[Meat consumption supplement count +0.05, Blood Nourishing Technique experience +0.05.]
Chen Mo ate some of the slightly decayed wild boar meat, noticing that his experience was still increasing, it seemed that the decayed meat wouldn't affect him.
But he wondered if martial artists might get sick from eating too much decayed meat.
However, Han Anniang was just an ordinary person, Chen Mo dared not let her eat any more of it, saying, "Sister-in-law, since the meat has gone bad, just throw it away."
It's a minor waste, but safety is major.
Now Chen Mo has enough deterrent in Fu Ze Village, he truly has a foothold, and in the future, even if life gets better, no other family would dare to say anything.
It is time for life to get improved.
"Throw it away?" Han Anniang showed reluctance and said, "Don't! It can still be eaten, just heat it more, there's still so much meat, such a waste."
"It's not about waste, safety is the most important, if it makes our bodies sick, it will cost even more to get a doctor later," said Chen Mo.
Reasonably, it makes sense, but there are still about a hundred pounds of meat left, just tossing it like that feels too extravagant.
Han Anniang continued to plead, "Then don't throw it all away, some of it is still edible."
"No." Chen Mo shook his head.
Han Anniang puffed her cheeks, looking somewhat cute, muttering, "Uncle, you used to say, for the matters of the house, listen to me, for outside matters, listen to you..."
Chen Mo: "..."
He didn't argue further with Han Anniang. After breakfast, he dug a pit in the back garden and buried the decayed meat.
As for the idea of giving it to others, Chen Mo did not entertain it.
What if he gave it to others, and they got sick, or even worse, died from it?
He would be the one facing trouble then.
So, why bother getting himself into trouble?
...
The snow kept falling harder, showing no sign of stopping.
Chen Mo grabbed his firewood knife and headed for the mountains.
With the snow not fully blocking the mountain, Chen Mo had to hunt some prey.
First, because the family meat was thrown away due to decomposition, to enhance his power, he must keep consuming meat.
Second, Chen Mo planned to catch some prey to take to the city to exchange for money and improve his living.
A well-proclaimed saying.
Criminals tend to revisit the scene of their crime.
When Chen Mo ventured into the deep woods, he made a point to check the burial site.
By now, the area was covered by snow.
After ensuring it might not be discovered, Chen Mo walked deeper into Daze Mountain.
The cold wind felt like soft knives, slashing at Chen Mo's face, his head and eyebrows were frosted with silvery ice.
Chen Mo tightened his coat, removed the knife on his waist, attached the handle, thrust it against a tree, ensuring its stability.
Currently, his own power was 38 pounds, plus the sword technique added 21 points of power, if he met a tiger now, Chen Mo would dare to hack at it.
Unfortunately, though he made efforts to reach the tiger's territory, he didn't find any tigers.
Chen Mo ventured further inward, finding it difficult to seek prey in this snowy weather, his hands reddened from the cold.
"Crack..."
Unexpectedly, Chen Mo heard a strange noise from above.
Looking up, he saw a snow-laden branch of a spruce tree had broken and was crashing down toward him.
"Damn..."
Everything happened too fast, barely giving him time to react, Chen Mo instinctively lunged to the side.
But it was a slope, Chen Mo's dive caused him to roll down, only stopping at the bottom.
Fortunately, he didn't hit any rocks midway, remaining unharmed.
Standing up, brushing off snow, thinking he was unlucky, when suddenly his expression changed.
In front of him lay an earthen lair.
Inside the lair was a black bear.
The bear had presumably been in hibernation, but now, being disturbed, it fixed its angry gaze on him.
Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat, not from fear of the bear, but realizing he had lost his knife during the tumble.
The black bear was deeply agitated, sleeping peacefully, yet awoken by this biped creature, its inherent violent nature roused, it had only one thought, to tear the biped apart.
Without a trace of hesitation.
"Roar..."
With an angry roar, the black bear stormed out of the lair, pouncing towards Chen Mo.
Such a scenario offered no chance to retrieve the knife.
Running wasn't an option given the short distance; one couldn't outrun the bear.
Adrenaline surging, Chen Mo met the bear bare-handed.
Bam!
Man and bear collided.
The bear opened its massive jaws, intending to snap Chen Mo's neck, while he stubbornly held the bear's upper and lower jaws, knees bracing, forcing a standstill, preventing the bear from moving.
His hands exerted force upwards and downwards, stopping the bear's maw from closing.
If Chen Mo was shirtless now, his tensed muscles and bulging veins would have been visible on his arms.
"Aaah!!!"
Chen Mo's face turned red, shouting loudly, exerting his full strength.
"Crack..."
A peculiar sound resounded, the bear's mouth forcibly torn apart by Chen Mo, and swiftly twisted to the left.
Boom!
He brought the more than four hundred-pound bear down to the ground.
The massive body crashed heavily, sending snow flying.
The bear was bewildered by the fall, giving Chen Mo a chance, he wound up a powerful punch, landing it fiercely on the bear's head.
"Bang!"
A dull sound echoed, the bear's eyes instantaneously filled with blood, its head smashing into the ground, creating a crater impression.
Yet this wasn't the end.
Chen Mo's adrenaline surged, his long hair swirling with sweat, fists pounding on the bear's head like raindrops.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
...
Only when Chen Mo's hands were coated with the bear's blood did he pause.
The bear didn't even get a chance to cry out before being knocked completely unconscious by Chen Mo's relentless punches.
Afterwards, Chen Mo slumped onto the bear like he was drained, breathing heavily.
Leaving the bear alive mainly facilitated easier bleeding later.
"No big deal really," he mused about the blind bear.
Chen Mo felt an inexplicable sense of pride swelling within.
After resting for a while, he hurried to retrieve his lost knife from the slope.
He removed the knife's handle and secured it on his waist.
"Let's move!"
Chen Mo inhaled deeply, hoisting the nearly four-hundred-pound bear on his back, trudging out of the mountain with steady steps.
The mountain trail was hard to navigate, carrying such a heavy bear required considerable effort; every half hour, Chen Mo had to pause to rest.
As he exited the mountain, he spotted a fox.
A thrill swept through Chen Mo; he remembered fox pelts were highly prized, used in crafting clothing and ornaments for nobility, commanding extremely high prices.
Far surpassing mere wild boar hides.
Not even bear pelts compared to a flawless fox pelt.
Sadly, upon seeing him, the fox fled as if it had encountered the Plague God.
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