To solve the immediate problem, we must first find out what kind of animal lives in the cave, and only by knowing what the opponent is, can we find direct and effective means to kill it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoWhether it's a rat or a weasel, Liu Zixuan is completely sure that he will kill it.

Liu Zixuan first found a handful of dry fine soil from the surrounding area, evenly spread it on the fresh floating soil outside the cave entrance, and then grabbed a handful of paper ash from the grave and carefully sprinkled it on the fine soil, so that a simple mechanism was made, as long as the wild things inside passed through the hole, it would definitely leave a string of toe prints on the fine soil and paper ash, whether it was a mouse or a weasel's toe prints, Liu Zixuan had already known it well. Once you have the evidence of the toe marks, you can determine what kind of evil it is.

After simply setting up an ambush, Liu Zixuan confidently left the cemetery platform, all he had to do now was to go back and sleep well, and wait for tomorrow morning to see the signs.

As soon as he returned to the rabbit gang, Liu Zixuan entered the east wing and picked up his father's portrait. Looking at the portrait, two lines of tears welled up in his eyes - could it be that relatives separated by yin and yang can really communicate with each other through some visions? At this moment, the thoughts of the two deceased old men flooded his heart like a tidal wave.

Liu Zixuan was looking at the portrait, and Gu Nanyan walked up to him and asked if there was something wrong with the old man's grave. Liu Zixuan wiped his tears and said vaguely: "It's okay, I have already burned paper money in front of the grave, don't worry." ”

Seeing that Liu Zixuan was sad, Gu Nanyan didn't ask any more. In these days, Gu Nanyan has long been aware of Liu Zixuan's abnormality, but she is a cautious person, and she has never asked much about what Liu Zixuan does not want to say.

In the early morning of the next day, Liu Zixuan got up early, and before Gu Nanyan prepared breakfast, he went up to the west slope of Niutoupo alone.

Stepping onto the cemetery platform, Liu Zixuan walked to the hole on the east side of the tomb to check. Seeing the layer of fine soil paper ash he sprinkled yesterday, Liu Zixuan couldn't help but grit his teeth - although the paper ash had been wet with dew and turned black, there were still two rows of toe marks left on it, and the two strings of paw prints that came out and went in were easy to distinguish, this kind of five-petal plum blossom-shaped animal toe prints were very familiar to Liu Zixuan, no doubt that this was the unique imprint left by the weasel, and it was ironclad evidence that the culprit in the cave could not be hidden!

What Liu Zixuan never expected was that the weasel, who has always been known for his intelligence and alertness, actually made such a stupid mistake, and arrogantly chose a new grave to be used as a cave, which was obviously treating his life as child's play! Liu Zixuan calculated in his heart, it seems that there have been no hunters to hunt them for more than three years, and the weasel really regards this mountain forest as a paradise, and he has become more and more bold to the point of becoming more and more unscrupulous.

Knowing that there was a weasel living in the cave, Liu Zixuan was once again angered by the evil behavior of this animal - a hunter who hunted weasels for a living before his death, but after his death, he was dug up by a weasel! Isn't that a great irony? The wild creatures in this forest are really getting more and more hateful, and if this continues, will even mountain mice and hares come to dig graves and make nests?

After finding out the details of the other party, Liu Zixuan left the cemetery platform angrily and returned to Rabbit Gang. In the process of following his father into the mountains for many years, he has already mastered the various methods of hunting and killing the weasel, and it is only a matter of time before he kills this weasel.

Back on the rabbit hill, Gu Nanyan had already stopped preparing breakfast. Hastily filled his stomach, Liu Zixuan pushed open the door of the east wing again, what he wanted was looking for a tool that his father often used during his lifetime - the yellow wolf bow, which is a tailor-made killing tool for weasels, inconvenient, lightweight, portable and simple to operate, and the weasel will not hurt the fur, using it to catch the weasel is the most common and easiest means. In previous winters, as long as Zixuan's father brought this tool into the forest, he would be able to bring a few weasels home the next day. Although it is not yet winter, in Liu Zixuan's opinion, the weasel's behavior is tantamount to violating the rules of heaven, if he can't be put to death as soon as possible, he will have no shame to face his parents under Jiuquan! Those who are furious, where do they care about its unwritten hunting rules?

After some careful selection, Liu Zixuan took a delicately shaped and explosive bow clip out of the east wing, first replaced the hemp rope connecting the bow clamp base and the thimble root, and then carefully polished the tip of the thimble on the pedal, and finally broke the tiger's mouth and tried the sensitivity, and then put this almost perfect yellow wolf bow aside, waiting for the time to come. This time, in addition to anger, Liu Zixuan's heart also had some impulse to try, you know, this is the first time he has hunted alone in the real sense!

At dusk, Liu Zixuan walked to his father's grave again with the carefully selected yellow wolf bow and a small shovel that was in his hand.

Stepping on the platform of the cemetery in the dreary twilight, Liu Zixuan confirmed the plum blossom-shaped toe prints in front of him, and secretly said to the weasel in the cave in his heart: This is the last trace you left in this world, I will come here tomorrow morning to collect your corpse!

Liu Zixuan chose a good location not far from the entrance of the cave, took out a small shovel, dug up the soil on the road that the weasel must pass, and soon, a circular shallow pit half a finger deep was completed. Then he took out the yellow wolf bow, carefully broke the tiger's mouth of the bow clamp, and then lightly pressed the thimble through the tiger's mouth, and then lifted the pedal slightly, and pressed the top of the thimble to the pedal accurately - at this time, this life-seeking tool designed for the weasel is like a hungry mouth ready to close at any time, as long as the weasel steps on the pedal while walking, the tiger's mouth will instantly bite and clamp it. After meticulously completing a series of movements, Liu Zixuan put the bow clamp into the circular shallow pit on the ground, and then camouflaged the mechanism with fine soil and soft grass...... All the preparations had been made, and his instinct told him that if he came back here tomorrow morning, he would definitely see the captured weasel. Today, the weasel in the forest has not been hunted for more than three years, and all kinds of bold actions are enough to show that the long-term comfort has long made them unprepared for the crisis, and this sudden appearance of the wolf bow can take advantage of the weasel's negligence, as long as the guy in this hole touches the mechanism in the hurry, it will definitely be clamped, and by that time, it will be too late to let it struggle and regret it......

In the twilight, Liu Zixuan took sonorous steps and left the cemetery platform with confidence.

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The next morning, the two of them on the rabbit hill got up earlier than usual, the day was not completely bright, Gu Nanyan had already prepared breakfast, she had planned a few days ago, to go back to her parents' house on this day, since the two got married, this was the first time she went back to visit the two old people. After breakfast, as soon as he lost his job, Liu Zixuan set off to see the yellow wolf bow he buried last night.

The forest in the early morning was silent, and the air was filled with the fresh smell of dewdrops, Liu Zixuan cleared the mist and walked towards the cemetery, his heart full of anticipation. Today, there was about to be a break between him and the daring weasel, and in his mind, the scene of the weasel's capture had already been sketched over and over again - it was either caught in one leg, or half of its body was clamped, and after struggling to turn over but in vain, it could only open its round eyes the size of soybeans and ask for help, and its eyes must have been full of fear and despair...... And these are exactly what Liu Zixuan wants to see the most, such a result is also the price that a weasel digging a hole in the hunter's grave should pay!

As the distance got closer, Liu Zixuan's steps became more and more majestic, and he seemed to have smelled the peculiar smell of weasels...... Like an experienced hunter, Liu Zixuan was calm and calm, and his face was full of reserve.

However, contrary to his wishes, when the young Liu Zixuan stepped on the cemetery platform again with confident steps, he was immediately poured a basin of cold water on his head, and that rather smug expression was frozen on his face before it could completely disappear. In front of him, the yellow wolf bow buried last night had exploded, and it was lying on a bush of grass one step southeast of the cave entrance, and there was a dead tree branch with the thickness of a small arm and thumb in the tiger's mouth, and on the ground at the cave entrance on the east side of the tomb, there were two more rows of five-petaled plum blossoms!

(To be continued)