Trying to escape? Not a chance. If the golden python had given up on escaping after its first injury, it might have had a chance, but now it's too late.
Pat is a bird of prey, not a domesticated chicken. It is ferocious by nature, and now that it has seen blood, even the most powerful person could not persuade Pat to stop.
Pat was clearly more excited at the sight of blood, completely ignoring the golden python writhing in agony, and continued to open its belly and widen the wound.
At this moment, it was looking for something, something that eagles love to eat most when hunting snakes: snake gallbladders!
Snake gallbladders are believed to have liver-cleansing and vision-improving effects, and their taste is less bitter than that of gallbladders from other animals; instead, they have a cooling and sweet aftertaste.
Pat quickly found a huge, bright green gallbladder in the familiar spot. The familiar technique and precise location showed that Pat had done this job many times before.
Pat grabbed the huge snake gall and began to pull it out with all his might. Extracting gall from a live snake caused the golden python's tail to twitch wildly on the ground in pain.
Top, who had been restrained, suddenly released his grip and tried to escape. However, Pat had already pulled out the snake gall and swallowed it whole.
The golden python was severely injured and had no intention of staying any longer. Taking advantage of Pat's distraction, it quickly made its escape.
However, the golden python was so focused on escaping that it didn't notice that Pat's claw was still firmly gripping part of the python's internal organs.
Perhaps numb from the pain, the golden python frantically twisted its body to escape, its internal organs still inside Pat's claws.
With a hissing sound, a large spurt of blood gushed out. The internal organs inside were torn apart by the pulling force of the two forces, and all of them were pulled out.
This includes a snake's vital organ: its heart!
The golden python, now devoid of its internal organs, felt a sudden emptiness wash over it. It twitched a few times before losing all life.
Pat, who hadn't eaten much during training these past few days, began to devour the python's entrails on the ground without any hesitation. Pat was still a little afraid that Top, who was nearby, might hit him with a stick, so he kept his distance.
When I finally reached the cliff location Pat had indicated, panting heavily, Pat was already full and dozing off, while Top was looking at his arm, which was still bleeding from the bite of the golden python.
Holy crap!
The first thing I saw was the golden python on the ground, about the thickness of a calf and weighing at least a hundred pounds.
Its current state can only be described as horrific. Its abdominal cavity has been completely opened, and all its internal organs have been ripped out.
By this time, some of it had already been eaten by Pat, and what remained was a gruel mixed with foul-smelling blood and some broken, unsightly internal organs, which smelled nauseating.
Top seemed pleased to see me. It couldn't stand very steadily yet, probably because it was still coiled up by the python and its blood flow hadn't fully returned to normal.
Top wasn't worried about his injury; instead, he took a huge frog out of his basket and waved it in front of me.
Upon closer inspection, I realized that this frog was the same giant frog that Top and I had hunted when we explored the eastern hills.
The giant frog appeared to have several bleeding wounds on its head, presumably from being hit countless times by Top with a stick before it was killed.
Top was even afraid that the frog would escape again, so he knew to tie the giant frog's two hind legs with vines.
However, I am not happy at all at this moment. It is not worth it for Top to take risks just for this giant frog.
No amount of prey could be traded for Top. He was no longer just a monkey; I had come to regard him as part of my family.
However, seeing Top beaming with joy as he showed off the giant frog to me, I really couldn't bear to blame the monkey.
Actually, I also bear some responsibility. If I hadn't paid less attention to Top, it wouldn't have gone to such lengths to track down this giant frog.
I had a hard time chasing this giant frog before, and I finally managed to take it down after using several blowguns.
Top only had a stick, so you can imagine how difficult it was for him to hunt this giant frog.
After a while, I forced a smile at Top, patted him on the head, and praised him, "Well done, Top."
Top became even more excited when I praised it, completely forgetting that it had almost lost its life to the golden python in front of it.
Looking at the wounds on the python's abdomen, some were from its canine teeth, and others were from cuts made by bird beaks.
Judging from the open wounds and the entrails scattered on the ground, I know that Pat saved Top's life today.
I'm so grateful that Pat intervened in time today; otherwise, it would have been too late by the time I arrived.
I reached out and stroked Pat's feathers with heartfelt gratitude, saying, "Pat, you did a great job today. Thank you for your timely intervention."
Pat had already eaten and was dozing off, so he wasn't really interested in what I was saying.
I knelt down to examine Top's wounds. Apart from the laceration from the python bite, Top had bruises and whip marks of varying degrees on his chest, back, and legs.
It seems Top has truly escaped death; thankfully, no bones were broken. He had some minor bleeding wounds, and I had some herbs in my basket to stop the bleeding.
I chewed some of the herb in my mouth and applied it to the spot where Top had been bitten by the golden python. This agrimony has the effect of cooling the blood and stopping bleeding, and it stopped the bleeding from the wound in a while.
As for the bruises on Top's body, I'll just have to go back and prepare some topical liniment for him later.
After treating Top's wounds, it was getting late and drowsy. I was preparing to pack my things and take Top and the others away from here.
At this moment, Topra, wearing my clothes, came to the edge of the slippery rocks inside the waterfall. Seeing this, I knew that Top's catching of this giant frog was not accidental, but inevitable.
At this moment, there were at least dozens of frogs of all sizes sitting on the slippery rock platform. They all appeared to be the same type of giant frog, the same kind that Top had caught.
However, while these resources are excellent, you need to be alive to enjoy them. It's getting dark, and we still have a long way to go.
My previous experience walking alone at night almost cost me my life, and I don't want anything else to go wrong. I need to get home first. I can get food anytime, but not now.
The golden python was also considered a spoil of war for Pat and Top. Although they couldn't take it all, taking a portion, weighing around 40 or 50 kilograms, wouldn't be a problem.
I used a machete to cut off the top and bottom, then chopped off the fattest and most succulent section in the middle and put it into my basket.
Seeing that Top was injured, I thought of picking it up to continue our journey, but Top, who had recovered somewhat, didn't care about that. It pricked up its ears and walked ahead on its own, acting as my watchman.
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