The log was deeply nailed into the ground, and a sturdy frame was built. On the frame, a wild deer was firmly tied, limbs spread out, clearly revealing its body and abdomen. At this moment, the injured deer let out a miserable cry, its body undulating and struggling, but it had not died yet.
Female warrior Nashu stood beside, exerting force with her arms, easily pressing down the shaking deer head. The struggling deer soon exhausted its strength in the continuous loss of blood, becoming immobile and a specimen.
The short obsidian dagger was swift, and Xiulote's hand was steady. He precisely cut open the deer's skin, severing the muscles, revealing the deer's rhythmically beating heart without injuring the arteries or the still-breathing lungs above the heart.
