Day six in the Banna Rainforest, early morning.

Bi Fang’s head was splitting with pain. He came to a fire pit, poured in some clear water, and in its reflection, his eyes were full of bloodshot strands.

“Damn it, it’s a real bloodbath.”

He had thought he found a good spot, but he hadn’t anticipated this. Exhausted, Bi Fang turned on the live stream and habitually said good morning.

On the other side of the ocean, in Ugly Country, Peter was just about to go to sleep when he received Bi Fang’s live stream notification. After hesitating, he withdrew the hand that was about to turn off the light.

“Uh, just half an hour, I’ll watch for another half hour and then go to sleep.”

Pulling over a cushion to sit on the bed, Peter hurriedly opened the APP. Right then, footsteps came from the corridor.

Peter shuddered, reaching for the light switch as though he was electrocuted.

Click.

The room plunged into darkness.

After a while, the voice of his aunt came from outside the door, “Peter? Aren’t you going to sleep?”

Peter was at the height of embarrassment but dared not to reply, instead, he completely covered his head with the blanket.

“If you don’t get up for school tomorrow, you’re done for.”

After waiting for a moment, the footsteps gradually faded away, and in the dark room, only the sound of breathing remained.

As Peter caught his breath, he peeked out from under the blanket, grabbed his phone again, and just as he turned it on, a pair of eerie crimson eyes filled the entire large screen in the pitch-black room, staring dead at him.

A strange scream sounded, and Peter buried himself in the blanket, yelling once more.

“I’ll never stay up late playing on my phone again!”

[Damn, what’s up with Old Fang? Why are his eyes so red?]

[What did you do last night? To end up like that?]

[Damn it, I just came in and was stared down by a pair of bloody eyes, scared me for a moment, thank goodness it’s broad daylight]

The audience was startled, unable to understand how Bi Fang ended up like this overnight. Did he stay up all night?

No, people stay up all night on their phones, or work, but what about staying up all night in the rainforest?

It’s dark and dangerous.

Bi Fang scratched his messy hair and yawned. He hadn’t slept well and was listless. In response to the audience’s questions, he stood up, following the lingering scent in the air, arriving at a spot among the viewers.

Among the many dead leaves and creeping vines, a purple plant had fallen and was not getting back up. It seemed to have been ravaged, with its roots repeatedly smashed by something.

“There, that’s the culprit that kept me awake all night.”

Remembering the events of the previous night, Bi Fang was filled with rage. He had been sleeping soundly when suddenly a foul stench woke him up.

Oh boy, it wasn’t just a normal stink; it was as if a pile of dead fish had been heaped up and then covered with feces, with a large drying machine constantly toasting underneath. The unique smell was unrelenting.

Just waking up, Bi Fang had no idea what was happening, thinking he had encountered something monstrous. With trepidation, he lit a torch and began searching nearby, following the scent to the plant in front of him.

Of course, when he first discovered it, it wasn’t like this; it was still intact.

How sensitive Bi Fang’s nose was! He could hardly bear it. Overwhelmed with rage, he chopped it to pieces.

Unfortunately, the smell had already spread. For the rest of the night, Bi Fang could only struggle, unable to sleep, tormented.

At this moment, Bi Fang’s voice was somewhat nasal, “Walking through the rainforest at night is very dangerous, you cannot discern direction and it’s easy to encounter animals out hunting. So, I just had to stay in a tree hole, then scatter some lemongrass fragments around, hoping to alleviate the smell a bit.”

[Hahaha, sorry, I couldn’t help it]

[Ah, this, how bad does it have to stink to keep you from sleeping?]

[Wait, I think I’ve seen this thing before, is it a konjac?]

Bi Fang nodded, “The Tuberculate Voodoo Lily of the Araceae family, it blooms first and then the leaves come out. The flower is huge, and at night it suddenly heats up and releases a foul smell to attract dung beetles for pollination.”

To attract dung beetles for pollination?

“Pfft.”

In the subway, an audience member who was watching a live stream suddenly laughed out loud. After noticing the stares from people around, they sheepishly toned down their smile.

[We police are professionally trained, no matter how funny it is, we never laugh, unless we can’t help it, hahaha!]

[I didn’t think much of the smell of this flower before, but when I heard it attracts dung beetles for pollination, I couldn’t hold it in]

[What do you call vivid and lively, tactical retreat!]

Bi Fang sighed, feeling utterly drained. He hadn’t anticipated the real danger here wasn’t the Zhoushan cobra, but this tiny konjac flower.

“Well, it’s already been chopped down, let’s not waste it.”

His luck truly wasn’t great, the Tuberculate Voodoo Lily generally entered a rapid growth phase during the rainy season, releasing a rancid, fishy smell.

And what’s most peculiar is that the spadix inside the flower would quickly heat up, helping to spread the stored stench to attract flies and beetles that fed on rotting flesh to come and consume the pollen.

It literally baked the scent in, and you can imagine how torturous the smell was.

The most outrageous part was that a spadix only bloomed for about 3 to 4 days, not earlier, not later, and he just happened to encounter it. Who could he even complain to about this?

“Although I suffered throughout the night, there’s good news. Many farmers, when they encounter the Tuberculate Voodoo Lily in the wild, will take it home to use as pig feed, which has the effect of fattening them up. Moreover, its tuber is rich in starch and can also be used industrially as an adhesive.”

[Ah, pig feed, is this even edible?]

[Pigs and humans are omnivores, why wouldn’t it be edible?]

[Feels weird, but Master Fang is awesome, able to eat anything!]

“What’s the big deal? I haven’t had carbs in a long time, and I’m feeling weak all over. Good thing I can take this with me, as if I’ve found wild sweet potatoes.”

Bi Fang dug up all the soil at the base of the konjac, revealing a large tuber exposed to the air that indeed resembled buried sweet potatoes.

The tuber was also very large, much bigger than the wild sweet potatoes, almost as if it had been grown in a field.

After digging up the source of his torment all night, Bi Fang felt much more at ease all over.

Using the Stone Dagger, he dug up a piece and stuffed it directly into his mouth.

Bi Fang chewed a few times: “Hmm, the texture is nothing like sweet potatoes, very dry and fibrous, with a faint sweetness. It’s edible, but not very tasty.”

After eating a few pieces as breakfast, Bi Fang tossed the remaining tubers into his backpack and followed the direction he had left from the day before.

“I initially planned to solve the basic problems of food and shelter in the first five days to secure a stable living condition and then focus on iron smelting. But it seems that’s not really possible now. No matter, plans can’t keep up with changes. Faced with different situations, we must adapt accordingly.”

If he could catch some large mammals, then he wouldn’t need to worry about his salt intake, but unfortunately, Bi Fang hadn’t caught any for five consecutive days.

It was either bad luck or he hadn’t chosen the right method, but this was the norm in the wilderness.

“Even the Bengal tiger only has a hunting success rate of around thirty percent, which means only three out of ten attempts are successful. For wolf packs, it’s even lower, between ten and twenty percent.”

The audience was stunned. That low?

[The hunting success rate for tigers is only that? And wolf packs aren’t any better]

[I feel like Old Fang’s success rate is pretty high. He seems to catch whatever he sees, awesome!]

[Humans should naturally be higher. We are animals of experience, knowing how to use our brains and patterns to hunt specifically. Though not statistically counted, I think the top hunters are like Old Fang]

[Plus one, the human brain is a weapon. I laughed when I saw someone say that humans can’t beat any large animal barehanded. This isn’t a fair fight to begin with. It’s only fair when you have a spear and a shield]

[Anyone who talks about strength by fighting wild beasts barehanded is just being ridiculous.]

[The evolution of the brain was meant for creating and using tools, just like how beasts evolved sharp teeth and claws. There’s no point in handicapping ourselves in a fistfight. Why evolve a brain then? For fun?]

Not allowing the use of brains and tools is like removing a tiger’s fangs and claws.

Bi Fang couldn’t agree more.

The brain is the advantage of human evolution, muscles, claws, and teeth are the advantages of fierce beasts. If you really want a fair fight, then you should allow individuals to utilize their initiative, not tie down their brains.

It makes no sense to give up one’s own advantage to engage in so-called “fair fight” with another’s advantage.

Of course, firearms don’t count, those are the crystallization of human collective advantage, industrial achievements, considered as cheating, but wooden spears, wooden shields, are all things an individual can create.

Pushing aside the bushes in front of him, Bi Fang squatted down and swept away the dead leaves on the ground to reveal the obvious hoof prints of the ox once again.

“It seems the Wild Baizhi Ox has been walking along the riverbank all this time.”

Bi Fang lifted his gaze toward the distance, not far from the trail of prints was a river.

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