As a frequent visitor to the volcanic basin, Edward naturally knew what Hao Song was talking about.

Unlike the wetlands we have passed before, it is an exaggeration to say that the swamp inwards of the woods is a giant septic tank. The excrement of many animals and the carcasses of animals and plants provide abundant nutrients for a large number of decaying microorganisms, and the mild climate also doubles the efficiency of microorganisms here. But no matter how diligent the microbes are, they can't break down the disgusting stuff in the swamp.

And along with some decomposition work, a lot of ammonia and other gases are released, combined with other strange smells such as excrement, rotting corpses, rotten grass, etc., forming a stench that makes ordinary people dizzy when they smell it.

This smell is a nightmare for Hao Song, whose nervous system has been activated by more than 1% and whose sense of smell is nearly 20% stronger than that of ordinary people.

"Don't let your evolution become your weakness. What's the difference between this and a canine?" Edward's voice came softly from the "whale roar".

Hao Song covered his nose and said, The dog's nose is indeed sharp and fragile, but you are so far around the black I think my brother doesn't know?

Edward didn't care about Hao Song's complaints, and continued: "Use your heart, control your **, and reduce your smell acuity!

Hao Song realized that although Edward focused on the motor system and digestive system, he had reached the limit of human beings, and the degree of activation of his nervous system would inevitably be better than that of a novice who cultivated his mind. If he didn't know how to control his organs, he would have been smoked into bacon by the time he entered the wetland.

So Hao Song began to try to reduce his olfactory acuity. But because he didn't know exactly how to do it, "planning and acting" couldn't help, so he could only explore it by himself.

At first, Hao Song planned to directly control the olfactory cells to accomplish the purpose, but unfortunately this was like whack-a-mole, pressing down one and the other and getting up again, pressing down the gourd and scooping again. After half a minute of busy work, Hao Song still felt that the stench was unbearable.

At this time, he thought of a good way to draw wages from the bottom of the kettle, directly reducing the blood flow in the nose and greatly reducing the energy supply. As soon as this trick came out, it really worked wonders, and the sense of smell immediately became dull. Due to the lack of energy, the highly active olfactory cells began to work negatively, but they didn't know that this was what Hao Song wanted.

Edward saw Hao Song's happy face, knowing that this product had been done, and seeing that only a few minutes had passed, Edward couldn't help but sigh. At first, it took me a few hours to think of a way and then reluctantly do it. Although there are also reasons why the anger is not suitable for fine work, the abilities and specialties of each person are also obvious.

Then, Hao Song, who had no worries, took down the "Blizzard" crossbow behind him, tore off a blade of grass to observe its free fall, and silently recited the easterly wind, with a wind speed of 1.2 meters per second, facing the wind direction, and there was no need to correct it. Then put the crossbow bolt on well, wind, aim, free fall correction, and loosen the string in one go!

With a soft thud, a swamp deer was hit sideways by the arrow without reacting, staggering a few steps before falling. The deer fled in panic and disappeared in a few seconds under the cover of aquatic weeds.

Hao Song's face was pale, and he ran forward excitedly, and found that the swamp deer was still breathing, and he was a little dumbfounded. Strictly speaking, this is Hao Song's first time killing, and the main cause of the thunderlark's death last time was Su Rui's stab, and Hao Song, who was in excitement, didn't have time to play emotionally.

This time it's different. Shoot at a distance, the confusion caused by the killing will not be very strong. However, now a fresh life is slowly disappearing before my eyes, and the culprit is himself. This strange and unsettling guilt is as creepy as the wind blowing through a window at night, and like the crow of a deserted cemetery, it shudders.

Hao Song frowned, tilting his head slightly not to look at the swamp deer's eyes. He didn't know what he was hiding, he just felt unable to face the victim's gaze.

At this moment, Edward's serious voice came from the earphones: "Don't turn your head! Look it in the eye! Make up for it one last time! Isn't it fun to let your prey die desperately in front of you? Your hunt is for survival! It's different from the cruel killing for the sake of killing!"

Hao Song's heart trembled when he heard this, and he reluctantly turned his head and looked at the dying swamp deer. I thought that there would be hatred, prayer, despair, fear, and the so-called attachment to life in this sight. However, all he saw was a calm gaze, perhaps knowing that there would be such a day, or perhaps an animal that did not have much emotion.

In short, the swamp deer whose lungs had been pierced and the wound was bleeding was just staring at Hao Song with a calm gaze while breathing hard. However, such an emotionless gaze also gave the rookie hunter a lot of room for imagination, and Hao Song's thoughts almost flew in this gaze.

But he quickly adjusted, took a deep breath, bowed down to the deer, which was completely incapacitated, and whispered, "In order to survive, please forgive me for making you suffer so much pain, it is my mistake. I'm sorry, rest in peace!" he gritted his teeth and sliced off its trachea with a shovel, splattering blood everywhere, and the swamp deer died after a few twitches.

Hao Song had a string of splattered deer blood on his face, but he just stared at the lifeless eyes of the swamp deer. Edward Miero also knew that the first deliberate killing required a lot of psychological construction, and did not speak out again.

Two minutes later, Hao Song let out a long breath, squatted down and silently closed the swamp deer's eyes, and his gentle movements were like treating his lover. Then, like a butcher, he wielded a sapper shovel to cut and dispose of the corpse. There is a sketch of the body structure of the deer in his mind, and under the guidance of his heart, Hao Song's movements are like that of a cow.

He cut out the best quality lamb chops with loin and ribs and covered them in plastic wrap. Then he took out the heart of the deer, hesitated for a moment, and then squeezed out and drank the hot blood from it. The rich smell of blood filled Hao Song's palate with a strange smell of deer, forcing himself to drink this great tonic deer blood, and suppressed the urge to vomit.

He looked at Lu Xin and shook his head, then wrapped it up and put it in his backpack. Then he cut out a section of the deer's spine, tried the taste of the spinal cord, and then frowned and complained: "Damn! This thing tastes like a thick cold snot!"

Edward asked aloud, "You don't want deer legs, do you?"

Edward fixed the camera to his shoulder, stepped forward and violently severed the deer's leg with a shovel. Then he wrapped three of them in plastic wrap and put them in his backpack, then took out his night card and began to peel the fourth deer leg.

Hao Song looked at the corner of his eyes twitching, turned his head and began to think about the problem of cooking food. He carried a powerful fire agent, and as long as he mixed two packets of chemical agents together, it would immediately produce a hot and hot flame, which should be able to start a fire in a relatively dry place. But this is the only one, so it's best to gather enough meat and bake it all at once.

There is a second option, in the central valley of the swamp is a sparse area of hot springs, where hot water can be found at a sufficient temperature to cook meat, only now far from the center of the basin.

Hao Song originally planned to follow Edward's advice and keep the fried chicken for later to eat, first filling his hunger with a deer heart that can be eaten directly. It's a pity that he is neither Bei Ye nor Edward, a pervert, and he really can't eat raw meat. A mouthful of deer blood and spinal cord was already his limit. I had no choice but to take out a fried chicken and eat it.

Edward, on the other hand, was calmly eating slices of sliced venison, and was about to kill the front leg of a deer. Seeing Hao Song take out the fried chicken, the thing shrugged and said, "If you don't have this reserve, you have to obediently gnaw on the heart of the deer, that thing is quite powerful! Oh! and deer eyes!"

Hao Song's mood at the moment when he was eating fried chicken had improved, and he complained: "You are talking about the favorite of the Arctic Nenets people! In the words of Bei Ye, oh ~ Hell! They should keep this delicacy for themselves!"

Edward gave Hao Song a middle finger, then threw down the deer leg after eating, and turned his back to Hao Song to face the deer corpse and didn't know what to do. Anyway, the bloodshot on the corner of his mouth after he turned around showed that this thing had eaten something behind Hao Song's back.

The cowardly glanced at the deer corpse, and sighed in his heart that he was completely dead and blinded, and his eyes were eaten by Edward, the old glutton. His gaze swept over the mutilated body of the deer. I remember this deer is male? He looked at it carefully, and after confirming it again, he complained with a painful face: "I'll wipe it! The eggs have been eaten by you! Is this the rhythm of the reproductive system to evolve? Hey, just take the whip away, big brother!

Edward Mierro actually replied with a disdainful face: "I don't eat such dirty things, and my body doesn't need aphrodisiac!" said and made a bodybuilder's movement.

Hao Song still didn't let him go, and continued to mend the knife: "You opium ghost skinny monkey still dare to raise your figure, hey! You don't need aphrodisiac because you don't have a girlfriend at all!"

Edward actually said calmly: "My figure is because of the excessive energy consumption every day, and it is impossible to store fat. As for troublesome creatures like women, forget it."

Hao Song covered his face with one hand, moved a few steps away and pointed at Edward, "Sure enough, there is no problem with saying that you are a rabbit! Men are your favorite seniors! Avril Come and persuade your brother, hey!"

"Hmph! You see, it's just the two of us in the wilderness right now! If you talk nonsense, you won't know why your ass hurts tomorrow morning!"

"Big brother, I was wrong, please let my chrysanthemum go"

"Brother, what are you talking about!Grexiu is not allowed to complain about my brother anymore!You two are enough!There are three girls here!" Avril's unbearable voice suddenly came from the earphones.

"Avril don't interrupt, I'd like to hear if there are any strange noises at night!" said Catherine.

"You're enough!" said the other three.

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Under the starry sky and the moonlight, the two guys in the swamp walked one after the other, towards the woods on a slightly higher level.

"To survive in the wilderness, you have to put aside all preconceptions and not leave anything to eat!" - Bell Grylls