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Chapter 1131 The Amnesiac Black Panther and His Poor Little Beauty (2)

Just as Song Ning finished giving his instructions, the big cat grabbed his wrist.

Human, what are you saying? You're not allowed to leave.

Song Ning didn't know how she understood it, but she still tried to explain it clearly.

"I'm not leaving, I'm going to deal with a small problem."

He used both hands and feet to explain to the big cat, "I encountered a little trouble before I came here. If it's not resolved, you, me, and everyone in this area will be in danger. I don't want to see that happen, so I went to resolve the problem first."

As he spoke, he cut off a piece of rope. He was a little reluctant to part with it, but he still used the rope and the mutton fat he had rendered earlier to make two torches. The rope was just enough to make two torches.

Black Panther had already given up, but seeing Song Ning's movements constantly circling around him, Song Ning could still feel the force of Iron Tail slapping his back every now and then.

He was grinning and grimacing, but he was enjoying himself. Although the big cat couldn't speak, you could tell from its actions that it cared about him.

Song Ning kept talking and talking, her hands never stopping.

He didn't finish the stewed mutton. He filled half of it into a lunchbox, then boiled a pot of water and filled the kettle. He held a torch in his hand and wrapped up the other torch along with the kettle and other items in the backpack on his back.

He cut up several pieces from his old clothes, made one piece into a simple mask to cover his face, and put the rest in his backpack. He was wearing clothes he had taken from a work safety store, a hard hat, a torch in one hand, and a multi-tool tightly gripping his other hand.

The multi-functional knife was incredibly sharp after only two days of use. Song Ning had great confidence in it; if a fight really broke out, he wouldn't suffer any losses thanks to this knife.

"I don't believe they'd be willing to take out their guns; those are their best weapons for self-defense."

Song Ning muttered to himself as he hid a razor blade in the bottom of his shoe. It's always good to be prepared.

After doing all that, his back was slightly stinging from the pats. Song Ning turned his head and could clearly see the dissatisfaction written on the big cat's dark face. After looking at it for a while, Song Ning couldn't help but hug it and gently rest his head on the big cat's back.

"I know you're worried about me. Don't worry, I'll do my best to deal with them. As long as I'm sure they won't come back, I'll definitely come back to you right away."

But if he can't solve it, then let the big cat continue to live carefree in this peaceful place.

Song Ning secretly stroked the smooth fur several times before finally standing up in one go.

"Anyway, I'll try to get back as soon as possible."

He turned and left with his bag on his back. The knife in his hand and the hope of returning to live with Big Cat gave him boundless courage and anticipation. Naturally, he didn't notice that Big Cat, whom he had been talking about for a long time, stared at his back for a long time before quietly following him.

Although Song Ning did not intend to put the big cat in a difficult situation, he also did not intend to put himself in a difficult situation.

Even though he didn't know if it was someone from Li Dabiao's camp who had caught up with him, he was alerted to one thing: his preparations for winter supplies were useless now. His primary task was to identify the people in Li Dabiao's camp; otherwise, he would never be able to truly settle down.

Song Ning didn't plan to go and fight alone. Since he was prepared to resolve the matter, he decided to set some traps first and then see if anyone was actually chasing after him.

He had quite a few tools at his disposal. In order to set a trap, he made a special trip to a safety equipment store and found a lot of usable tools there.

Shovels, hoes, ropes, and even burlap sacks and some rusty ironware he had collected.

That's right, Song Ning's idea was simple: he planned to dig a few traps to lure people in, and then kill them.

The thought of killing someone again caused Lance's chest to heave wildly a few times before returning to calm.

Killing is not uncommon in the apocalypse, but it is not something he can easily accept. However, if he really needs to take action, Song Ning will not be merciful.

Once Song Ning made up his mind, he went straight to work. Digging traps by manpower was not an easy task, but fortunately, the arrival of the apocalypse had caused various depressions in the ground due to the various places where the ground was in disarray. What Song Ning had to do was to use the things he had prepared and these advantages to make trap after trap.

These traps are not fatal, but once you step into one and fall in, it's almost impossible to climb out. Even if you do manage to climb out, the rusty iron below will leave wounds on your body.

You should know that when Song Ning picked up these things, she had to carefully wrap up her exposed skin. After so many years in the apocalypse, a tetanus is basically fatal.

Having made these preparations, Song Ning took out his water bottle and carefully drank a few mouthfuls of water to moisten his burning throat. He didn't even waste the water droplets that dripped onto his neck; he used the back of his hand to catch them and wipe his face, which felt like it was on fire.

His cheeks were tanned a dark reddish-brown, his nose and forehead were slightly oily, and his face was a little dry and cracked. This was the result of Song Ning applying a little mutton fat, which, although it had a bit of a smell, made his skin feel much better.

However, Song Ning had no time to care about any of that right now. After making his preparations, he surveyed the surrounding terrain several times before finally finding a high vantage point to enjoy his meal.

After finishing their meal, night gradually fell, and Song Ning's night blindness caused him to be unable to see anything clearly.

However, he wasn't worried at all. He had a simple sleeping bag he found at a work safety store. After wiping himself down a bit to reduce the stench, he grabbed his weapon and went to sleep.

In this post-apocalyptic world, there are very few people without night blindness, and those guys certainly won't travel at night, so he doesn't need to worry about them coming over now.

I wonder how Big Cat is doing. Will Big Cat miss him after he's gone?

With this faint melancholy in mind, Song Ning forced herself to close her eyes, turn off her phone, and rest.

Not long after his breathing became steady, a lithe, dark creature slowly appeared in front of the sleeping bag in the moonlight.

A gentle breeze blew by, softly parting the dark clouds, and a crescent moon cast its light, illuminating the earth and the entirety of this beautiful creature.

What else could it be but a big cat that had chased after them? If Song Ning were still awake, he would be very surprised, since he had been on guard against the movements around him, but he had not seen the big cat at all.

Meanwhile, the black panther, who had been observing the humans all day, was filled with confusion in its vertical pupils. Why would humans come here to sleep? Did they find that tin shack too hot?

Although he sometimes wondered, is it really okay to run away from home just because it's hot...? What does "run away from home" mean?