Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

From light, surprising stories to the heaviest, all-inclusive curiosities.

Drinking urine is one of them, which psychologically speaking, many people know to be a rather disgusting physiological act, yet when they actually hear about it, they can’t help but let their curiosity drive them to learn more.

Unfortunately, the competitor before the screen did not satisfy the viewers’ curiosity. After staring at the nearly full bottle of urine for a long while, he eventually put it away into his pocket, much to the disappointment of many.

After Bi Fang gave a simple explanation, he didn’t care much about it. He had no interest in practicing it for the viewers to see, as long as the reasoning was clear.

After briefly checking through the remaining participants’ performances, the time was drawing ever closer to twelve o’clock.

The audience gradually became excited, and even Bi Fang had shrunk his screen to keep a special watch on Bonuo.

The staff member looked at Jerret, “One more minute, shall we launch it?”

Jerret nodded his head, “Launch.”

At the leader’s command, the team immediately sprang into action.

The sixty-second countdown passed in a flash.

A dazzling red flare, screeching as it soared, burst into a beautiful swath of light against the pure white sky canopy, its colors gradually shifting from red to purple, resembling magnificent auroras.

A flock of startled birds scattered into the sky.

“There!”

The flare was so conspicuous that even from dozens of kilometers away, it was crystal clear, prompting Bonuo to sprint off!

It was nearby, he was certain, less than three kilometers from the hut!

But there was someone faster than Bonuo!

Ji Zuodong!

The man who had been traveling along the river!

Both had set off almost simultaneously the day before, with Bonuo having covered a bit more distance. Although Ji Zuodong’s route was along the river, deviating somewhat from the direction of the hut, it also meant he didn’t need to waste time searching for water sources.

Add to that Bonuo’s waste of three to four hours this very morning, and it was enough for Ji Zuodong to catch up head-on!

“Could my luck really be this good?”

Ji Zuodong looked at the tall hut before him, his eyes flickering.

As the flare exploded, while he was walking along the river thinking about finding some food, a screeching sound suddenly came from three hundred meters away, followed by an aurora-like light curtain appearing overhead…

Ji Zuodong admitted that he too was looking for the hut, but he hadn’t expected such a fortunate coincidence.

The audience, viewing through drones, were somewhat speechless. Bonuo had been searching all morning and hadn’t found it, yet this Huaxia man just walked along the river and stumbled upon it by sheer luck.

Can grinders not compete with a lucky emperor?

Not so wild after all!

After observing his surroundings for dangers, Ji Zuodong gripped the claw knife in his hand. Although the short spear was more lethal, in close quarters, a nimble dagger was more preferable.

Moreover, he wasn’t a viewer and couldn’t be sure if there was anyone in the hut, nor whether the production crew had set traps to enhance the show’s effects.

Lethal traps were not likely, but prank traps were a possibility, as many variety shows like to set those up.

The hut wasn’t large, a simple square structure without even a roof, approximately 2*2*1.5 meters in size. One would have to bend down to enter, it was obviously a temporary setup for storing equipment.

It could serve as a dwelling if necessary. After all, it was a hut, definitely stronger than a shelter built in the wild.

Unfortunately, Ji Zuodong appeared to be a man who would not stay there. He carefully pushed open the wooden door, his gaze sweeping the dark interior for a glance, only able to discern the rough outlines of supplies without seeing what they specifically were.

He opened the hut’s door wider, but there were no signs of movement.

It seemed there were neither people nor traps.

After a quick assessment, Ji Zuodong slipped into the hut without closing the door behind him, for if it were closed, everything inside would be enveloped in total darkness.

Following the daylight, one survival item after another came into view for all to see, igniting Ji Zuodong’s gaze with increasing intensity.

Sleeping bag*1

Firesteel*1

Thermal blanket*1

Thermal clothing*1

Portable medical kit*1, containing bandages, disinfectant alcohol, saline solution, sterile gauze – unfortunately no scissors or pen.

But these enviable supplies weren’t the most attractive; Ji Zuodong’s attention was firmly captured by the last item.

A machete!

The audience was stunned.

[Holy shit, a machete!? Isn’t that a bit like cheating?]

[Everyone’s got wooden spears and bows, and you not only have a claw knife, but now a machete too?]

[Is it breaking the fairness of the game?]

[It’s outrageous, but after all, they found it by taking an extra two days of journey, so you could say it’s a reward for hard work.]

[If I had a machete, wouldn’t I be killing through the jungle?]

Bi Fang shook his head, “Actually, it’s not outrageous because he can only choose two items from inside, and the price he paid for this was two days of travel and physical strength.”

There were a total of three cabins, distributed at the offset angles of the south, east, and northwest cross, considering that some people might take different routes. Hence, the showrunners set up the cabins in different directions, meaning that there was only this one cabin going south.

So they set up six items, and the rule that one person could only take two was in place, otherwise allowing one person to take everything would indeed break the game balance.

Can only take two items?

The audience somewhat understood, but still, a machete seemed too powerful, right? Wouldn’t you be fearless against most creatures now?

“A machete isn’t as useful as you think. In fact, most of us don’t know how to use a knife, or such a big machete, in real scenarios. These items can be very dangerous in the hands of an untrained person.”

Seeing the audience’s reaction, Bi Fang mentally searched for an example to advise them, to prevent any accidents during future camping trips.

He had the System safety net, plus he had integrated the Wilderness Traveler Skill with his last Identity Integration Coupon, so discussing past experiences was no big deal.

“Once, on a journey to Belize in Central America, someone in our team claimed to have extensive jungle trekking experience. Each of us had a machete, and his was the longest.

As the ‘most experienced,’ he plunged into the jungle, perhaps aiming to become the team leader. But just a few hours later, we heard screams from ahead.

The reason was that this experienced guy had swung his machete too fiercely, hit a tree branch, but failed to cut it. The branch sprang back and slashed from his lip down to his jawbone, causing a serious laceration.

At that time, the situation was still manageable as we had just entered the jungle and were able to rescue him in time and kicked him out of the expedition team. His behavior also exposed his supposed machete experience as pure boasting and revealed how dangerous handling a machete can be.”

Many knives have unique uses, apart from choosing the right knives for wilderness and many other precautions.

An inappropriate knife used for too long can also cause blisters, and getting blisters on your hands in the wilderness is easy to lead to infection, and festering wounds are even more troublesome.

Bi Fang had never elaborated on these points before, but seeing the machete reminded him of this issue.

Just right, he could save it for the next live broadcast.

Bi Fang noted this in his mind, sparing himself the monotony of the journey. Wanting to play on, he continued chatting with the audience.

“Also, I remember someone in our team once sat on his sleeping bag and felt something bulging against the inside of his thigh. After investigating, it turned out that a teammate had placed a knife on top of the sleeping bag, and then got busy with something else and forgot about it.

By sheer coincidence, the crease in the sleeping bag positioned the blade upwards at an angle. If this guy had been sitting a few centimeters off, it would have been much more painful.”

Bi Fang didn’t elaborate, but from the sound of it, the situation must have been serious. If off by a few centimeters, where would he have been stabbed?

The audience shuddered, feeling a tightness in their behinds, as if they could already see themselves bleeding out on the ground.

Oh man!

But Master Fang’s experiences are really diverse, seeming like he’s been everywhere, huh?

Add his age, and it’s just outrageous.

Look at those Special Forces contestants, not one younger than thirty, with kids already, and many foreign competitors with big beards, looking quite mature.

Is this the world of geniuses?

Speaking of which, who was it that let him retire? Do they not understand making the most out of resources? To actually let him go live streaming?

Decay, that’s just decay!

Unseen, Bi Fang harvested a portion of the audience’s admiration.

Bringing the topic back, Ji Zuodong was faced with a tough choice, which two items should he pick?

A medical kit goes without saying, as injuries and infections are highly probable in the wild. Having bandages and alcohol is like having a godsend.

Clothes and blankets are the same, the cold from their arrival is still vivid in memory. It’s gotten warmer in the last two days, but the nights are still unbearable, and rain would make it worse.

With twelve days’ time, encountering rainy weather is highly likely.

Every single item in the cabin was undoubtedly very useful. It was truly distressing to see them and have to give them up because of the rules.

After much contemplation, Ji Zuodong made up his mind and finally picked a sleeping bag and a machete.

A sleeping bag is very useful in the wild. Now, with the weather being relatively cold and fewer poisonous insects and snakes, there’s no need to build a shelter if you’re in a rush. Just spread out the sleeping bag and sleep on the ground for strong warmth.

Not to mention the machete, though many people don’t know how to use it, this definitely does not include Ji Zuodong.

Tying the thin rope of the sleeping bag around himself, Ji Zuodong carried the machete, took one last look at the cabin, reluctantly left, but just as he was about to step out of the cabin.

A rustling of footsteps on dry leaves startled everyone.

The audience then suddenly recalled that there was still one person near the cabin, and he was about to arrive!

Bonuo arrived in front of the cabin, gasping for breath, and before he had the chance to rest, he saw Ji Zuodong walking out of the wide-open wooden door.

Bonuo immediately became furious, thinking about how he hurried for three days with hardly any food, only taking action when encountering a reindeer herd. And now someone else reached the cabin before him.

In an instant, anger surged from his heart, and malice arose on the brink of action.

“Stop! Leave the items!”