Survival Master of Wilderness Live

Chapter 372 The Love of Life

When the Burmese python was caught by the small tree, Chen Hu swung his knife with both hands one after another, slashing at the body of the Burmese python, the skin was torn apart, and the blade was instantly stained red with blood.

If you observe carefully, you will find that the position where Chen Hu dropped the knife happened to be the seven-inch part of the Burmese python. The so-called hitting a snake and hitting the seven-inch is because the seven-inch is the heart of snakes and reptiles.

Then the question arises, this Burmese python is seven or eight meters long, where is seven inches?

In fact, the identification method is very simple. You can regard the snake as a shortened ten-inch rope. The three inches behind the snake's head is its fatal weakness. Seven inches.

brush!brush!brush!
However, Chen Hu cut down the paratrooper knife one after another. After breaking through the snake scales, the blade was almost unimpeded. Even if the Burmese python struggled desperately, swayed its body from side to side, and knocked the small tree with a cracking sound, it could not change the fate.

At this moment, with a heavy knife, Chen Hu penetrated deep into the boa constrictor's body, almost cutting more than half of it, and then pulled out the paratrooper knife abruptly, and a sound immediately rang out from the scene, and at the same time, there were some pink flesh on the knife. foam.

puff! ~
The Burmese python trembled all over, and the extent of its struggle immediately became smaller, but the light in its eyes was rapidly fading. Although it didn't die immediately, it was not much worse.

Chen Hu knew that he had already destroyed the heart of the Burmese python, so he simply stopped attacking and retreated, waiting for the life of the Burmese python to completely disappear until he died.

Snakes and reptiles, even if the heart is damaged, or even the head is cut off, they will still respond to life, so Chen Hu intends to use the safest method.

After retreating a few meters, Chen Hu stared at the writhing Burmese python, while Red Sun flew up to a branch to watch. In the live broadcast room, a large number of barrages had appeared at this moment.

"This is Qing Ning: Haha, Master Hu is still fierce! This big boa constrictor was taken care of in one go!"

"Stupid to the depths: Although the heart of the boa constrictor is destroyed, the anchor still has to be careful. The life of snakes is very tenacious."

"Old night owl Ah Bao: Damn! Look, the python crawled out!"

……

In the rapidly scrolling barrage, the Burmese python, whose vital signs were rapidly disappearing, miraculously escaped from the small tree. Seeing this, Chen Hu immediately retreated a certain distance.

But the escaped Burmese python didn't chase after him, but climbed under the big tree before, then lay down on the ground, then moved its body with great difficulty, and finally coiled up.

After all this last night, the last trace of life in the eyes of the Burmese python finally disappeared completely, and then remained motionless, as if it had become a sculpture.

Seeing this, Chen Hu did not step forward to check, but chose to wait a few more minutes, but the red sun on the branch said excitedly:

"Scum, is this python dead?"

Hearing this, Chen Hu shook his head and said:

"It should be dead, but it's safer to wait a few minutes before going up to check."

Two minutes later, the Burmese python didn't move at all, and Chen Hu stepped forward to check it, patted it lightly with a paratrooper knife a few times, and found that it was indeed dead.

Looking at this Burmese python, which is seven or eight meters long and weighs at least [-] kilograms, Chen Hu couldn't help showing joy on his face. This is definitely a bumper harvest!

But one thing, Chen Hu didn't understand, why did this Burmese python climb under this big tree at the last moment of its life?

Chen Hu looked up at the towering tree in front of him, but found nothing unusual, then squatted down, moved the body of the Burmese python away, and then began to dig the ground below.

After digging a few times, Chen Hu noticed that the soil was very soft, and he figured it out after a while!
However, after digging down more than 30 centimeters, a large hatching nest covered with dead branches and leaves appeared, with several orange-sized python eggs piled up in the center.

The color of these eggs looks gray, and they are all irregular shapes, somewhat similar to air-leaking balls, but these characteristics indicate that these python eggs are about to hatch successfully.

At this moment, Chen Hu finally understood why the Burmese python returned to the tree before it died. It turned out that it wanted to continue guarding the nest. This was life's nostalgia for its offspring.

In an instant, both Chen Hu and the millions of tourists in the live broadcast room were all in awe of the dead Burmese python.

Chen Hu sighed, and then filled the soil again, without moving the python eggs, and then said:

"Even cold-blooded animals will take care of their offspring as much as possible. This is worth learning for us humans."

After erasing all the traces of the excavation, Chen Hu pulled out some weeds and covered them lightly. He hoped that in the next few days, no wild animals would find this python lair.

After finishing all this, Chen Hu picked up the coiled Burmese python directly, as if he was carrying a giant tire, and then returned home with the harvest he collected earlier.

Originally, today's harvest was quite a lot, but now with this Burmese python, it is definitely a bumper harvest, and Chen Hu has no desire to covet that nest of python eggs.

And the tourists in the live broadcast room, after seeing this scene, praised Chen Hu's behavior one after another, and all kinds of rewards also flew up.

Afterwards, Chen Hu carried the Burmese python on his shoulders and a large bundle of vines on the other shoulder. He picked up the grass blue and started to return to the camp. Seeing this, the red sun followed with fluttering wings.

"I said, are you not going home?" Chen Hu asked.

Home?Red Sun didn't understand, and couldn't help but said in surprise:

"This is my home."

Well, Chen Hu shook the head of the rumor, and then kept on going all the way, taking time to communicate with the red parrot in mid-air from time to time. I have to say that this broken bird is very talented in language.

Every time Chen Hu taught Chinese, he basically learned it two or three times, and he spoke very fluently afterwards. For example, at this moment, I saw the red parrot flapping its wings, repeating the same sentence in its beak.

"Old iron, there's nothing wrong with it!"

"Old iron, there's nothing wrong with it!"

……

The tourists in the live broadcast room laughed loudly, and even a smile appeared on Chen Hu's face, but at this moment, a black shadow quickly flew over the canopy in front of him.

This scene happened to be noticed by Chen Hu from the corner of his eye, but Red Sun made another sentence.

"Old iron, there's nothing wrong with it!"

Fuck!nothing wrong?Chen Hu was stunned. How could that black shadow look like a human?Although he didn't see it clearly, it still made him stop, and then he became vigilant.

"Old Tie, there's nothing wrong with it!" Red Sun said again.

Chen Hu rolled his eyes, and then said:

"Now, shut up!"

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(End of this chapter)