Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

While the viewers were chatting away, they noticed that Bi Fang did not cease his cooking, but kept on grilling.

The surface of the snake meat was charred, and he was still grilling.

Isn’t that burnt to a crisp?

Can we still eat it?

“Hahaha, those of you who just joined don’t know, do you? It has to be charred to ensure the parasites are killed!”

“It’s all protein, treated equally!”

“When Old Fang ate the intermediary viper in the past, it was the same; it looked like it was grilled into carbon.”

Bi Fang explained, “Yes, it’s to make eating it safer. The high temperature of normal flames can kill almost every living creature in the world, not to mention mere parasites.”

But just as the snake meat turned into charcoal and was safe to eat, in a dark corner that no one had noticed, a huge figure was slowly approaching, lured by the scent.

The thick aroma of the fire, the char-grilled fragrance, and the scent of meat entwined in Bi Fang’s nostrils, leaving him oblivious to any anomaly.

The massive white hooves stepped on the decaying leaves, leaving deep prints, and it wasn’t until they trampled on a dry twig that the keenly alert Bi Fang sensed something odd.

“What was that noise?”

“Hmm?” Leonardo, bewildered, lifted his head to look around, but noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

Bi Fang looked up cautiously, knowing that no slackening of vigilance was permissible in the tropical rainforest.

In the rainforest, anything can be found, including tigers…

The conversation ceased, the charcoal crackled under the caress of fire tongues, and the vast rainforest quickly fell silent, with only the distant, faint chirping of birds remaining.

What’s happening…

The once lively atmosphere had vanished without a trace, turning eerily serious, causing the viewers to grow tense as well; even the naturally harmonious chirping of birds now seemed like shrill screams.

“Crack!”

It was the sound of another dry twig breaking, entirely distinct from the sound of bamboo charcoal popping in the fire; something was really approaching!

Leonardo’s breath caught in his throat. Unlike Bi Fang, his senses were not as sharp and his vigilance was much poorer. He hadn’t even heard the sound of the breaking twig just now and was still struggling with whether to try some wild snake meat. But he was definitely not foolish, the sound just now was certainly not the noise of burning wood!

The primeval rainforest was too dangerous!

They hadn’t even been there for half a day and had already encountered so many things!

Thinking back to the Bamboo Viper he had encountered not long ago, and now another unknown creature was approaching, Leonardo’s instincts were to get up, but Bi Fang seemed to have anticipated his action and grabbed his arm firmly.

Bi Fang’s smile slowly faded, and he looked extremely serious as he hissed, “Don’t move! Don’t move until we’re clear about the situation! If it’s a tiger, the more you move, the easier it becomes its target!”

A tiger?

There’s a tiger too?

The audience was somewhat bewildered; and if the onlookers felt this way, not to mention the parties involved. Leonardo’s face turned pale instantaneously, utterly drained of color.

Bi Fang held his arm, feeling the other trembling distinctly, and could only offer simple words of comfort.

At such close range, if it truly was a carnivorous beast, it surely would have already spotted them. Running would only make the beast perceive their fear, prompting it to launch a bold attack.

“Don’t panic. Humans aren’t on a tiger’s menu. As long as we don’t trigger its hunting instinct, listen to me, we’ll be mostly fine. Even if it is a tiger, we can get through this crisis!”

“The comer doesn’t conceal its sound, so it’s unlikely to be a predator,” Bi Fang analyzed calmly. No predator would intentionally make such a noise, as the animals in the forest have far too keen a sense of hearing. If it were truly a tiger, it wouldn’t behave like this.

It’s more likely to be a herbivorous hoofed animal!

Hearing this, as if affected by Bi Fang’s calm composure, Leonardo, who was previously shivering all over, gradually regained his composure.

In the face of danger, a calm, cool-headed, and strong person can have a great influence.

They can make a panicking person see them as their pillar of strength.

Moreover, at this point, aside from trusting Bi Fang, there was no other choice. If they really faced an insurmountable force, Leonardo also believed that Bi Fang would never do something like running away faster than him.

Crack, crack.

The sound of dry branches and leaves being trampled grew closer, like the tolling of a death knell.

The pace of the comer wasn’t fast, but as the sound became increasingly distinct, Bi Fang also determined its direction. Three cameras simultaneously aimed into the darkness.

A huge shadow gradually became clear, and the audiences held their breath.

“Holy shit, what the hell is that?”

“It’s huge!”

“Fiend, demon, devil!”

As the enormous creature behind the bushes came gradually into focus, Bi Fang’s pupils sharply contracted, his body stiffening as if hit by an electric shock, frozen in place.

Leonardo’s forehead was slick with cold sweat, and seeing Bi Fang’s expression made him even more restless. “What on earth is it?”

He instinctively wanted to look back but was firmly pulled back by Bi Fang, who whispered harshly, “Don’t turn around!”

“It’s an ox!”

“An ox?”

“An ox?”

“Can we have it as an extra meal?”

“What’s there to be afraid of with an ox?”

In the camera’s view, the figure of the beast gradually became clear. First to be revealed were the high, bulging muscles, which under the scarce light looked like small hills!

As the beast continued forward, everyone finally got a clear view of the whole creature.

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It was a huge dark wild buffalo, with white “short socks” on the lower parts of its legs, and a pair of thick white horns that grew from its wide, light-colored cornual ridge, first stretching outward then curving upward, resembling a pair of enormous horns, filled with a strange sense of power.

When the audience saw what kind of bull it was, they were shocked.

[Holy crap, is this bull raised by Schwarzenegger?]

[Can the wild ones grow like this? Is this what they look like on steroids?]

[You’re not running away from that?]

[Run, and you die even faster, right?]

[Looking at the style of this bull, did it run out of Fist of the North Star?]

[This bull works out, I bet. Out of a year, at least ten months were spent in a gym]

Everyone was shocked by the size of the wild buffalo and its muscled flesh, it was simply impossible to imagine that it could grow naturally.

Initially, when they heard Bi Fang say it was a bull, some people breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of the docile domestic cattle they had seen, until this moment, those enormous horns, the heavily muscled body, everyone knew that this big guy was not to be trifled with.

Rush up to it, and you’ll die!

“What the hell is it?” Leonardo was frantic; he had already heard that the creature was right behind him, but Bi Fang’s warning had made him too scared to turn his head. Every hair on his body stood on end, and he was covered in goosebumps!

Even his breathing became erratic as he wondered if this is how he would react if faced with a bear.

The trembling was incessant, as if facing the abyss.

He really should have had the director come to the scene and shoot this segment, maybe then he could actually win an Oscar.

“It’s a Wild Baizhi Ox.” Bi Fang took a deep breath, and amidst the nervousness, there was also a hint of relief.

As he had guessed, it was indeed a herbivorous hoofed animal.

But still terrifying!

The distance between the two was less than fifteen meters!

For a bull, that was just a short sprint, and if it hit them, Bi Fang and Leonardo would lose their lives within seconds, not even enough for it to kill them properly.

“A real bull?” Leonardo was stunned, yet unlike many domestic viewers, he grew more nervous!

Domestic viewers generally perceive bulls as hardworking, honest, straightforward, and docile; they are the companions of farming civilization that has existed for thousands of years. But for Leonardo, the image was completely different.

Right now, all Leonardo could think about was bullfighting!

He had seen a bullfighter gored into a skewer by a raging North African Bull!

Stomped into a puddle of blood by its gigantic hooves, it was a tragic accident, where the fighter meant to subdue the wild bull stopped breathing in just a few seconds.

Leonardo’s voice trembled, “How does the Wild Baizhi Ox compare with the North African Bull…”

“It’s not even fit to carry its shoes.” Bi Fang shook his head. “The Wild Baizhi Ox is the largest ox in the world, standing over two meters at the shoulder and weighing up to one and a half tons, but the North African Bull is only around half a ton.”

Leonardo trembled again, one and a half, half a ton… Isn’t that a difference of three times?

Imagining a three-times enhanced North African Bull, his urge to look back grew even stronger, and the uncertainty could drive him insane!

“Be careful, it’s coming this way!” Bi Fang yanked Leonardo’s arm and pulled him down to the ground.

From his position on the ground, Leonardo finally caught a glimpse of what the “bull” actually looked like with his peripheral vision.

With just one look, he almost passed out.

Is this damn thing a bull?

Bi Fang then lay down next to Leonardo, whispering, “It might be attracted to the snake meat.”

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Attracted by snake meat?

“Cows eating meat?” Leonardo seemed to have heard something that shook his worldview; aren’t cows herbivores?

Is it really a cow from our planet?

The thought of the behemoth before him opening a pair of neat teeth, tearing a large chunk of flesh from his back to chew, nearly caused Leonardo to faint.

“Eat!” Bi Fang was certain, but he did not explain why. Instead, he grabbed Leonardo’s hand and began to retreat slowly, “Can you crawl? Follow me and crawl back.”

“As long as you don’t initiate an attack or show danger, wild oxen rarely attack animals smaller than themselves. If you just don’t stand up and slowly back away, you can usually escape from danger.”

“In the past, someone conducted an experiment: two teams lined up in a bullfighting ring and moved forward. When they saw a bull charging, they lay down, and the bull would stop. Both teams made it across the arena safely that way.”

“You should know, those were bulls from bullfights, genuine North African Bulls. Perhaps they’re not as strong as the Wild Baizhi Oxen, but they are definitely the most temperamental bulls in the world.”

While crawling back, Bi Fang explained in a low voice, firmly keeping his eyes on the Wild Baizhi Ox. Although that was what he said, there were always exceptions, and they couldn’t let down their guard.

“North African Bulls are inherently combative and fierce by nature. Plus, special breeding grounds that select and breed the most ferocious among them mean that even they could come out unscathed, other oxen too stand a good chance of escape.”

“No way? Those matadors all got knocked down, and still the ox didn’t spare them.” Watching as they put more distance between themselves and the Wild Baizhi Ox, which hadn’t shown much indication of attacking them, Leonardo relaxed a little, but was hesitant upon hearing this.

He had personally seen matadors violently rubbed into the ground, practically turned into carpets. Why would the bull keep attacking then?

“That was because they drew its aggro. Ever played a game? If you squat and walk behind a monster, you’ll be fine. But if you hit it once, it can chase you for eight hundred miles.”

“When you haven’t provoked the wild ox, being smaller than it, it perceives you as no threat and so doesn’t attack. But if you’ve already angered it, even if you bury your head in the soil, you can’t shake off that hatred. It will ruthlessly poke a hole in your behind.”

As they spoke, the two of them had crawled over twenty meters away, while the wild ox reached the site of their original campfire, nudged the sand with its snout, and the flame was quickly extinguished.

It rubbed against the snake meat and began to lick it, seemingly oblivious to the two large figures lying nearby on the ground.

Feeling tentatively safe, Bi Fang also breathed a sigh of relief; that was too close.

He reached back to touch his own back, all covered in cold sweat; the red mud he had applied was sticky once more.

All along the path they crawled, a faint red mark could be seen.

This showed just how tense Bi Fang had been, even the viewers could see that.

[Old Fang was scared for once?]

With a wry smile, Bi Fang thought, how could he not be afraid?

“In some countries, the habitats of Wild Baizhi Oxen overlap with those of Bengal Tigers, but it is often not the oxen that fall victim, but the tigers.

Because the horns of Wild Baizhi Oxen are extremely sharp and also incredibly hard. When the Wild Baizhi Ox attacks, even the formidable tigers have to back down and settle for preying on the calves.”

“Out in the wild, this thing is like Schwarzenegger among humans; it has virtually no natural predators, especially a mature male Wild Baizhi Ox, which could ‘walk sideways’. The one we’re dealing with right now is a typical male Baizhi Ox.”

Now temporarily out of danger, Bi Fang and Leonardo lay not far away and began to “judge and comment”.

“How do you know?” Leonardo said, surprised, trying to look up from the ground. But the light was too dim, and they were too far away, he couldn’t see at all.

“Because Wild Baizhi Oxen like to live in herds, forming groups, only the males like to fight alone. Then, during the breeding season in November or December, they look for others of their kind.”

[How long could we eat from such a big ox?]

“I wouldn’t dare; this guy is a class-protected animal in our country.”

Bi Fang smiled at the barrage of comments, but the next second he could no longer smile.

A huge black centipede was slowly crawling onto the back of his hand.

Bi Fang: “…”