Chapter seven hundred and fourteenth animal ferocious
The world is tilted, wise men and fools are drunk and awake, the present and the past are rising and falling. The swords and flowers are cold, sitting at night with a strong heart, it is a foreign country again. The wine is fragrant in the morning for nine days, and the good scenery is orange in the year. On Longshan Mountain, the west wind blows the trees and blows the frost on the hair on the temples.
——"Man Ting Fang·Nine Days in Guesthouse" Zhang Kejiu [Yuan Dynasty]
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Another month passed, another merciless beating, and the meat and water were hung higher, and "Yaksha" left again.
This is true every month for a whole year.
The "weak chicken" was beaten to the ground by "Yaksha" twelve times a year. The weapons used to beat her changed from jujube sticks, leather whips, and iron rods to maces.
Every time he was beaten down, the "weak chicken" struggled to stand up and grew stubbornly. Along with the growth of his body, there was also anger and hatred.
One year has made the "weak chicken" more tolerant, and her skills have rapidly improved, especially the attack technique. She has firmly mastered the killing movements on every mural and is familiar with it.
In the last month, "Yaksha" hung the dried meat and water bladders on the roof. After he left, the "weak chicken" rushed up the wall with a little tip, like a goshawk flapping its wings.
Grab the meat and spiral it down.
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After the winter solstice, "Yaksha" tied the "weak chicken" with a rope, led her to the deep mountains and old forests behind the stone house, and threw her into a deep ditch.
The deep ravine turned out to be a ravine washed out by snow water, and the walls were made of hard granite.
"Yaksha" ordered people to deepen the bottom of the ditch and use blue stones as a foundation to build a solid ground; he steepened the ditch walls and raised the edge of the ditch to make it difficult to climb; finally, he transformed this natural prison into a training ground.
The place for gladiators.
The deep ditch is seven to eight feet long and two feet wide. The deepest part is about twenty feet, and the shallowest part is about ten feet. The deep ditch is empty with only four walls, except for a thatched shack with a gable roof in the corner, which can provide shelter from the rain.
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The new environment made the "weak chicken" frantic and restless, climbing and jumping in the ditch, trying to jump out of the ditch. After an hour, the "weak chicken" was exhausted, and all attempts failed.
The night came quietly, the snow was flying, and the cold was biting. The "weak chicken" huddled in the thatched shed and stayed awake all night. His face was blue and purple because of the cold, and he made a trembling sound when his upper and lower teeth clattered against each other.
In the early morning of the next day, the clouds dispersed, the wind stopped and the snow stopped, and the sky was freezing. The "weak chicken" looked up at the blue sky the size of a palm and let out a desperate lament.
"Ouch..."
Along with the sigh of "weak chicken", waves of wolf howls came from above the deep ditch.
One after another, hungry wolves, with green eyes, clawed at the edge of the ditch with their front paws, stuck out their heads, sniffed deeply, and peeped at the "weak chickens" in the air.
The "weak chicken" panicked and started running involuntarily. At the bottom of the ditch, which was seven to eight feet long, she could run back and forth in the blink of an eye. After running for a while, the "weak chicken" realized that running was meaningless and would only waste energy, so she stopped.
Footsteps, be on full alert.
The alpha wolf pushed away from the pack, came to the edge of the ditch, overlooked the environment of the ditch, and stared at the "weak chicken" with eager eyes.
From the perspective of the alpha wolf, this deep ditch is a trap set by a hunter, and the "weak chicken" is the bait. Once in the ditch, there is no return, and there is no way to escape.
The alpha wolf howled loudly and led the pack away angrily.
After the wolves left, the "weak chicken" breathed a sigh of relief, but felt even more hungry. She desperately found that there was no hanging food here, only exposed rocks.
The "weak chicken" began to lick the snow to quench his thirst. Three days later, the "weak chicken" licked every piece of snow in the ditch.
In order to escape, the "weak chicken" began to dig hard at the ditch wall with his fingers, trying to dig out an escape passage.
Several hours passed, and the hands of the "weak chicken" were dripping with blood, but there was only a shallow depression on the ditch wall.
The night falls silently, and the "weak chicken" becomes alert.
A lone wolf with a broken leg limped to the top of the pit. Looking at the "weak chicken", it stretched out its long scarlet tongue and salivated.
A lone wolf that was exiled from the pack found it difficult to survive the cold winter. What's more, it had a broken leg and couldn't hunt even ordinary hares and deer. For several months, it could only survive by eating scavengers.
The fresh smell of the "weak chicken" attracted the lone wolf, and it lingered on the top of the pit for several hours, unable to bear to leave.
The weather is getting colder and colder, and food is getting harder and harder to find. If you miss this delicious meal, you may freeze to death in the wilderness soon.
The lone wolf finally made up his mind that even if he died at the bottom of the pit, he would still be a wolf that was full to death.
It jumped from the shallowest part of the ditch to the bottom of the ditch. It rolled several times on the ground to absorb the impact of falling.
The lone wolf shook his hair, raised his head, and was shocked to see the opponent in front of him. It was a pair of eyes that were blood red due to hunger, exactly like his own eyes.
The "weak chicken" bowed his waist, propped his limbs on the ground, and stared at the lone wolf motionless.
The lone wolf sucked his nose upwards, opened his bloody mouth, exposed his sharp fangs threateningly, and took a step forward.
The wolf has seen that the "weak chicken" is a thin person and is not afraid of her at all.
But the wolf didn't expect that the girl in front of him was hungrier and more ferocious than him.
Before the lone wolf could launch an attack, the "weak chicken" pounced at him with lightning speed.
The speed was so fast that even the "weak chicken" himself didn't react, and his hands had already clamped into the back of the wolf's neck, driving out ten bloody holes.
The lone wolf's dying struggle made "Weak Chicken" extremely excited. She leaned down, bit the lone wolf's throat, and drank the wolf's blood.
The smell of wolf blood is tangy to the nostrils, but it is extremely thirst-quenching.
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In this way, the "weak chicken" stayed in the deep ditch for a whole year. In the whole year, it did not eat a bite of carrion, but only the meat of wild beasts.
Some wild beasts are like lone wolves who jump into pits without choosing food; some wild beasts are deliberately released by "yaksha".
"Weak chickens" don't care about the source of their prey, they only care about fighting to the death.
The law of the jungle has always been like this, either be killed or eat meat.
"Weak chickens" have fought wild boars, leopards, lynxes, bears, and dazzling tigers. Of course, the most frequent fights are with wolves, including prairie wolves, jackals, and
There is a small pack of wolves.
She bites any beast that falls to the bottom of the ditch - wolf, leopard or bear. She kills it immediately and kills it with one blow. Sometimes she uses her teeth, sometimes she uses her claws.
Throughout the year, the "weak chickens" used their fingers as claws to dig at the ditch walls every day, hoping that one day they would dig out a tunnel and escape. However, the hard granite walls made progress slow.
The "weak chicken" is not discouraged, rain or shine, and perseveres.
Not only are her fingers strong, but her nails are getting stronger and stronger.
She dug out many shallow pits on the stone wall. Although she didn't get what she wanted, she sharpened her hands into two sharp claws. With the steel drill, she could scratch five claw marks on the stone wall by just stretching out it.
The sun and the moon change, spring passes and autumn comes, the severe cold and scorching heat, and the desperate fight turn the "weak chicken" into a ferocious beast.
She is as strong as a leopard, as powerful as a black bear, as fierce as a tiger, and as cunning as a wild wolf...
One day, "Yaksha" dropped a gibbon, which was probably the most agile beast that fell to the bottom of the ditch.
The gibbon broke free from the rope that tied it and ran away. After wandering around for a while, it found that it couldn't escape and started to climb.
Although the ditch wall was smooth and steep, the gibbon dug his hands into the shallow pits on the stone wall, and then moved up one pit at a time.
After climbing to the middle of the deep ditch, there were no more holes. The gibbon jumped back to the bottom of the ditch, removed a thigh bone from a black bear corpse, and climbed up again.
Arriving at the dilemma, the gibbon used the sharp tip of the black bear's thigh bone to continue digging into the stone wall, trying to dig a pit above it so that it could be easier to climb to the entrance of the ditch.
The "weak chicken" watched this scene with great interest and stopped attacking the gibbon, seemingly giving the gibbon a chance to escape.
A few days later, the "weak chicken" pounced and killed the gibbon. If she hadn't been too hungry, she might have waited until the gibbon carved a ladder for climbing.
Next, if you want to escape, you have to do it alone.