Stranded on a Deserted Island—They All Started Plotting Against Me - Chapter 47 - Chapter 47

“Awooo…”

The late-night howls of wolves rang out like clockwork. Zhang Liu yawned hard.

He was exhausted.

But judging from the moon’s position in the sky, it wasn’t even halfway through the night yet.

Actually, the scenery outside was pretty nice.

The sky was sprinkled with countless stars.

This was something impossible to see inside the city.

He put a gnarled branch into the fire, listening to it quickly drying and catching flame.

Zhang Liu continued to peel the bark off a vine and twisted it into a line.

He was preparing a hunting trap.

The pit was barely a meter deep—not exactly a challenge for a nimble goat. Even an ordinary guy like him could climb out easily.

So using a pit trap to catch goats wasn’t really effective. Zhang Liu didn’t even know if the goat would come from that direction.

Before, he had only seen the pit and thought about catching goats with it—just like how Qin Ruoshang, upon seeing a deep pit, dreamed of filling it with water for a bath. It was just a pleasant fantasy.

When Zhang Liu was gathering fruit in the afternoon, he had already realized how foolish his idea of using a pitfall trap to catch goats was. But after some serious thought, he did see a way to actually make use of the pit.

He laid out simple wooden fiber strands made by twisting vine bark, crossing them on the ground, preparing to tie knots at the intersections. The outer edges of the wooden fiber lines were tied down with stones to prevent them from loosening in the opposite direction.

The ultimate goal was to weave these into a net to cover the pit.

The workload for tomorrow was still quite heavy—he’d need to build a fire inside the pit in the morning to dry out the water and dig out the muck and debris. Then he would lay the net over the pit’s opening, cover it with the abundant wild grass nearby as camouflage, and place some water in a giant clam shell as bait in the middle.

If a goat really fell for it and came to drink, it would instantly fall into the pit and get tangled in the mesh.

The trick of tying stones to the outer edges of the wooden fibers was something Zhang Liu had read about in a wilderness survival guide. The stones would knot and tangle together as the prey struggled, tightly binding the victim. Plus, the weight of the stones would make it harder for the prey to escape.

Hopefully, it would work.

Anya had carried back a large bundle of vines, weighing roughly ten kilograms. But even after splitting the vines into quarters to increase usable material…he only managed to make a crude “prototype fishing net.”

Twelve cords across horizontally, ten vertically.

The tough yet flexible vines wove together with the hand-softened bark fiber ropes into a rather… strange-looking shape.

Frankly, it didn’t resemble anything in particular.

But luckily, the vines Anya brought were quite thin and very tough.

So when Zhang Liu lifted the “net” to test its potential for catching prey, it did display a certain elasticity and softness as expected.

Still, he couldn’t help but sigh and shake his head.

Honestly, even he didn’t really believe this thing would work for trapping a goat.

As he stood there, silently lamenting his late-night effort, the howling of wolves echoed faintly in the background—and then, layered beneath it, a faint rustling sound drifted into his ears.

The goat’s coming?

He instinctively grabbed his wooden hammer, excitement flooding his heart.

But as he turned to look, Zhang Liu’s expression gradually froze.

It wasn’t one goat, but about ten of them.

In the mixed glow of firelight and moonlight, he could clearly make out their coats—mostly white with a yellowish hue, a few black ones among them.

Some of them had sharp black horns that curved outward from their foreheads, though most were hornless.

Judging by appearances, if we were going by gendered anime logic… Mei Yangyang might be a futa?

That ridiculous thought flashed through Zhang Liu’s mind for a split second.

But it vanished almost immediately.

Because things weren’t going the way he’d imagined at all.

Instead of fleeing in fear at the sight of a human and a blazing fire, these goats were casually emerging from the right side of the hill where the cave was nestled and strolling leisurely toward the water puddle.

And due to the position of their eyes—on the sides of their heads, as is typical for herbivores—they all tilted their heads in that weird “side-eye” way as they walked past Zhang Liu, sizing up the upright two-legged ape holding a wooden club.

Then they began to drink water one by one at the watering hole beside the cave.

Once one goat started drinking, the others took a side-guard stance, warily watching everything around—including Zhang Liu.

The distance between human and goats was less than half a meter.

Zhang Liu could clearly smell the complex odor radiating off the ram standing in front of him. He could hear the scrape of hooves against gravel, the coarse breath wheezing through its nostrils.

He was stunned.

Had these guys’ ancestors never been hunted by early humans before?

They actually didn’t see me, this terrifying two-legged ape, as a threat?

There’s a blazing fire right next to me!

But even with the fire and a weapon in hand, Zhang Liu still dared not move recklessly.

Because he clearly heard the rasping sound of the ram’s horns scraping against the rocky wall, and then saw the ram rub its horns and raise its head, throwing a challenging glare at him.

It seemed to say: “Go on then, punk. Hit me. I dare you.”

Faced with such a provocative look, Zhang Liu could only force a smile far worse than crying, then silently looked up—and his expression became strange.

Because as he looked up, he saw Anya and Qin Ruoshang’s heads peeking out from above the cave, with Anya showing an excited expression.

That challenging glare was the last look the ram would ever give.

Like a divine weapon descending from the heavens, Anya jumped down from the cave, holding a stone about the size of her forearm.

After accelerating in free fall for about two meters, the stone hit the ram’s head—possibly the leader—exactly.

With a sickening cracking sound, accompanied by a fierce battle cry full of feminine power:

“Shinei!” (Go die!)

Having lived in Japan for a long time and spoken Japanese daily, she instinctively blurted out this curse in the heat of the moment.

One minute earlier:

Outside the cave, Zhang Liu stood frozen holding his wooden stick among the goats’ defensive line, too scared to move, afraid the goats might trample him.

But awakened by the wolf howls, Anya and Qin Ruoshang had just been about to peek out and chat with Zhang Liu when they saw the amazing scene of the goats surrounding him.

Qin Ruoshang was stunned by the sight.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Anya couldn’t stand the ram’s provocation any longer and risked taking action.

He’s my designated future head of the An family — you’re just a stupid goat!

Anya wasn’t just some timid girl. She’d once seen dozens of calves at her family’s cattle farm get their balls gnawed off and chased the cows to eat the meat. At her core, she was a ruthless person.

Her sudden attack was perfect both as a surprise and in strength.

Though it didn’t kill the ram outright—a wild animal with a tenacious life force—it did manage to break one of its horns.

Anya fell heavily to the ground, then showed a victorious smile full of satisfaction.

The entire herd, including the ram, was scared and scattered in all directions.

The ram, severely injured in the head, was probably disoriented; unlike the other goats that avoided the fire, it oddly ran toward the fire instead.