Volume One, Chapter 14: Hello, Black Bear!

Wait, could it be that she… understood something? Did she realize Wang Dong’s feelings for Xiangyu, or was it something else entirely? Was she trying to use this to gain leverage over Wang Dong, or was she simply curious why he was so attached to a girl he had just met? Or perhaps, she wanted to play matchmaker?

Under Wei Auntie’s piercing gaze, Wang Dong felt as if she had seen right through him. His entire body seemed to be crawling with tiny ants, leaving him extremely uneasy.

Yet, surprisingly, although Wei Auntie spoke, she didn’t mention anything about Xiangyu. Instead, she said thoughtfully to Wang Dong, “There’s nothing more for you here. Go back up the mountain—you’ve caught something good with your trap.”

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Two hours later, halfway up the mountain.

Staring at the roe deer that had been caught in the steel wire trap for a whole day and night, now nearly starving and going mad, Wang Dong felt momentarily confused.

Though his education was limited in his former life, he had been a staunch atheist, always treating shamans and spirit rituals as mere entertainment.

But today’s experience left him bewildered.

He knew there were no gods in this world, so how could Wei Auntie have known that his trap had caught something?

Could it be that Wei Auntie had been up the mountain?

No, that couldn’t be…

There were no footprints around the trap, and he had set it in the morning, rescued the animal in the afternoon, been awakened once at night, and fully alert by the next morning. There was simply no way Wei Auntie had been up the mountain in such a short time.

Forget it—sometimes pondering such things is utterly useless!

Wang Dong’s stomach began to growl; he had to hurry and prepare the roe deer for a meal.

Unlike wild boars or bears, roe deer are relatively small, even smaller than sika deer.

Once caught in this steel wire noose, they struggle constantly, tightening the noose further. The roe deer was already nearly spent, only its two hind legs still supporting it; its forequarters lay flat on the ground, the white fur on its tail flaring out like it was mourning itself.

Still, Wang Dong didn’t dare to slack off.

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Roe deer may not be strong, but when they struggle, they can deliver kicks that hurt for a long time. If an elderly or weak hunter were kicked in the chest by one of these little creatures, it could even be fatal.

Before undoing the steel wire trap, Wang Dong grabbed the two hind legs of the roe deer.

As expected, the animal, which was nearly lifeless, burst into a frantic struggle once caught—fighting for two or three minutes before finally collapsing from exhaustion.

He tied the small hind hooves together, then used a rope to secure the steel wire noose, pulling the roe deer back to his shelter.

Following the method he used for processing wild dogs, Wang Dong skinned the roe deer—not inside the shelter, but beside a small stream.

While gutting the animal, he casually washed his hands in the stream, allowing the blood scent to float downstream.

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