John called Miller, and the two came to Selosi's side, preparing things for hunting.
Selousi took out a bamboo tube as thick as a finger from his purse and filled it with a few needles that were almost too thin to hold. John was very puzzled when he saw this.
"Taotie, what is this?"
"This is a weapon that belongs exclusively to us Indians. We soak silver needles in various deadly medicinal soups and fully absorb their lethal parts. Today I brought a few poisonous needles tempered with poppy juice. What I want is to make them The lion died instantly."
After speaking, Selousi took out two more strange weapons and said, "Gentlemen, each of you should bring one."
John looked at the finger-long bamboo tube in his hand. To be honest, the small design made him unsure, "Are you sure this thing has enough range and can accurately penetrate the mountain lion's body?"
"The inner diameter of this transmitter is very thin. You only need to blow lightly into your mouth, and the needle can fly several feet away."
Miller shook his head, handed the things back to Selosi, and at the same time pulled out his dual-wielding revolvers: "These two guns make me more at ease."
John did not take a gun like Miller, but accepted Selosi's gift: "Gunpowder is not panacea. Sometimes we need to use natural lethality. I believe that gluttons who are familiar with wild survival will understand this truth. "
Sailuoxi smiled and said nothing more.
The three of them came to a cypress forest a few miles away from the camp, and stopped at Sailuoxi on the outskirts of the forest.
"This is a puma, good at surprise attacks, and its whereabouts are unknown, so pay attention to any branches and crisp leaves under your feet. The slightest sound will attract it and lead to death."
"Okay... Then after we enter the woods, we won't make any noise and communicate with gestures." John replied.
After entering the depths of the cypress forest, John took out the predator bait from his bearskin shoulder bag, lightly covered it with the branches of the evergreen tree roots, gestured to Silosi, and then retreated to a big tree.
The torture caused by the long wait was no less than the fear of being suddenly attacked by a monster. He couldn't help but recall the last experience of fighting a black bear, which made him sweat profusely and kept him awake at all times.
John displayed his moves behind the tree, holding the muzzle in his left hand and a needle in the right, ready to aim and fire at any time. In addition to the deadly weapon given by Selousi, John also had a powerful magic weapon - the Eye of Death, which he used when he encountered the giant snow mountain last time. After the beast's defeat, John practiced diligently in controlling the Dead Eye and made great progress, but failed to break through the bottleneck of controlling the Dead Eye independently.
"You must make full use of the Eye of Death no matter what." John warned himself over and over in his mind.
Perhaps because of his excessive concentration, John did not realize that the needle on his hand had pricked his thumb, and a long and thin red river slowly flowed down along the ravine of the fingerprint.
Ten minutes later, there was the rustle of fallen leaves in front of him. John thought it was the draft in the forest blowing the leaves, but Selosi winked at him and nodded, indicating that he was sure it was the movement of prey taking the bait. .
A big cat with gray and yellow stripes nimbly jumped to the bait, used its strong front paws to push aside the leaves on it, and then ate it heartily.
When John thought it was an opportunity for the mountain lion to focus on food, he bowed slightly and blew, and the silver needle flew quickly towards the mountain lion's head. Just when the needle tip just happened to sink into the mountain lion's skin, John activated the Death God. Eye, he wanted to extend this moment indefinitely, letting the joy of killing with one strike penetrate every pore and skin, but the very limited time of the Eye of Death did not allow him to do so.
The crown of the cypress tree casts bright round shadows, and the extremely sharp blades of the teeth were still stained with a little bit of meat foam, but the muscles in the mountain lion's body began to become soft and weak, until it could no longer chew the food in its mouth.
"Huh... effortless." John breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the mountain lion gradually weaken and fall to the ground.
"John, don't you have a small box? Why don't you freeze this unforgettable moment?" Miller took the lead in applauding when he saw the supposedly vicious lion being killed so easily.
"Oh, yes, I almost forgot. Let's keep a souvenir while this guy is still alive." John said as he took out his camera and started tinkering.
"Miller, Taoist Lion, you two stand in front of the lion." John raised the camera and adjusted the angle.
"Mr. Coster, you are injured!"
Selosi exclaimed as he looked at John's bloody right palm.
"I remember that I have never been in contact with a lion...how could it be..." John looked at his hands and was about to explain something when a strong feeling of sleepiness came over him, and he lost all support and fell down...
"Ouch - roar"
After an unknown amount of time, John opened his eyes. The mountain lion was still there not far away, but it was not a corpse.
"This beast..." John cheered up immediately when he saw that the mountain lion was still alive and well.
Miller pushed down his companion who suddenly sat up: "Don't get excited, brother. Selosi just thinks it makes more sense to raise a lion than to kill it."
"Raising a lion? Are you kidding me? Besides, the poisonous needle I spat out was stuck in my body. Didn't the poisonous effects take effect? Or is there an antidote for gluttonous lions?"
At this time, Selousi, who was wiping the knife on the side, raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Sir, I have no doubt about your accurate hit rate. It's just the formula on the needle, which is not fatal poppy juice but powerful sleep-inducing cabbage."
"you?"
"Of course this is also the reason why you were lethargic. The lion and you both slept for a while and then woke up manically, so I gave him another shot."
"So you never intended to kill this legendary mountain lion in the first place."
"Yes, but I'm more curious about why the medicine didn't work immediately on you. Your friend mentioned to me a very special ability of yours."
John nodded, thinking there was no need to be vague: "Well... the eyes of death."
"Currently, it seems that the mutual restraint between the Eyes of Death and the ingredients of cabbage is the reason why the cabbage does not take effect immediately."
"I don't think so."
"Have you been taking any medication to maintain your Death Eye?"
"I prefer to call it replenishing energy. Opening the Eyes of Death requires a lot of energy, but..." John took out some small gray-black bottles from his bag, "But these snake oils can help me recover faster."
"No wonder, I have seen the production process of this thing. It contains poppy ingredients. In the words of you white people, its pharmacological properties are completely opposite to those of cabbage."
"Speaking of which, are you sure you can make the lion obedient?"
"We Indians have many ways to tame wild beasts. Today we met another agile lioness. I plan to name her Sophia and keep her with me."
"The Taotie Lion and the Mountain Lion - I seem to understand why he kept this lion...Selushi, let me commemorate you and your new friend."
John raised the camera as he spoke. He felt that he had seen a lot, but this was the first time he had seen a captive lion. If Selosi could train Sophia to be brave and good at fighting, then this would be a journey no less than the Vikings taming the dragon. epic.
