Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 893 - 889: Two Worlds

The cheetah struggled to drag the young wildebeest, following behind Bi Fang, inching away from the perilous wildebeest herd.

The vast and stirring sound of galloping hooves gradually faded away.

Tens of thousands, perhaps even exceeding six figures of wildebeest, took more than just a few minutes, or even fifteen minutes, to cross the river; half an hour was the basic drill.

Few places in the world could boast such a high concentration of animal numbers like this one.

Millions of herbivores migrated single-mindedly, raising dust, while cheetahs and lions lay in wait in the grass for prey, vultures circled in the sky searching for carrion, and fierce crocodiles and irritable hippos stirred restlessly in the rivers...

All sorts of animals embarked on charges and hunts for the survival of their species, displaying the wild behavior of the survival of the fittest, happening every second on the African Savannah.

No words or images could shock the heart more than seeing it firsthand.

And it was precisely because he had seen it firsthand that Bi Fang was all the more aware of the dangers and horrors. Faced with predators starting to gather, he chose to take Harley on a wide detour to avoid them, retreating to a dense bush 300 meters away.

Predators usually launched their ambushes within a hundred meters; few would charge from a distance beyond that, as the chance of a miss was too high, almost guaranteeing failure other than a waste of energy.

Energy was precious in the struggle for survival in nature; not a bit could be wasted, all must be put to optimal use.

Most predators that spotted prey would choose to approach slowly, launching a sprint only within fifty meters. If detected too early, they generally wouldn't make any large moves.

By retreating with Harley straight to a distance of 300 meters, Bi Fang had essentially placed them in a safe zone, especially with bushes half the height of a person providing cover.

One man, one leopard, one wildebeest, completely vanished from the sight of the other wild beasts.

Several hyenas and lions that had set their sights on the cheetah withdrew their attention, continuing to focus on the feast within easy reach.

The sense of crisis pricking at his skin gradually dissipated, Bi Fang took out his hunting knife, ready to make the cut.

A scene everyone loved to watch.

Just as all the viewers in front of the screen thought the knife point would go towards the neck to bleed the young wildebeest, Bi Fang did not do so.

Anyone who has seen pigs slaughtered in the countryside knows that to kill a pig, one has to tie its four legs, lift it onto the table, then kneel one leg on the pig's body, hold the pig's chin with one hand, pull it back hard to expose the pig's throat, and with the other hand, thrust a sharp knife straight in.

The specific location is about one centimeter to the right of the center of the throat, at the first rib, thrusting towards the heart, then lift the blade sideways to cut the neck arteries and veins, without piercing the heart.

Killing the pig involves bursting major blood vessels, with the heart still contracting to squeeze out the blood.

If the heart is ruptured, the blood won't be drained cleanly and will spread inside the body, increasing the gamy smell.

After doing this, flip the knife and pull it out, and the blood will gush out with the blade.

This had always been Bi Fang's method.

Deer, cattle, bears, sheep all walk on four legs, and their internal organs are similar to those of pigs, with similar methods of slaughter.

But this time, Bi Fang didn't bleed the animal; instead, he directly stabbed into the chest cavity of the wildebeest, slid to the bottom in one go, and then made a cut on both sides, creating a horizontal "工"-shaped incision.

Inserting his fingers into the cut, Bi Fang grabbed the skin on both sides and pulled them apart with force.

The blood-red chest and abdomen were laid open, and although the weather wasn't very cold, wisps of steam could still be vaguely seen rising.

Even through the screen, in completely different spaces and times, it seemed as though people could smell the strong scent of blood and stench spreading through the air.

[This technique, why has it suddenly changed?]

[Even blurred with mosaic, it's still frightening]

"Teacher Fang, don't do this, I'm still eating."

"My nose seems to have sniffed an illusion."

"Huo, it's still steaming hot."

"Look at this large intestine, how fresh. It would be delicious to make 'Nine Turns Intestine' (Aunt laughs)."

As for the audience's misunderstanding, Bi Fang hadn't yet made an explanation, when Harley provided the answer directly.

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Facing the prey with its chest and abdomen cavities opened, as if unveiling a plate cover, the voraciously hungry Harley stood up, reaching out a paw to rummage through the organs, and quickly found the liver, which it was most familiar with and ate most often.

Having found what it wanted, the cheetah lay down and devoured the food covered in blood and bits of grass.

An unexpected scene, no different from the eating habits of wild animals that viewers had in mind.

This was the result Bi Fang wanted.

"I want to let Harley know which parts of the prey are the fattest, tastiest, and can better replenish its body's nourishment, and also to teach it how to obtain these parts."

"I still have a fair amount of jerky left in my bag and I'm not short on food, so there's no need to skin the prey or let its blood. My ultimate goal is for Harley to move closer to its wild state."

The cheetah crouched on the ground gnawing at the liver while Bi Fang squatted on the grass, explaining to the drone's camera.

"Another small detail."

"It's really not easy."

"What does being a 'child of nature' mean (tactically leans back)?"

A complete liver is quite large; for mammals, it is essentially the second-largest organ, next to the skin.

However, the wildebeest was not yet mature, and the cheetah's appetite was a bit larger, so after finishing the liver, Harley, licking its lips, did not rise from the ground but continued to rummage, seemingly still unsatisfied.

Bi Fang half-squatted and took a step forward, sinking the Hunting Knife into the heart, lifting it out in front of Harley, and throwing it in front of him.

Harley, startled by this sudden move, quickly got up and checked the heart for any irregularities before lowering its head to sniff it.

Only after confirming it was safe did it start to gnaw on the heart.

Then there were the kidneys...

The young wildebeest was larger than the cheetah, but not by much, about by half as much in size. After sequentially eating the innards, Harley's stomach was nearly filled.

The previously trembling ground returned to calm, only the indelible crimson on the river's surface and the persistent iron scent in the air proved that what had just taken place was not an illusion.

Bi Fang expanded his lungs and took a deep breath, the air mixed with a bit of dust pouring in, bringing a different sensation.

The horizon once again dropped below the earth.

A torch dispelled the darkness, illuminating the surroundings.

The entire environment shifted from noisy to silent, leaving only the indistinct sound of a beast gnawing on the bones of its prey, as if transitioning from one world to another.

"Time to rest."

After a day on the move, Bi Fang rarely felt some fatigue.

Now he needed to find a suitable place to sleep.