Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

The forest was a tranquil expanse of lush green.

The air was oppressively heavy and humid, as if one were inhaling not gas but boiling water.

Too hot, too vast.

The vast monsoon from the Western Pacific carried copious amounts of moisture from the ocean toward the land, washing over the forest time and again.

Tens of millions of tons of the Tsushima Warm Current formed a colossal python deep in the ocean, surging northward with great momentum. It separated from the Kuroshio, joined the Sea of Japan after passing through the Tsushima Strait, and entwined with the dormant cold python of the Sea of Japan, lifting dense fog.

Where the monsoon and the warm and cold currents met, a massive amount of moisture accumulated over Honshu Island of Japan, elevating the humidity to its peak.

Here, the seasons were always distinct, the rainfall always plentiful; even if the trees were all cut down, within a decade, another verdant grove would grow upon this land once more.

The white sweatshirt was soaked, indistinguishable if by sweat or the damp air, clinging tightly to well-defined muscles, revealing the beast tooth necklace beneath the fabric.

Bi Fang crouched behind a cedar tree, breathing the somewhat moist and stuffy air, about to go hunting, he tuned his body to its optimal state.

Like a tiger ready to pounce, coordinating every muscle, he stared intently at his prey up ahead.

The audience held their breath, having watched Bi Fang hunt countless times, yet they never grew tired of it.

So thrilling!

Every time, the fusion of strength and skill was a textbook example of hunting, perfect, powerful, the wisdom of humans.

Once, someone edited together all of Bi Fang’s combat scenes with the hunting of all feline animals, set to rousing music. In less than a day, it dominated the top spot in B Island’s daily views.

The stout roots, covered in mossy patterns, were exposed to the air, crawling out of the dark brown soil, drawing moisture from the atmosphere.

Within low shrubs, a chestnut-colored sika deer with white spots was nibbling on leaves.

The tall antlers indicated a mature male sika deer, stunningly beautiful.

The antlers arched to either side, with brow tines stretching forward, curving slightly inward, like smoothly rounded tree branches.

Bi Fang counted; the antler had four branches, which made him feel somewhat disappointed.

In zoos, it’s hard to see sika deer with complete antlers, because every year around mid-April, their old antlers fall off, and new ones start to grow.

The new antlers, fragile and not yet ossified, are covered in a layer of deep red velvet, with blood vessels in the underlying tissue arranged sparsely. This is what is commonly known as velvet antler.

By August, the velvet antler gradually ossifies, the velvet skin sheds off, and the deer’s antlers become hard and smooth. Come next spring, the antlers will fall off again, and new velvet antler will grow out.

The young male deer harvest their antler velvet around mid-June.

For adult males over two years old, it’s best to harvest when the velvet has grown into a second beam, the tips are concave, and the third branch has not emerged. At this time, the velvet’s quality is high, and its value is great.

Generally, the first cut is in late June, and the second in late August.

Now, mid-July, neither here nor there, perfectly in the middle, it meant nothing but the meat was worth taking.

Gripping the dart in hand, Bi Fang felt the ground, stood up from behind the cedar tree and inched closer; his movement was even slower, so slow that it was almost imperceptible.

The average time spent per step was about one minute.

This was a great test of strength, endurance, and patience, due to the slow movement, the muscles had to stay tensed, exhausting a lot of energy.

Bi Fang moved his hands in front of his body, breaking away as much as possible from the familiar human form, which not only helped him wield his weapon but also assisted in lifting his legs. The difference in silhouette also made him less likely to alert his prey.

When an unfamiliar object appears, an animal’s first reaction is curiosity, not like when they see humans, where their first response is to run away.

The leaves rustled in the wind, masking the soft sound of Bi Fang’s movements well.

The sika deer was quite sensitive by nature, perhaps a bit clumsy, but that didn’t hinder its agile movements, sharp hearing, keen sense of smell, and its rather poor vision.

With its delicate hoofs and quick speed, it was exceptionally skilled in climbing steeps and leaping with great bounds nimbly. Bi Fang had to seize the opportunity for a fatal strike.

More than ten minutes had passed, and Bi Fang, who moved slowly, finally crept within twenty meters of the Sika Deer—a distance he deemed worthy of a try with the Dart in hand.

If lucky, the deer might be taken down with one strike.

Just as Bi Fang was about to raise the Dart in his hand, the slow-witted Sika Deer seemed to suddenly sense something amiss, lifted its head, and looked around.

At this moment, the audience appeared even more nervous than Bi Fang, with barrage after barrage of comments flooding in.

[Damn, is it going to be discovered?]

[Just rush up and do it!]

[Is it over, are we going to lose this chance?]

In the commentary room, Kogawa Kobayashi and Shizuka Minamoto’s hearts skipped a beat as well; the situation where success or failure rested on a single move was too thrilling.

Missing the shot, humans, with their speed, would have no chance of catching this creature again.

"Are we going to fail?"

"No, we have to succeed!"

Surprisingly, as the Sika Deer looked over, Bi Fang did not seize the moment to launch an attack, but instead lowered his body and head, watching the deer only with his peripheral vision.

What was astonishing was that after briefly scanning the area, the Sika Deer actually failed to notice Bi Fang!

After it turned its head back, Bi Fang seemed to confirm the temperament of the deer before him and tried to get closer once more.

The closer he got, the higher the chance of success.

There was no doubt about it.

He lay on his stomach, placing his hands beside his shoulders, using his hands and toes to support his body, lifting himself about ten centimeters off the ground, moving forward, and then returning to the ground, shifting his hands and feet forward again, and lifting his body once more. The repetition made Bi Fang look like a comical inchworm.

But this was the best method to avoid alarming the animals and to reduce the sound of his own movements, a fairly flexible type of creeping.

Gradually, the distance closed to under twenty meters, and by the time he approached fifteen meters, the Sika Deer clearly sensed something, lifting its head more frequently and for longer.

Yet by the time it realized what was happening, it was already too late.

Bi Fang, his body fully bent like a bow, released the bowstring, and sprang from the ground as if shot out of a sprint, creating deep impressions in the soil from the great force. The moment his front foot touched the ground, his body stretched out, and the Dart was drawn back to its limit.

From still to dynamic, the deer instinctively leaped away in an attempt to escape, quickly covering three meters and pulling the distance back to twenty meters. However, even before it could land, the Dart, under tremendous torque, had already been launched with an unmatched force.

The sharp Flint Stone Spear pierced the air, emitting a piercing whistling sound.

Bi Fang had anticipated the escape route of the Sika Deer in advance. Deer generally are timid, and leaping is their subconscious reaction when attacked or startled, often not forward but to the sides, and towards terrains that are more open—a decision dictated by biological instincts!

Therefore, the moment the deer leaped, Bi Fang had already targeted the brushless soil on its right side.

The Dart, carrying blood, passed through the neck of the freshly landed Sika Deer. Its immense force brought the deer, which was over one meter long, to its knees upon impact.

It was knocked down by the colossal force and lay directly on the ground.

But it did not die; the Sika Deer’s major arteries and nerves were not pierced, just its windpipe was ruptured. It struggled to get up, but the second Dart quickly followed.

This one was more accurate, faster, and mercilessly aimed at the Sika Deer’s abdomen, thoroughly dyeing the chestnut red into a bloody red.

"Huh."

Bi Fang let out a long sigh of relief; hitting the abdomen and damaging the vital trachea, he could essentially declare victory.

Grasping the Spear behind him in his hands, Bi Fang approached the fallen Sika Deer.

The audience once again realized the terror of the Darts.

Two Darts, effortlessly taking down an adult male deer.

A Sika Deer’s body length is generally between 125 and 145 centimeters, shoulder height between 70 and 95 centimeters, and weight between 70 and 100 kilograms; this one was about one meter thirty in length and likely weighed around eighty kilograms?

Eighty kilograms, that’s already more than what most ordinary people weigh, some might not even reach that much.

If two spears can kill a deer, it indicates they could also kill a human with two spears, or maybe even one if aimed precisely. No wonder even the Black Bear gives way to the sharp edge of the Dart.

This is practically an ancient machine gun!

[Awesome!]

[No matter when or where, watching Old Fang hunt is always thrilling, truly satisfying!]

[I’ve tipped! All the Wolf Brush I earned this month, I’m giving it all to you, sob sob sob]

[Pizza Hut from Nanshan is gifting the host 1 Spaceship*]

Bi Fang squatted on the ground, the Sika Deer’s limbs still twitching. He took out a Harpoon and stabbed it toward the back of the deer’s head: "We can insert a dagger into the gap in the back of its head, destroying its brain, and that’s the fastest way to end its pain."

The moment its brain was destroyed, the Sika Deer instantly stopped twitching, and blood slowly spread on the ground.

Catching the Sika Deer, Bi Fang didn’t rush to process it but went to the place where it had been grazing earlier. He dug through the soil and found a section of black root in the area the deer had disturbed.

Pulling hard, he brought the black root out of the soil, and on the rough vine, there were several large spherical objects attached.

[Wow, what is this, potatoes?]

[Do potatoes in your home look like this?]

"It’s kudzu root, one of the Sika Deer’s favorite foods."

Bi Fang poured water onto the spherical object, revealing the black kudzu root. He sliced open the part that had been nibbled on by the deer, revealing the pale yellow interior with a texture similar to taro.

"During summer and autumn, Sika Deer will migrate to the shady slopes at the edge of forests, mainly feeding on vines and herbaceous plants such as kudzu vines, Chinese knotweed, Codonopsis, strawberries, and so on, all of which are their favorites."

"We can eat these things too. So if you get lost in the wilderness and see a deer, but unfortunately, you don’t catch it, you can check the area where it was for anything edible."

He cut off a piece with his knife and stuffed it directly into his mouth, muttering, "Kudzu root can be eaten raw like taro, it’s quite astringent, juicy, and has a faint sweetness to it. If you’re hungry, it can make for a decent meal."

After a taste, Bi Fang put the rest of the kudzu root into his backpack and took out a piece of rope, winding it around the antlers of the Sika Deer. He looked at the surrounding environment and, dragging the deer, arrived in front of a large tree, throwing the rope over a tree branch.

Pulling the rope, the entire deer was hoisted onto the branch.

For large animals, hanging and cutting is the best and quickest method, but it’s often difficult to handle alone because they’re too heavy.

This Sika Deer, weighing as much as a person, was just right for one person to handle, both in size and weight.

"Next, we’re going to hang it up, skin it, and remove the innards. These parts are edible, but we have enough food, and there’s really no need for that. Besides, dealing with the innards is such a hassle, and they smell strong. Out in the wilderness, I often choose to leave them behind."

With the Sika Deer hanging, blood dripped down from its head, merging with the wound on its abdomen, and slowly dripping off its hooves.

Bi Fang, holding the Harpoon, sharpened it and began to skin the deer from the head. As the bloody scene was about to be revealed, a massive blur of mosaic covered the viewers’ screens.

[olst]

[To be honest, I’ve actually turned eighteen years old and want to see the infantry (sly)]

[Mosaic is the stupidest invention in human history!]

Among the barrage of comments cursing their own mosaics, some recalled the moment of the hunt.

[I almost forgot, why didn’t the Sika Deer see Old Fang at that time?]

At that moment, the Sika Deer was practically looking straight at Bi Fang, but somehow it failed to notice him, which is really unscientific.

It wasn’t like this when catching rabbits before.

As Bi Fang pulled on the deer skin, he explained with difficulty: "It’s simple because the Sika Deer is, is colorblind."

Pulling off a swath of skin from one leg, Bi Fang caught his breath, his energy sapping due to the rising temperature.

Colorblind?

The audience paused, clearly not expecting this answer.

"Many times, a tiger is right in front of a deer, and it can’t tell, precisely because of this reason."

Because of color blindness, in the eyes of a deer, a yellow tiger and the surrounding green leaves have no color difference, and the stripes greatly confuse the deer’s ability to distinguish them, just like camouflage.

"In fact, not only sika deer, but the majority of mammals are colorblind."

"Cows, sheep, horses, dogs, cats, and others, can’t distinguish colors; reflected in their eyes are only black, white, and gray. Dogs can’t distinguish colors, so what they see is similar to looking at a black and white photograph."

[Holy crap, is that true?]

[Learned something new today.]

Many viewers began to realize for the first time that their pets at home are colorblind?

"Most mammals can’t discern colors, so even without camouflage, as long as they haven’t smelled you, you can get close enough to them to hunt."

"Additionally, pay attention to birds; birds can differentiate colors, and they are often the natural sentinels for wild animals."

"This is mainly due to evolution."

Two hundred million years ago, during the Mesozoic era, the dominant creatures on Earth were reptiles like dinosaurs, crocodiles, snakes, and lizards.

They are cold-blooded, and when the temperature drops at night, they need to hide and sleep, so they usually are active during the daytime.

On the other hand, most mammals are viviparous, and giving birth to a single offspring is very taxing. They cannot compete in numbers with reptiles, and it’s too dangerous to go out during daytime. But since mammals are warm-blooded, lower temperatures at night don’t affect them much, so they choose to be active at night, grab some midnight snacks, and live the nightlife.

Daytime belonged to the reptiles, but nighttime was the domain of mammals; it became an unwritten rule.

For mammals active at night, discerning the brightness of objects in the dark is much more important than seeing their color clearly.

What followed could be anticipated.

Over long evolutionary periods, most mammals lost the green and blue vision proteins and can only see a world similar to black, white, and gray, but they are able to spot prey under very dim light.

They also became more sensitive to moving objects, while their sense of smell developed further, and frequently processing a large amount of olfactory signals also made their brains more developed. Coupled with certain changes in their teeth and bones, their brain size increased, creating a unique set of survival advantages for mammals.

Later on, when dinosaurs became extinct, daytime also became the world of mammals.

But the fact that most are colorblind remained unchanged.

[Wait a minute, then why aren’t we colorblind?]

The audience was confused.

So why are humans so unique?

"Because primates need to discriminate which fruits are unripe and which are mature when they eat wild fruit. Mature fruits are generally red or orange-yellow, containing more sugar, providing more energy, and they taste better."

"Being able to distinguish between red and green fruits is a significant survival advantage. In the subsequent long process of evolution, primates regained color vision."

"Therefore, not only humans but also orangutans, monkeys, and baboons can see many colors just like we do."

The audience suddenly understood.

Awesome!

"So, our ability to see a colorful world today, we owe it to the food-loving nature of humans."

Bi Fang joked with the audience and redirected their attention back to the large deer in front of them.

As its artery had been punctured, more blood flowed down the deer’s hoof onto the ground, accumulating into a small pool of blood.

But aside from Bi Fang who occasionally looked down, no one else noticed that this pool of blood...

Was slowly pulsating.