Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness-Chapter 908 - 904: Mutual Destruction

Given the high likelihood of blood vendetta between the two, they definitely couldn't both be buried in the same pit.

Once Bi Fang had huffed and puffed under the tree to dig out two deep pits and neatly arranged the skeletons inside, the sun had already set.

"Phew, there's just not enough time, feels like I hardly did anything and it's already getting dark."

The twilight cast a dark golden halo around Bi Fang as he held the stone shovel, flattening the last inch of soil and wiping the copious sweat from his brow.

The evening breeze was soothing as it brushed against his skin, making it all the more comfortable.

Plus, without the annoyance of mosquitoes, it was even better.

Usually, mosquitoes are less during the day and more at night, but in Kenya it's the opposite, mainly due to local temperatures.

In the evening, as the temperature drops sharply, when it falls below 17℃, mosquitoes generally stop biting, and with no water bodies nearby, it's hard to find them.

This mirrors the low activity of mosquitoes in mid-low latitude regions where daytime temperatures are too high.

Thus, even though the mosquito repellent smeared on Bi Fang's body had been wiped off with his sweat, there was no need to worry about being covered in bites.

"As evening falls, many carnivorous animals become active, we need to hurry and find a safe place to spend the night."

Bi Fang placed a cross made from branches on one of the graves.

While burying, he discovered one of the skeletons was wearing a cross necklace, presumably a Christian, so he conveniently made and placed a cross there, but the other had no information, no identification, so he didn't place anything.

Many viewers in front of their screens called this thoughtful.

Now during the rainy season, half a month later, the barren patches of soil under the tree filled because of the added soil would be covered with green grass, and no one would know that beneath lay the bones of two bodies.

"Let's go!"

Picking up his backpack, Bi Fang called out to Harley in the distance, but did not summon him back.

This nearly mature cheetah, currently standing on the hillock and staring into the distance, was unlike its usual scouting left and right; it seemed to have targeted something, with its gaze fixed in one direction.

Since Bi Fang had taught the cheetah multiple times to keep a lookout while resting, Harley seemed to have ingrained it into its instincts, always finding a hillock to perch on and rest whenever free, perfectly executing the watch-duty.

Following the cheetah's gaze, they spotted a small thicket.

Bi Fang's eyes saw clearer; in the thicket, he identified a big-sized rat.

No, wait, it should be a rabbit.

"A dassie rat, looks like our cheetah has targeted its hunt."

Facing the fiery red sunset in the west, Bi Fang had to squint to check the target, explaining to his audience about the origin of the target like a spotter beside a sniper.

With Bi Fang's clue, the audience also spotted the creature in the thicket that looked extremely similar to a rat but was bigger than the usual rabbit.

"Don't be fooled by the dassie rat's resemblance to a prairie dog, and even its more pointed snout; it's not a mouse but belongs to the Hyrax family."

"There are two common types of hyrax in the savannah, one is the 'Eastern Tree Hyrax' which stays in trees during the day and comes out at night, and the other is the sun-loving 'Rock Hyrax'."

"As night approaches, the fact that it's still active makes it undoubtedly a dassie rat."

"Here's something interesting, don't be fooled by its small size, but if you go back far enough, these creatures share a common ancestor with elephants, their skeletal and muscular structures are almost the same."

"They are also distant relatives of manatees and dugongs."

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[Kids, do you have many questions?]

[If an elephant stepped on it, wouldn't it be squashed?]

"[It can't be said that it's not alike at all, only that it's totally unrelated]"

Shuiyou were shocked by the stark contrast in body size between the two, unable to imagine that a rabbit, almost the size of a groundhog, furry and with a pointed nose and cheeks, could possibly be related to the largest land animal, the elephant. It was truly surprising.

In fact, the dassie rat shares a common ancestor with several animals.

During the evolutionary process, this common ancestor evolved in different directions: one line gradually became large and adapted to an aquatic life, resulting in today's manatees and dugongs; another became even larger, giving rise to today's elephants; yet another line shrank, resulting in today's dassie rat.

There might be other directions not yet discovered by humans, or perhaps they have long gone extinct.

"I heard from the visitor center in the Serengeti that these dassie rats are very clever, they act cute to beg for food from tourists."

"But this isn't the visitor center, dassie rats are very agile, skillful, and they enjoy living in the trees, excelling in climbing. On the other hand, I've said many times that, because cheetahs' claws are semi-retractable and not suitable for gripping tree trunks, their climbing ability is quite poor. Therefore, whether Harley can catch the dassie rat remains to be seen."

Having said that, Ben stopped talking and focused all his attention on the intensely focused Harley.

Harley moved from laying down to standing, his gaze never straying.

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Unaware of the imminent danger, the dassie rat in the bushes gnawed at tender leaves. Night was approaching, and after resting all day, it was ravenous, chewing voraciously on the leaves in front of it.

By this time, Harley had come down from the mound, lowering his center of gravity and silently approaching his target.

Just when everyone thought a tense hunt was about to unfold again, a piercing howl echoed across the savanna.

The sound was too dreadful, startling everyone.

The dassie rat, deeply engrossed in eating, now realized something was wrong and in a flash disappeared into the bushes, turning into a dark shadow. When people saw it again, it was in the canopy of a tree not far away, the whole process taking no more than five seconds.

Harley looked around briefly and quickly returned to Ben's side, as if seeking some sense of security.

Ben stood up, moved to the mound where Harley had been, and looked in the direction of the sound from an elevated position of about three to four meters. He saw a herd of African buffaloes, infamous as widow-makers.

The herd of African buffaloes seemed somewhat agitated, with the calves being shielded in the center of the group.

Of course, African buffaloes couldn't have made such a sharp and penetrating sound. It was actually coming from a group of hyenas near the buffalo herd.

It was the hyenas again.

Seeing these old acquaintances once more, Shuiyou couldn't help but remark how enemies often cross paths, and it was no wonder they're seen everywhere in Africa.

However, this time, their situation seemed dire, resembling an internal conflict, as the group surrounded and attacked a limping hyena.

After zooming in, thanks to the high resolution, people could even see the attacked hyena's opened belly, revealing pink intestines.

Even its head had a big hole, with half an ear drooping, exposing the fresh red muscle tissue underneath, another hyena lunging forward to bite at this wound while the injured hyena twisted its head desperately trying to fend it off.

The painful howl had no doubt come from the wounded hyena.

Ben had only glanced once to understand roughly what had happened.

"This group of hyenas probably hasn't caught any prey in a long time. They attacked the group of buffaloes but failed. One of the lower-ranked hyenas got hurt, and it's a severe injury. Look at the injured hyena's abdomen, it's too far for me to see clearly, but it's almost certain it was caused by being gored by a buffalo horn."

As Ben talked, one of the three drones quickly moved closer to film, allowing the audience to soon confirm this view. The shiny big hole on the side was too apparent, a wound not likely inflicted by a hyena.

"Lower-ranked hyena, severely injured, long unsuccessful in hunting, the clan is now ready to turn on its own."

Witnessing this scene and hearing Ben's analysis, the audience felt nothing but horror and fear.

The sky wasn't completely dark yet, but Ben had already switched the screen to black-and-white to reduce the visual impact.

What happened next was just as Ben had predicted, the scene so intense that he had to move the camera away, but the sound did not disappear, leaving viewers listening to the hyena's agonizing cries, their skin crawling with goosebumps.

Even more gruesome was that the hyena, with its enormous vitality, though its lower half was gutted and scattered, the wounded hyena still tried to rise from the ground, struggling a few times.

"Let's go, this place is no longer safe."

Even Ben felt uneasy witnessing this scene, he called Harley who was nearby and quickly left the area.