Chapter 137 – The Mountain (1/2)

Translated by Sunyancai

Shao Xuan brought some dry meat with him, but Chacha prefered fresh meat more.

Catching enough prey to settle his stomach, Chacha once again flew with Shao Xuan.

Occasionally, a large bird would fly over this area, and while it fought with Chacha, Shao Xuan almost fell down several times.

If Chacha had been bigger, Shao Xuan could have stood on his back, but at this moment, Chacha was a little bit small.

Shao Xuan swerved around to escape the pecking of an awl-like beak. He clutched Chacha’s claws with one hand and with the other, quickly took out the stone needles that had been prepared from the skin bag tied around his waist to attack the birds flying towards him.

The stone needles that had absorbed the special grass juice had a strong paralysing effect. Shao Xuan specifically aimed at the body parts which their heavy feathers didn’t completely cover. As long as the needle could penetrate through the bird’s skin, the juice would take effect and deter them away.

The birds that had attacked Shao Xuan felt dizzy after being shot. Disoriented, they slowed down. But now, this one was probably not as strong, so when it was shot on the neck, it flew up and down and then suddenly fell down. The moment it couldn’t flap its wings to stop falling down, it hit an arched bridge of thorn branches.

Bang!

The violent impact made the already dizzy bird become even dizzier.

Furthermore, the tough thorns on the branches caused not a small amount of feathers to rip off.

After being hit with the needles and crashing into the “bridge”, the bird had been scratched by the tough thorns.

Blood flowed freely from the wounds of the bird.

From within the thorns, creatures catching the scent of blood grew excited as they agilely weaved through the thorns to chase the scent.

In the air, Shao Xuan looked down and found shadows, from every direction, rapidly dashing through the thorns flocking to the struggling birds.

The creatures quickly surrounded the bird.

These creatures looked like monkeys, and the color of their fur was similar to that of the thorns. Most of them were as big as the two fists of an adult warrior and they were very nimble, not even dropping speed as they wove through the thorns.

This group of monkeys living in the thorns rushed towards the bird to bite it.

Suddenly, Shao Xuan found a mist of blood rise up from that place.

Splashes of blood sprinkled on the surrounding thorns. When the blood dries up, it will probably share the same color as the thorns.

A feather after another floated in the blood mist, and slowly fell down.

Shao Xuan and Chacha looked down and shivered with fear. It seemed that they were imagining what they might have encountered if they had fallen down. Chacha flapped his wings, hoping to fly out of this place quickly.

“Don’t loosen your claws, buddy. If you do so, I will absolutely kick the bucket.” Shao Xuan gently patted his claws.

A cry resounded.

Chacha seemed to agree as he sped up and flew towards the distant mountain.

On the way they encountered a few birds again, but fortunately, in spite of some danger, they finally flew past the thorns region.

At dusk, they landed in a tree, and both released a long sigh and felt relieved.

No wonder the ancestors stayed away from the “Severing Land”. In addition to those tall, thick and sharp thorns, those monkeys would be able to quickly eat up a person. Even a senior totem warrior could not defeat such a great number of animals. Maybe there were other animals living in the thorns that hadn’t been found by Shao Xuan from the air.

“You take a rest first, I will keep watch.” Shao Xuan whispered to Chacha as he patted him.

When they flew past the thorns region, they arrived at a mountain similar to their hunting areas, but Shao Xuan still kept vigilant.

The night fell quietly.

Shao Xuan did not find a cave nearby, so he looked for a place in a tree and made some camouflage in the surrounding area with some branches. He also set up small traps, and sprinkled a powder that he brought with him. He planned to stay here for the night.

The sounds in the woods told Shao Xuan this place was the same as their hunting area.

He listened carefully and found sounds of different creatures mixing to form a unique sound with regional characteristics. So, as long as he listened to the sounds, he could make a preliminary judgment.

Shao Xuan carefully identified the sounds.

No, it was different.

The active creatures at night were very different from those in their hunting area.

So he had to be more careful, and could not apply the knowledge from their hunting area to make a judgement.

At midnight, Shao Xuan was awakened by the rustle of leaves. To stay vigilant, it was impossible for him to have a sound sleep. He had developed a habit of resting while keeping wary, so a little abnormal sound could wake him up.

When he listened carefully, he heard a sound like the wind blowing the branches with leaves. It seemed that the leaves were rustling.

But in fact, at this time, there was no wind.