cobras and king cobras differ by only one word, their venom and venom output are vastly different.
I've heard some snake bloggers explain that if you get bitten by a cobra and get to the hospital for antivenom within two hours, it's not a big deal.
However, being bitten by a king cobra is like stepping into the gates of hell. If effective treatment is not received within half an hour, the person will immediately lose consciousness.
If it's been more than an hour, find a shady place to lie down. That way, your body will feel cooler and you can get used to the climate and environment of the underworld in advance.
Holy crap!
I cursed under my breath. Thinking of this, I got nervous and took several steps back, almost falling to the ground again.
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