Chapter 33 (1/2)

Chapter 33 Pursuit

Clenching the spear tightly in his right hand, Chang had the urge to hunt as if he was a cheetah hiding behind the gra.s.s. He was waiting quietly and patiently until the moment his prey lowered its guard.

This time he was lucky that he only had been lurking in the bushes for a while before he found a good opportunity – two wolfhounds were playing around and they both turned away, exposing their backs and black thick tails to Chang.

“A good hunter knows how to lurk, but what he knows better is to seize every fleeting opportunity he has to attack.”

In this moment, Qing shui’s words flashed across Chang’s mind; without any hesitation, he took advantage of this perfect opportunity and carefully and swiftly moved forward towards his prey, and then shouted. He pushed off his legs like a hound to reach his greatest speed.

“Hah!” The wolfhounds were startled by the aggressive roar and turned to Chang at the same time with their tails tucked between their legs. Surprisingly, they didn’t run away – it was a natural response for animals. They were shocked and frozen by the sudden threat.

The shout also granted Chang a perfect chance. Jumping up high widened his vision, so he chose the stout wolfhound and pierced through it with his spear from top to bottom.

This action made a m.u.f.fled sound; it was an attack with all his strength, so the spear poked through its skin and penetrated its organs and finally broke through the skin on the other side of its stomach. The wolfhound was firmly nailed to the ground as the tip of the spear deeply thrust into the ground.

“WOOOO!!” The wolfhound screeched and instinctively began to struggle furiously. Despite blood spurting from its mouth, it still tried to bite Chang’s ankle.

This kind of desperate struggle was part of an animal’s natural instinct. Chang immediately jumped back and left the wounded wolfhound where it was. Chang took out the scalpels from his back pocket and turned to the other wolfhound.

“Arf! Arf!” The unwounded wolfhound didn’t go away as it saw Chang back off. It didn’t attack Chang either, but it barked loudly as if that threatening tone would scare Chang away.

However, Chang wasn’t affected by its barking as he knew he could hunt this wolfhound too. His fingers rubbed on the handle as he was figuring out a safe way to capture the weaker wolfhound.

As if the wolfhound knew what Chang was thinking, it made a quick glance at its companion and fled after a few long threatening barks. Chang was surprised that it abandoned its partner, which meant that this probably wasn’t the dog’s habitat. However, the hunger stopped him from thinking further. Even if he was able to kill the other one, the extra meat would easily rot in this hot weather and with the evolving bacteria. It would only take two or three hours for the meat to rot.

The wolfhound he got weighed about 100 pounds; it was absolutely more than enough for the five of them.

Therefore, Chang was delighted from the bottom of his heart. The desire for meat had temporarily occupied his mind. He walked up to the wolfhound that was nailed to the ground and impatiently stabbed the dog with his scalpel into its neck.

One, two… after 30 seconds, the dog died from excessive blood loss; the blood spurted out from its artery and coated Chang’s sleeve.

After he finished that, Qing shui, with Jing on his back, rushed to the scene.

“Jing just told me that a living being, which wasn’t you left her perception range; with the signal of the other organism suddenly disappearing, I knew you succeeded.” Qing shui put down Jing and took out a giant garbage bag from his backpack. He then took Chang’s scalpel and said, “Give me your scalpel, I’ll dissect this beast. You can put the meat in the plastic bag, and be careful not to get more blood on your body.”

“Okay.” Chang opened the garbage bag and looked at how Qing shui skillfully dismembered the wolfhound into chunks of flesh. The whole process was short, and what was even more amazing was that the way he cut the wolfhound kept the blood from oozing.

“Bag them quickly; the smell of blood is too strong and I’m afraid that it will attract danger.” Qing shui wiped off the sweat on his forehead by lightly pressed his sleeve on it.