Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 175

Chapter 175: Chapter 172: Listen to your brother’s advice; you can eat this.

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“OMG!”

Peter, using a translation app, watched a group of people sending gifts to compete for a reindeer head, his whole body frantically scratching his head.

Such a humongous reindeer head, and it was even hunted by Master Fang with a spear.

Oh my God, that’s so cool!

With that alone, he could invite girls over to check it out!

Wants it so bad!

But no money!

Peter yanked out a handful of hair, even if he took out all his allowance, it wouldn’t be the fraction of these gifts!

He scratched his head in frustration, having worked hard doing chores all week, his aunt and uncle only gave him 20 US dollars.

“Please, a fan lottery, there has to be a fan lottery, then I still have a chance!”

As a white person, Peter firmly believed in his lineage.

“Peter, Tony’s come over to hang out, you should learn from him, stop hugging your computer all day, come down!” his aunt’s voice came from downstairs.

Peter was startled and just about to go downstairs when he bumped right into Tony.

Tony, without any ceremony, opened the fridge, took out a can of Coke, and sat on the couch: “Hey, Peter, why haven’t you been out to play these days? Feels like forever since you’ve been out. Are you secretly studying behind my back?”

Peter scratched his head, it seemed that way, but he wasn’t secretly studying. These past few days, he went straight home to watch Master Fang’s live stream as soon as school ended, not having any time to hang out with friends, even his rich classmate Tony hadn’t been licked for days.

Wait a second, Peter suddenly froze, Tony is the son of the largest ranch owner in Texas!

He had no money to tip, but if he hooked Tony in, wouldn’t Tony’s tips be essentially his?

“Hey, Tony, check this out, I’ve found a super cool live stream!”

“Live stream? What’s so interesting about that? I never watch live streams.”

“This live stream is really amazing—it’s not only that the host has discovered prehistoric creatures, but he can also hunt reindeer with a spear!”

Peter excitedly pulled Tony toward the computer.

“Prehistoric creatures? Hunting reindeer? Alright, I’m a bit interested now.”

Tony sat down, pulled by Peter, curious about just what capability this highly praised host had.

“Oh, these two kids.”

Peter’s aunt, who had sent Tony upstairs, held her forehead, hoping that Tony could take Peter out for some activity, but why had they both sat down?

Kids these days, sigh.

…

Bi Fang was astonished by the viewers’ enthusiasm, especially Lin Chang and Yao Jun, who were competing with each other in sending gifts like bidding at an auction, spending money as if they were naming prices.

But this wasn’t an auction, and the money sent away couldn’t be taken back!

For a moment, Bi Fang didn’t know whom to give the reindeer head to; it indeed had a collectible value, but like before, having a lottery would be unfair to people like Yao Jun who had always supported him.

“Bringing it back is no problem, but I don’t have the conditions to turn it into a specimen on hand, bringing it back might just be a skull with antlers.”

[No problem, that’s even cooler, right?]

[Yes, even cooler!]

Yao Jun didn’t mind at all; he was determined to get the reindeer head hunted personally by Bi Fang, willing to fight with Lin Chang for it!

Seeing that the two were about to continue bombarding with gifts, Bi Fang hurriedly intervened.

“Alright, alright, I got it, no more tipping, how about this, when I get back I’ll pull a small group and have a lottery among you seven Emperors?”

This was the best solution Bi Fang could think of, leaving the decision to fate.

After waiting for a while, people like Yao Jun finally replied with a barrage of messages.

[Alright then, a one-in-seven chance, I’ll go pray to the gods when I get back, I must get it!]

[No objections]

“`

[I think we can fiddle a bit behind the scenes, acting all pitiful (.>︿<)_θ]

Yao Lina put on a cutesy act, too bad Bi Fang wasn’t swayed in the slightest. Seeing that everyone agreed, he continued processing the reindeer.

“For the indigenous Sami People living in Lapland, the reindeer is a treasure trove, especially its skin and fur. We can use it to make clothes or water bags. Look at how thick this is.”

The camera zoomed in, showing the long fur by the reindeer’s neck fluttering, at least as long as a finger!

“When I skinned the rabbit before, I laid it on the ground with its back down, but with large animals like deer, it’s best to hang them. Otherwise, it’s very difficult to skin, and you must be careful with the knife to avoid puncturing the innards.”

“But that takes a lot of effort and we don’t have enough time, so I’ll process it right here.”

Bi Fang made a small incision at the reindeer’s breastbone, inserted his fingers, then separated the incision with the knife, taking care not to puncture the innards.

He continued to create space under the animal’s skin with his fingers and cut more of the skin with the knife, making openings at the limbs. The overall technique was similar to that used for the rabbit, so there was no need to explain it again, just let the camera record.

The prey was large enough for the audience to see clearly.

After the procedure was finished, what followed was simply tearing it apart, which was quite laborious. With Étienne’s help, Bi Fang spent over ten minutes before he could procure an intact piece of reindeer skin.

“That’s so cool!”

Étienne held the reindeer skin, finding it hard to believe that he had helped Bi Fang skin it.

“Alright, next comes the main event, we’re going to process the ingredients.”

Bi Fang flexed his stiff shoulders and plunged a knife into the back of the reindeer, cutting all the way from the rear to the neck.

[Wow, he can still manage to process ingredients]

[Definitely, I feel like Master Fang is getting more comfortable in the wild. Before he had to eat earthworms, now he’s eating deer meat directly, tsk tsk tsk.]

[Is it really that smooth?]

“We’ll cut it open from the rear to the neck, then remove the innards. Beware, the smell might be very foul. So, you might want to consider wearing a makeshift mask to cover your nose and mouth.”

“Is it that exaggerated?”

Étienne was startled, and the next second, when Bi Fang pulled open the stomach, the reindeer’s innards slid out to the ground, releasing a potent smell that hit the back of the skull, as though tossing feces into a jar of sauerkraut and stirring it, then infusing it with stinky socks for a month.

“Ugh!”

Étienne couldn’t hold back and ran to the lakeside, kneeling and retching, all bile.

[Before, Master Fang always seemed so composed, but now I finally see what a normal person’s reaction is.]

[So real.]

[Master Fang doesn’t even flinch, but Little Wolf King is still not up to par.]

“I came prepared and I’ve gotten used to it,” Bi Fang laughed heartily.

It took a while for Étienne to recover, then he doubtfully asked, “Why does this thing smell so bad?”

“Big animals are all like this. You’ll get used to it. And do you know what reindeer like to eat?”

“What?”

“Barnacle Goose droppings,” Bi Fang pointed to Amu, who was standing idly by, “Reindeer subsist on low-quality plants like moss and lichen. Though they won’t starve, the quality of life is quite tough.”

“Not getting much nutrition from their bland diet, they’ll want something more savory, which is—they eat droppings. Barnacle geese can’t digest cellulose well, so even though they consume a lot, the grass and moss are not fully digested and are excreted along with the feces, which become treasured food for the reindeer. Sometimes the reindeer will even chase them away to quietly enjoy the feast.”

“Stop it,” Étienne covered his mouth and ran aside to vomit again, but having eaten only lichen all day, he had nothing else to throw up.

After removing the innards, Bi Fang pulled out the reindeer’s heart, which was as big as a human head!

Bi Fang brought the massive heart in front of the camera and, exhausted from the continuous labor, panted as he spoke.

“Here I can tell everyone for certain, theoretically, parasites can breed in any part of an animal’s body, even the brain is not an exception, but they will never reside in a heart unless it’s the blood-moving tapeworms, which is very, very rare, due to the heart’s rapid blood flow.”

“So if you are really desperate, eating the heart raw would be a very good choice, and it’s still warm.”

Bi Fang held the bright red heart, feeling the surge of acid in his stomach, and took a bite.

White teeth tore into red flesh, with blood sliding down from the corner of his mouth.

A primal and wild scene struck at everyone’s heart.