Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 902 - 898: As everyone knows, videos can’t be photoshopped

Bi Fang's self-mockery brought a knowing smile to the audience's faces, filling the live stream room with a lively atmosphere.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"An unprecedented path"

"I was wondering why 'African Tree Snake' sounded so familiar, turns out I'd heard about it before (Dog's head)"

"Compound Potion is really something, I often get bold and innovative ideas thanks to it, haha"

"I don't know what you guys are thinking, but I can be certain it's nothing good"

Limited by their Muggle abilities, the African Tree Snake before them could only be used to satiate hunger and couldn't be turned into the much-enjoyed Compound Potion.

But even as sustenance, the snake meat was of little use to Bi Fang.

In the wild, to avoid parasites, snake meat had to be cooked until nearly charred, making it taste like chewing on burnt rubber, not delicious at all.

If it had been the first few days on the savanna, snake meat might have been a decent food option, but now, after several rounds of hunting, Bi Fang had more food than he could finish.

He had plenty of meat and vegetables, and even fruits to serve as dessert and provide him vitamins – he wasn't lacking this little bit of meat between the teeth.

However, having caught it, he couldn't just set it free immediately.

Otherwise, if the snake were witless enough not to flee after release and found somewhere nearby to coil up, and Bi Fang failed to notice when he returned from exploring the cave… getting bitten again...

Snakes, with their small brains and evolution directed towards saving energy as cold-blooded animals, weren't getting any smarter—doubts about their intelligence were justifiable, and their memory was even more limited; such behavior was possible.

Reluctantly, Bi Fang had to rummage through his backpack, completely wrap the snake in animal hide, tie the ends with a rope, and toss the squirming skin bag into his backpack as if that settled the matter.

He would deal with the release later, after coming out.

Since he hadn't explained his actions to the audience, the people in front of the screen simply thought that Bi Fang had captured the snake alive for another purpose, possibly to extract venom, or maybe just to enjoy something fresh, so they didn't pay it much mind.

Having secured his "spoils of war," Bi Fang shouldered his backpack, not giving a second thought to the dangerous close call he just had, torch in hand, he continued deeper into the cave.

What met the viewers' eyes was still the sinister and unsettling dark passageway.

Since no harm had come, it was deemed a minor issue—such was Bi Fang's true line of thought.

But others did not feel the same way.

Venomous Snake!

And he caught it with his bare hands!

He had caught a venomous snake in the midst of an attack with his bare hands! It would have been something if he'd simply swept it away with a stick, but to cut it off mid-attack and grab it directly by the head was the ultimate difficulty level. The impact of the scene was even more unbelievable than what you'd see on TV, and he had portrayed it as if it were nothing?

"Lord Mu has given the host 66 yachts—Almost fooled there, can anyone tell me if humans can actually do that?"

"Immortal Who Doesn't Eat Scallions has given the host 1 Spaceship—Don't get the magic joke, but Master Fang's reaction speed is insanely strong!"

"Actually, it's not as hard as you think to do what I do. If you frequently interact with snakes and observe their attack patterns, you'll realize their attacks can easily be predicted and aren't as absurd as the legends say, of course, I can't do it."

"Of course, I can't do it—that's too real."

"Hello everyone, Master Fang is my boyfriend, though we haven't made our relationship public yet, haven't met the parents, don't live together, have never been blessed by friends or family, I've never cooked him a meal, don't have his phone number or WeChat, but my mouth is my own, and what I say goes"

The barrage of gifts was continuous, with golden ribbons fluttering on the screen.

Every minute, the stream of gifts far exceeded the monthly salary of an ordinary office worker, which was truly envy-inducing. Still, envious as people could be, no one dared to covet this bowl of rice.

The source of this c𝐨ntent is freeweɓnovēl.coɱ.

It was too heavy; the bowl was filled with hard stones, impossible for normal people to chew without shattering their teeth. Only Bi Fang, with his iron teeth and steel jaws, could munch them with a crunchy delight.

"[Did you know that in the time it takes a person to blink, a snake can strike four times?]"

"[Experienced people can catch with their bare hands, but that's when they understand the rhythm of a snake's attack. Master Fang's blindside move is outrageous, it must be more luck than skill.]"

"[Referee! I demand a drug test for Old Fang! Now, immediately, this instant!]"

"[Luck? Old Fang, someone's slandering you. Perform again and prove your strength.]"

Bi Fang wiped his nose: "There's no shortcut to this kind of thing, it's all about learning and practicing more."

"[Roll a single six]"

"[Try and you die]"

"The more you practice, the more you'll feel that being alive isn't so bad."

"[Hahahaha]"

...

At the foot of the mountain, a camouflaged pickup truck hid in the shadows, quietly staying in place, its tires caked with yellow dried mud.

The vehicle gave a slight shudder.

"Phew, this work is really exhausting. Finally, I can go back and get some good sleep. My back's about to be eaten alive by bugs." A black man with dreadlocks leapt into the pickup bed, clapping his hands against his body, sending up a cloud of dust.

Grace lifted her hand to wave away the dust, coughing twice: "Chaman, do you remember the last time you had a bath?"

"No clue, how long have we been here?"

"Damn, half a month? I bet you're already moldy."

"It's like this with our job, don't be such a girl, you're a thirty-six-year-old man."

Chaman tossed his dreadlocks back, ignoring Grace's sarcastic remark, leaned on the cushy backrest, making his spine fit perfectly, and then his chest puffed up and slowly deflated, repeatedly, as if exhaling all the fatigue with his breaths.

"Ah, coming back to life. Speaking of which, almost got gored by a water buffalo today. Hmm, you're watching that guy's livestream again?" After relaxing, Chaman glanced at Grace's phone and leaned in with interest, "Speaking of which, quite the coincidence, he seems to be on this very prairie, huh? What about it, want to avenge your 'brother'?"

Grace was annoyed, "I've told you many times, we're from the same family but not blood brothers."

"OKOK, whatever you say, you're just his loyal viewer." Chaman raised both hands in capitulation, "It's just that we found a good spot with signal out in the wild, just so happened to be bored, just so happened to be watching the show when I noticed it."

"Next time, I'm definitely complaining to the Boss, no way I'm going on missions with you again."

Chaman laughed heartily, "How many times have you said that, but in the end it's still us two."

Grace sighed; there was nothing she could do about it.

As Chaman said, though the guy was annoying to listen to, in terms of reliability, he was indeed commendable. Being annoying was negligible in comparison to dangerous situations.

Chaman pulled a bottle of mineral water from under the seat, gulped it down, and exhaled, "So, tell me, what great thing did this guy do this time? Those gifts are crazy, how much is a spaceship? Sixty bucks? Seventy? If I had that kind of money, no way I'd be doing this job."

Grace silently scrolled back a few minutes...

Chaman stroked his chin, saying earnestly, "Can you edit a live stream like you do a photo?"