However, at that moment I felt an itch in my groin area, and when I touched it, the two testicles that were originally there turned into several.
Damn mosquitoes!
The tiger mosquitoes here, also known as mountain mosquitoes, are more venomous than those in other places, or something else, but the bites they produce are almost the size of a pigeon egg.
My entire groin area was swollen and itchy, and scratching made the bumps even itchier. I'm puzzled why mosquitoes aren't afraid of open flames, since most animals are afraid of them.
Luckily, I'm currently an ignorant monkey. If this were done in civilized society and a young lady saw me, I would definitely be treated as a pervert.
You can't scratch this thing, it'll just make you feel irritated. I could only take some salt from the bamboo jar, put it in my palm, add a little water, and make it stick to my palm.
The wounds were already red from being scratched, so I rubbed concentrated salt granules onto the broken skin.
"hiss……"
This intensely hot sensation made me grit my teeth and savor it.
Looks like I can't be lazy; I have to finish making the trouser legs and sleeves. Otherwise, the mosquitoes and leeches will thank me.
Unfortunately, I had to cut out four more pieces of fabric, sew them into cylindrical shapes with fine linen thread, and then sew them onto the trousers and sleeves. Only then was a light and thin garment completed.
After doing all that, when I wanted to try on the dress, I realized I hadn't made any room to fit inside.
The biggest hole in the whole garment is at the head area; I can't even go in.
Helpless, I had to remove the hemp thread from both shoulders, then use a red-hot steel needle to punch a row of holes in the fabric above each shoulder, and string hemp rope through them.
In this way, I unknowingly transformed a thing that looked like a snakeskin bag into a women's sundress.
But if you put a long, legging-like thing under this dress, you can only wear it with your eyes closed. It's as bizarre as it gets.
The key point is that my design is anti-human; any designer who sees it would shake their head and sigh.
Normally, bodysuits either open from the side or from the bottom. But in order to preserve the integrity of the material as much as possible, my bodysuit has an opening from the top.
When putting it on, you need to untie the straps on both shoulders, then put your feet in first, like putting on waders, and then put it on from top to bottom, and finally tie the straps on both shoulders.
Wearing that flashy python skin pattern made me feel a bit out of place.
However, this outfit does have one notable advantage: it blends perfectly into the jungle, making it excellent for hunting.
I've spent a lot of time making this garment, now it's time to get down to business.
I shouldered my basket and four-piece hunting gear and set off with Top. This time, I planned to explore the rolling hills east of the stream.
When I was at my residence, standing on the cliff, I could see that the trees in that area were sparser, and the grass and vegetation on the ground were much more lush than in the dense forest.
My past hunting experience with my father tells me that a relatively flat hilly area with a wide field of vision and lush pasture is very likely to attract a large number of herbivores to stay here.
The sparse trees provide better visibility for these herbivores, and some wild animals that rely on ambushes cannot exert any advantage in this terrain; their hunting success rate is no higher than 30%.
However, this is good news for me, because a good view will help me spot the prey more quickly.
I don't need to run over like a wild beast and fight my prey with brute force. My crossbow can kill most of the mammals here with a fatal penetrating wound from twenty paces away.
The weather was unusually clear today, and as Top and I passed the eastern mountains, we discovered another branch of a stream at the foot of the mountains.
The stream here is much wider than the one in front of my house, probably about ten meters wide by sight. However, the water is still very shallow, with the deepest part only reaching my calves. It is a typical shallow stream area.
The stream flows southward along the mountains to the east, and to the west of the stream is a large, unobstructed pebble beach.
This terrain is ideal for herbivores to come and drink, and the excellent visibility of the riverbanks helps them quickly spot predators, increasing their chances of escape.
I dare say that if I had some time to set a trap here, I would definitely be able to catch some large prey.
However, I'm just thinking about this idea; a trap can definitely catch its prey. But I estimate there's a high chance I won't be able to take it.
As I walked along, I noticed that there were many hard, dry feces containing hair and bone fragments left on the road.
My initial assessment suggests that the herbivores here are as plentiful as I expected. Correspondingly, there are also many carnivorous predators; I've already spotted at least seven or eight different types of predator droppings along the way.
This made my senses much more alert. I called Top back to my side. We weren't familiar with the terrain here, so it was best to be careful.
When Top and I reached this riverbank, just as I had expected, the crevices between the pebbles were covered with bluish-black droppings from herbivores.
There were many round, bean-shaped droppings among them, probably left by herbivores such as sheep or deer.
However, this dung ball was one or two times larger than any I had seen in my hometown, about the size of a glutinous rice ball. The animal that could produce such dung must have weighed at least a thousand pounds.
It's still early, and the area isn't very hot yet. It's estimated that by midday, the nearby animals will come to the stream to drink because they're thirsty.
This is indeed a good place as an ambush site, but it's definitely not the best location I'm looking for.
Killing prey is easy, but several experiences have taught me that it is almost impossible to quickly bring large prey back to my dwelling under the noses of numerous predators.
These cunning predators are very likely to play the role of opportunistic hyenas among animals, while I am just a tool leopard in their eyes.
I dare say that as soon as the screams of prey are heard in this area, the surrounding predators will rush here as fast as they can.
At that time, I might even end up like a rabbit that has been killed and its hunting dog discarded, since there are no trees for me to hide in this empty riverbank.
In terms of running speed, any large wild animal here could easily outrun me.
To my surprise, there were quite a few black waterfowl that looked like ducks but had chicken beaks along the stream.
They frolicked in groups by the stream, and when I arrived, they simply moved a little further away from me, swimming to rest near a small hillside close to the mountains.
I couldn't take the big one with me, but I wasn't going to hold back on the small one. I chuckled, took out the blowgun I was carrying, and loaded it with an arrow.
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