I'm not a wild eater

Put the bamboo basket across your body, and put in a bottle of water and a machete.

Put the torch into the inner pocket of the coat, took the torch and long stick, and walked down the hillside.

【Master Mu’s attitude is to set a trap for those who know it, but for those who don’t know, he thinks he is going to conquer the pigs. 】

[The main one dared to eat other people's cubs, and felt guilty. 】

[The fighting power of an adult wild boar is still very strong. Even if it climbs up a tree, it may knock it down. 】

【Maybe the mother pig on the opposite side has been waiting for Master Mu for a long time. 】

【You say, if Master Mu and the wild boar face each other, is there a chance of winning? 】

【Absolutely not. 】

【I definitely don't have it. I'm looking forward to it from Master Mu. 】

Walking to the bottom of the hill, Mu Qing took a bunch of things and crossed the river with difficulty.

He took out his trousers from the bamboo basket, put them on, and walked up the leeward slope.

"Don't look forward to it. If I encounter an adult wild boar, I will definitely not have it."

"Just climb up a bigger tree and try to get it off with a torch and a long stick."

"It's impossible to just go straight, after all, there is no sliding shovel."

When he got to the edge of the trap, Muqing put down the bamboo basket and put the long stick aside.

Holding a machete and a torch in his hand, he first observed around the trap.

"Actually, I'm quite looking forward to seeing some traces, bigger footprints or something."

"But no, there is no trace, which means that no animals have approached this trap for so many days."

"The little wild boar left a lot of blood in the trap last time, and the smell of blood didn't attract any animals. This is not a good thing."

Somewhat disappointed, Mu Qing pinned the machete to his waist, and inserted the torch to the other side of the trap.

Torches and sticks, one on the left and one on the right.

Jump to the bottom of the trap, and take the broken bamboo strips, fallen leaves, and the soil brought down by the bamboo strips.

Get them all up and pile them on the side of the trap.

Use your foot to smooth out the small hole made by the last spike.

Mu Qing returned to the ground, ready to take the spikes from the bamboo basket and spread them out.

Bang bang bang.

In the forest in the distance, there was suddenly the obvious sound of large animals running.

Muqing put down the bamboo basket, grabbed the torch nearby, and skillfully climbed up a big tree behind the trap.

Quickly climb to the end of the first thick branch and stand looking a little further.

【Hahahaha, Master Mu's climbing movements are still so smooth. 】

[The expression is still so stubborn. 】

[What was that voice just now?What ran over? 】

[I don't know, it sounds like a lot of movement. 】

【Master Mu, you didn't take your stick. 】

[I can't take care of so much at the critical moment, just pick up the tree around me and talk about it. 】

Bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

The footsteps heard by Mu Qing stopped for a few seconds, and then sounded again.

"This voice is very heavy, it sounds like it should be a big guy."

"Listening to the sound, it didn't come this way, but went to the other direction of the Rat Villa."

After waiting for a while, there was no more sound.

Muqing got down from the tree, put the torch back on the ground, and patted the bark on his hands.

"Damn, why every time I come here, I just listen to it, and never meet face to face."

"Even if it runs a little bit, let me see what it is from a distance before leaving, that's fine."

This kind of light sounds loud and invisible, which makes Mu Qing feel like he is always being molested.

"Why did it run over there? It won't come all the time, right?"

"The newly set up trap has bait. I hope it can be attracted to it. If I can catch the one who ran past just now, it will definitely last for a long time."

Take out the spikes from the bamboo basket, jump under the trap and tie them one by one.

Take out the long bamboo strips again and restate them on top of the trap, pressing down the edges with some turf for reinforcement.

After finishing everything, Muqing took out the bamboo tube.

Open the stopper and go up to smell it.

"vomit!"

A burst of pungent sour smell frightened Mu Qing to throw down the bamboo tube together with the rotting meat in his hand.

Pat your chest with your hands to relieve the feeling of wanting to vomit from your stomach.

"Why can't I think about smelling it, really."

"Wild boars eat this kind of thing, what a ruthless pig."

"It's terrible, hurry up and leave."

A strange smell continued to waft from the trap, Mu Qing quickly cut off some branches from the side, and covered them on the frame supported by the branches.

Re-cover the trap with dry leaves to restore it to a very similar appearance.

He took the things and left without looking back.

Back to the river, took a handful of river water and washed his nose, Mu Qing didn't feel that strange smell at all.