Wang Yang glanced at the gloomy sky and knew that the snow couldn't stop at all, so he didn't think about it, so he took everyone out to set a trap.

He walked in such a hurry that he did not feed the small animals.

After setting the trap, he returned to the cave.

He felt like a rechargeable battery, and as soon as he got out of the cave, he started to use energy, and after a while, he felt that he was running low on energy and went back to recharge.

He fed the rabbits the last bit of hay, and the other critters were omnivorous, so they fed some minced meat.

Half an hour later, he went to harvest the prey, and this time there were many prey, and he caught three.

He set the trap, and after another half an hour, this time he harvested four.

He was overjoyed, and if he continued to harvest like this, he was afraid that he would have nothing to eat?

But by the third time, he returned empty-handed, and he didn't catch any of them.

wiped his face, swept away the depressed feeling, life is unsatisfactory nine times out of ten, and there is nothing empty-handed at a time.

After catching it a few more times, everyone barely ate half full, and served it as breakfast and lunch.

In the afternoon, Wang Yang went out again and again and came back, he had no choice, and the heavy snow sealed the "big mountain" where the prey was captured.

By this time, it was almost evening, and the light was starting to dim.

Wang Yang went out and retrieved the barrel, frowning, looking unhappy.

He did the math, and went out five times in the afternoon, and harvested a little more than twelve.

These are their dinners.

Wang Yang wiped his face and felt very embarrassed, such a little food. If you give it to those small animals, you can consume it in a day. Not to mention the apes who eat more.

They were half-full at noon, and they ate two meals in one. I was so hungry that I set my eyes on the small animals I raised, and my eyes often wandered on them.

Wang Yang could see it, but he didn't speak, and the silence remained.

Breeding is just for the occasional need, and it has not yet developed, so it is a pity to consume it.

Besides, the critters have no food to feed them today, and they are starving.

"Smack~Slap~"

The dry wood crackled and crackled in the heat, and the adults began to unravel their prey and barbecue. They don't waste a little bit of it, they don't waste the blood of the animals, they drink it when it's still liquid, they don't wash it off when it's solidified, they eat it with the meat.

Wang Yang also did not advise them to wash it off, blood is also a very nutritious thing.

The meat was roasted for a while, and Xiaohong handed him a piece of meat, and he took it, his stomach growling. But he couldn't eat anything, so he gave it to his little friend who was sitting next to him.

Seeing that he didn't eat it, Xiaohong took another piece of meat to him, and he gave it to Li Si.

Xiaohong also gave him a piece. He gave it to Zhang San again.

In the end, after these were eaten, everyone was not full, and Wang Yang did not eat a bite.

The Exorcists didn't eat much. There wasn't enough food, and he wanted to kill some small animals to eat. He held the stone knife in his hand, but he didn't move when he saw Wang Yang. I was hesitant to move.

The others did the same, looking at him while peeking at the critters.

Those eyes fell on Wang Yang's body, he lowered his head, did not look at them, but could feel it clearly.

Suddenly, he stood up and thought to himself: "If the animal is gone, you can raise it again, and if the person is gone, it will be completely gone, eat!" ”

He lifted the stone knife with red eyes and walked towards the rat nest, the rats are the most numerous, they reproduce the fastest, eat some and they will be replenished soon, eat them first!

There are two rat nests, one is the outer room, where the newborn and the mother are located, and the other is deep in the cave.

Most of them are adult mice, large and cat-like.

When Wang Yang came here, he set his eyes on the oldest male mouse, which was the mouse that Wang Yang caught for the first time, and he had lived here for a year and was very familiar with the depths of the cave.

Its body is very large, it is well fed and dressed and does not move, it has gained a lot of weight, and it is round like a small ball.

Seeing Wang Yang stretching out his hand to dodge at all, he stepped forward, smelled his fingertips, and screamed twice.

After a year of long-term feeding, it has decided that Wang Yang has no threat, and he still sends food to himself every day, and it is difficult not to get close.

Wang Yang looked at it so flattering and well-behaved, thinking that it was very peaceful and not noisy at all, and his outstretched right hand stopped in the air and could not be held.

He stretched out his hand back, turned his head to look, and saw that the pair of eyes were looking at him, slightly silent, and walked towards the other male mice, with a cold light in his eyes, he stretched out his hand like electricity, and the moment he grabbed it, the stone knife slashed down hard.

"Tsk~"

Blood splattered onto Wang Yang's face and onto the little guy's broken wood.

The little guy stood on Wang Yang's shoulder, and when he heard his companion let out a sharp scream, he didn't have any panic or fear, but licked off the bloodstained place first.

It has seen many killings, and it has seen countless times during this time, and many animals will die in front of its eyes in one day, and it has no feelings, and it is accustomed to all this.

Maybe it's really like Wang Yang thinks, the little guy shouldn't be a rat himself.

When the other rats heard their companion's desperate cry, they immediately fell into a panic, jumping up and down, inexplicably afraid.

Wang Yang cleanly killed a few in a row, and then slashed the butcher knife at the civet cat.

For a while, everyone's temporary food problem was solved.

Wang Yang leaned against the rock wall, eating meat, and the little guy was next to his head, quietly gnawing on the wooden blocks, and little by little sawdust fell to Wang Yang's shoulders and chest.

The wind blew sawdust into Wang Yang's nose and sneezed.

Turning his head to look at the little one, he suddenly thought that he had been hungry for a day, but he had been quietly gnawing on the wood, and he didn't take the initiative to eat, just looked at the oil-stained meat.

Wang Yang hesitated for a moment, tore a little to it, it quickly threw away the wood, took it, and ate it wildly.

After eating it for a while, he stared at Wang Yang's meat again.

Wang Yang didn't give it any more, but sighed at it: "Can you understand why you can't eat more meat?" Because I don't have enough to eat. ”

Wang Yang pointed to its belly, then to his own stomach, ate the meat in three or two strokes, and then picked up the wooden pieces and stuffed them into the little one.

In the middle of the night, the snow became lighter.

Wang Yang stood at the mouth of the cave, listening to the cold wind that was still blowing into the canyon, surrounded by an ethereal sound of "whining", the sound of ghosts crying wolves, extremely terrifying.

It often stays for a few seconds and then slowly drifts away, leaving behind a long tail note.

The moon still hasn't come out, the sky and the earth are pitch black, and the faint light emitted by the flames seems to be swallowed up little by little, sucked into the black hole.

Even Wang Yang felt that there was a mysterious force pushing him towards the darkness.

He walked to the clearing, felt the snow getting lighter, and only hoped that the next day the snow would be lighter, and it was better to stop. (To be continued......)