Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 894 - 890: Swarm of Locusts

After leaving the scene where the wildebeest had been devoured,

Bi Fang set up a small camp with the cheetah.

It was getting late, and gathering materials was risky, so he simply dug a human-sized pit, inserted branches around it, stretched a hide over with a rope, and covered the top with leaves—all done.

After getting his fill, the cheetah snuggled beside the campfire, feeling the warmth while it digested its meal.

With time passing, the night on the African Savanna turned from cool to cold—a point worth noting.

Bi Fang had a strong physique, but Wilderness Survival was different from the comfortable human societal environment, constantly battling invasions.

Mosquitoes, hunger, fatigue, lack of sleep, and unbalanced nutrition were all debuffs to watch out for.

Of course, for Bi Fang, these might not be severe, but they were present, and if overlooked, could result in illness.

"All right, that's it for today's live stream. I'll see you around six in the morning tomorrow. I hope everyone can sleep early and rise early like me, maintaining a healthy body."

"Damn, six o'clock, I can't get up that early."

"My routine can't handle this regularity."

"Luckily, I'm in a different time zone, matches perfectly (Dog's head)."

"Master Fang's stream has greatly burdened my health. I hope he takes responsibility and thinks about the viewers' routines by extending the stream time."

"You're slapping my face with those words."

"Yan Country's map is too short."

Following his usual practice, Bi Fang said a few concluding words and turned off the live stream.

After ensuring the campfire was safe, he crawled into the pit to rest.

Worn out and desensitized, Bi Fang quickly fell into a deep sleep.

But in the middle of the night, within his dreams, Bi Fang vaguely felt the pit becoming narrower and upon reaching out, he found something furry had squeezed in.

Waking up early the next morning, sure enough, it was Harley.

The cheetah had curled up entirely on Bi Fang's thighs, making his lower legs slightly numb.

Bi Fang sat up, pushed the big cat away, pulled up his legs, and jumped out of the pit to start stretching his swollen, achy muscles.

The cheetah pushed into the pit wasn't quite awake, opened its eyes looking groggy, lifted its head, looked around, then lay back down like a child who enjoyed sleeping in.

Indeed, that was the case.

Wild animals don't attend school, work, or need to maintain their strength through exercise. As long as they hunted successfully, aside from protecting their cubs from danger, the next two days were pretty much spent sunbathing and sleeping—a far more comfortable life than that of humans.

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Seeing Bi Fang get up, the drone automatically rose and started the live stream.

"Good morning, friends around the world."

"It's evening here."

"Wuu, was just about to sleep, is the live stream starting now?"

"I'll watch for an hour (Dog's head)."

"Why not watch for exactly 17 minutes and 43 seconds?"

"I've just woken up and I'm still on the African Savanna, with a cheetah recently out of a conservation center, embarking on a journey back to the wild..."

He greeted the audience and introduced his mission and purpose to any newcomers.

"Breakfast is very important every day, providing essential energy for the long journey ahead, and it is crucial to keep your body at its peak."

"Also, it's important to ensure your immediate environment is safe, checking if any venomous snakes or small insects have crept close during the night or if there are any carnivores that have emerged to hunt at dawn."

"They could potentially pose a very deadly threat."

Bi Fang took a small clay pot out from his backpack, retrieved some small items from it, rekindled the fire, set the pot over it, poured in water and added chunks of smoked meat to start stewing.

This was a simple breakfast.

Flames licked the reddish-brown clay pot. With the water not yet boiling, Bi Fang took the time to take care of his personal hygiene and began cleaning up his surrounding area.

The dug-up pits were filled back in, and the cheetah that was pulled out had its eyes closed; it stood for a while before lying down again on the flat ground.

The water in the clay pot bubbled, the sliced smoked meat undulating in the frothing white water, vigorously sending up rich, white steam and spreading the aroma.

Unfortunately, the cheetah, having just had a big meal yesterday, wasn't hungry at all, not even the enticing aroma could awaken it.

Bi Fang ignored it, found two small branches, peeled off the bark, and crudely carved them into chopsticks. He then started to eat his breakfast, retrieving large pieces of meat.

"[Eating meat so early in the morning, isn't it greasy?]"

"[Wilderness Survivor, don't expect too much *Dog's head*]"

"[Having something to eat is good enough, just wonder how it tastes]"

"[Looks delicious]"

Each day, they got to experience the most authentic natural scenery and didn't have to worry about food and drink; the free lifestyle truly made many viewers envious.

Perhaps they did not yearn for such a rough life, but more for the freedom behind the scene and the admiration for Master Fang's powerful capabilities.

Do whatever you want, solve all difficulties.

Under Bi Fang's formidable survival skills, no hardship posed a barrier; this trait was perhaps the most precious and might be why he had become a global icon.

After finishing the meat slices, Bi Fang didn't waste the last of the soup; this stewed meat hadn't been eyed before, and after cooling down slightly, it served as an effective way to replenish fluids.

However, as Bi Fang waited for the scalding broth to cool off, a different and magnificent scene appeared on the horizon, forcing him to pause his actions.

Where the magnificent morning glow should have been has been obscured by a hazy layer of gray, as if a screen had been placed between heaven and earth.

The drone, noticing what Bi Fang was focused on, automatically adjusted its camera angle to capture this scene completely, immediately catching the viewers' attention.

"[What's that? So weird]"

"[Sssh, is Old Fang's drone broken, why is it so blurry?]"

"[It's not a problem with the filming, right? Looks like something real, are those insects?]"

"[If they are insects, isn't that too many? It's kind of scary]"

Viewers reacted differently, many even pulled out tissues, breathing on their screens and wiping repeatedly, thinking their own screens were dirty, while others believed it wasn't a problem with their device but with Bi Fang's filming equipment.

But as Bi Fang's gaze remained fixed and his expression serious,

Everyone quickly realized that this was something occurring in reality.

With the gray mist growing denser, expanding almost visibly, many viewers shuddered.

What was more terrifying was they felt the gray mist was approaching!

Bi Fang observed for a long time, and only when a fine friction sound reached his ears did he somewhat suspiciously make a judgment.

"That seems like locusts?"