The mole's method of dealing with the barrel trap made Wang Yang very depressed, not knowing whether to move or not.

At this moment, he missed the existence of the rope very much. If there was a rope tied to the branch, he would just pull it gently and the barrel would come down.

It's a pity that he has a leather strap but no rope.

Leather strips are not the tough leather strips of modern times, but the animal fur is dried and cut into strips.

Because this kind of leather strip cannot be processed, it is hard and brittle, so it can only be used as an elastic belt, and it cannot bear the strength and is very easy to break. Don't even think about knotting it. Even if you fold it in half, it will break easily.

You can only wrap it in a circle, around your waist, or around your legs, and then nail the two-centimeter wooden spikes prepared in advance to use it as a belt, or to fix yourself when resting on a tree.

Of course, with the rope, there is no need for low-level traps like wooden barrels, and more advanced traps can be made.

By then, safely capturing large animals will no longer be a fantasy.

But where did the rope come from now?

Just when Wang Yang was at a loss to do anything, a small accident happened.

A lynx popped up out of nowhere, staring at the mole with a faint gaze, and paying careful attention to Wang Yang.

As if smelling the scent of lynx, the mole immediately jumped up, trembling with its claws, and the wooden barrel trembled, causing the supporting branches to lose their balance, and there was a clang, shrouding it in darkness.

Wang Yang looked at the lynx and swallowed. His mouth felt dry and he was extremely confused.

Animals such as lynx are very difficult to mess with. They are equivalent to cats several times larger. The most recognizable part of their appearance is that their ears stand up very high, and there are two tufts of pointed hair growing on the top of the ears.

They possess extremely powerful single-target hunting capabilities and like to live alone. Like wandering poets, they can play a beautiful music of death wherever they go.

Climbing trees, swimming, everything is a breeze.

The size of this lynx is roughly estimated at 70 kilograms, with a body length of about one meter and a height of about 80 centimeters. It is a typical adult individual.

Just talking about numbers, you may not be able to imagine what the concept is. To put it simply, he is a top seeded player who is shorter than Wang Yang, slightly lighter in weight, and faster than Wang Yang.

When Wang Yang faced it, it could be said that there was more misfortune than good.

It can't run. Not only is it fast, but its endurance is frightening. It's so hungry that it can run more than ten kilometers in one breath. It would be a shame not to participate in a marathon.

Suddenly, this powerful enemy who coveted his prey appeared, and Wang Yang felt contempt for the Sabertooth beast in his heart.

"This is your territory as promised, why did you let the lynx come in?"

Wang Yang was not sure if this lynx was the one that ate his wild boar last time. It was not a good thing anyway.

Narrowing his eyes, Wang Yang observed carefully.

The lynx was on Wang Yang's left, twenty meters away from the barrel. The pointed hairs on its ears were trembling slightly, and its slender black eyes were extremely deep. It stood among the bushes, its gaze unwavering.

The mole in the barrel was in great panic. It felt two nearby threats, but it couldn't see them. It was surrounded by thick walls. It couldn't reach the top even if it jumped. It could only try its best to move one by one, one by one.

Move the barrel a little bit.

Seeing that the lynx didn't move, Wang Yang couldn't help but quickly calculate the gap between himself and the opponent.

Although I am not fully developed today, my agility and speed are not inferior to those of adults. If compared with modern people, most modern people are definitely not as fast as me.

I am also a good runner myself.

Now if I rush down by myself, I can definitely kill the mole a few times when the lynx rushes forward, and then face the lynx again.

Relying on a spear in one hand and a bone spur in the other, it has a certain degree of defense and will not be too overwhelmed, and there is a chance to take away the prey.

Moreover, judging from the current cautious and hesitant appearance of the lynx, I am afraid that they are not sure whether they should take action. You must know that they may be hungry for several days, and not eating is nothing.

Calculating this way, I not only have a certain upper hand psychologically, but also situationally.

Although lynxes can also climb trees, as long as they are on their own and the length of the wooden spear is sufficient, they can sit back and relax.

Thinking of this, without saying a word, Wang Yang jumped down from the tree with a wooden spear in one hand and a bone spur in the other, and rushed towards the barrel quickly.

He figured out that he could never sit back and wait for death. He could not let what happened last time when food was taken away happen again. He had to take the initiative.

He ran to the barrel, held down the barrel, opened a small gap, and stabbed the inside with bone spurs.

Following his movements, the mole struggled crazily in the barrel, making the barrel rattle loudly with "dong dong dong".

After a dozen times, he stopped moving and the barrel made no sound.

During the whole process, he kept looking straight ahead, staring closely at the lynx.

The lynx stood in the bushes, its black and yellow stripes serving as a good concealment, as it had not made a sound since its appearance.

Its eyes were deep and motionless.

Wang Yang did not dare to act rashly, so he put away the bone spurs and pinned them on his waist. At the same time, he took out the stone awl and prepared to climb up the tree quickly.

After a stalemate for about three or four minutes, Wang Yang felt that it was no longer necessary to look at him lovingly, so he opened the barrel and tried to catch the dead mole.

Who would have thought that at this moment, the mole would come back to life, speed up, and run towards the lynx.

"Holy crap! They're all actors!"

Wang Yang had no intention of complaining about the intelligence of animals in this era. They seemed to be pretending to be dead. The moment he saw the lynx jumped up and pounced on the mole.

He roared almost as a reflex, picked up his wooden spear and charged forward.

When the mole saw that he was rushing in the wrong direction, he immediately turned around and ran to the right.

The lynx naturally ran after it.

Not to mention Wang Yang, he is still three meters away from the mole and ten meters away from the lynx, so he may not have much time.

Thinking of this, he accelerated again and stabbed forward with the spear in his hand.

"Puch!"

The blow was perfect and impaled the mole.

But this time he succeeded, Wang Yang was distracted for half a second.

In this half second, the situation suddenly changed.

The lynx had not used all its speed. After Wang Yang succeeded in attacking, its speed suddenly tripled. In the blink of an eye, it jumped into the air and rushed towards Wang Yang.

"Meow~!"

The lynx finally made its first sound, and the sound was as low as thunder. At first glance, one thought it was an old cat with a bad cold who had lost his love, and it was so desolate.

It jumped in the air, its deep eyes finally had a glint of light, its face was ferocious, and there was a faint element of pride in it.

Only then did Wang Yang fully understand that it turned out that the lynx was not interested in the mole, but in himself! He had always regarded himself as a target, until the moment he hunted the mole, a flaw was revealed.

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