Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 57

Chapter 56: It’s Over There

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If you are in the city and encounter a blizzard, you can simply take shelter in your home, warm and comfortable, but in the wilderness, facing fierce winds, heavy snow, and low temperatures, it is undoubtedly fatal.

The howling wind, the cold climate, the heavy snowfall, and even the potential avalanche—all these threaten Bi Fang’s life at every moment.

Watching Bi Fang, who was huddled in a snow cave and still persisting with his live broadcast, the audience in front of the screen felt their hands and feet turn icy, as if the storm was beating against their own faces.

“If a blizzard hits while you’re in a tent, we must shake the tent to prevent it from collapsing under the snow, and also ensure the snow does not block the ventilation. There have been incidents where people suffocated and died in tents or snow caves when the entrances and vents were clogged by snow.”

“And once you’re buried alive, remember to keep calm, because the more you panic, the faster your heart beats, which only increases your oxygen consumption, so you must not rush.”

Bi Fang, holding the drone, lay in the snow cave and shouted at the trembling camera.

The wind outside was too strong, and although the drone provided by the System was supposed to withstand it, this was undoubtedly unfathomable— who designs drones that can withstand hurricane-force winds above 80 kilometers an hour?

“Now, I’ll show you howto survive and self-rescue when you’re buried alive in snow!”

Crazy!

The audience in the live stream all shared the same thought upon hearing Bi Fang’s words.

It wasn’t that they didn’t believe in Bi Fang, but being buried alive was just too terrifying; many people just hearing the word felt it difficult to breathe.

[Holy shit, is being buried by snow really that scary?]

[Should be, right? I’ve often heard news about avalanches, and not many survive.]

[Don’t go down there, Master Fang, it’s so dangerous you could lose your life.]

[Master Fang talks about a minor incident in every live broadcast, how come he hasn’t learned his lesson?]

As the audience in the live stream worried, Bi Fang had already shoveled snow around him, completely covering his body. The swirling snowflakes swiftly accumulated, burying him completely in just a moment.

Suddenly, there was complete darkness all around, and the drone automatically switched to night mode for filming.

[It’s so claustrophobic, I’m already finding it hard to breathe (angry).]

[Suddenly feeling really anxious.]

[Everything looks exactly the same around, how do you crawl out?]

[Damn it, always challenging the limits of the audience’s hearts and blood vessels, might not be illegal, but it’s immoral!]

Under the layer of snow, Bi Fang also struggled to breathe, weighed down by the snow. The blizzard was constantly thickening the snow on top of him, like layers and layers of heavy blankets that were warm but suffocating. Before long, breathing became difficult.

Whispering to the camera, Bi Fang said, “You see, after being buried alive, we can’t even tell which way is up or down, and it’s even harder if you’re buried head-down due to blood rushing to your brain, so to figure out which way is up, we must rely on something, and that is gravity!”

“Gravity always pulls us straight down, and that’s the key to our escape. When we can’t tell up from down, we can use the direction of our saliva dripping to guide us.”

“Normally, if you’re buried, it’s pitch black, and you can’t see anything, so a compass is useless. In that case, you just need to open your mouth, wait for your saliva to flow, if it does, that means the direction in front of you is down towards the ground, and vice versa.”

Saying that, Bi Fang opened his mouth, but after a while, when he didn’t feel any liquid dripping, he knew he was facing the correct direction.

Bi Fang’s face began to turn red from the pressure, but without hesitation, he started digging in front of him.

“Since the space is confined, we can’t stretch out our body. At this time, digging snow is like swimming, moving the snow from in front of us to behind, which requires a lot of skill.”

Bi Fang slowly moved the snow bit by bit. The intense effort began to increase his consumption of oxygen, causing his breathing to become heavy, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t get enough air.

“Usually, if a person buried in snow is found within fifteen minutes, the survival rate can reach 90%. This is the golden window.”

“After 45 minutes, the survival rate drops to 20-30%, and since we’re actively trying to survive, the exhaustion is faster, so we must be quick, otherwise we may run out of oxygen. Once we pass out from lack of oxygen, we’ll have no chance to climb out to the surface.”

In the dark surroundings, the audience could only see Bi Fang throwing snow in a very strange position, twisting from time to time to shove the snow behind him.

Fortunately, although the snow covered him quickly, because the hole Bi Fang had dug wasn’t deep, after only digging a bit over a meter, he felt it became much easier in front of him.

Not long after, his two hands, one after the other, broke through to the surface. Then slowly, like pulling out a radish, he completely emerged from the ground, successfully escaping!

[Awesome! That’s really freaking badass!]

[Nothing can trap Master Fang. That’s a true master of survival!]

[The title of master is well deserved!]

[Truly mind-blowing! ]

[Lord Mu gifted the host 3 yachts—Can we go skiing in the Alps Mountains together next time?]

[Pete the Undemanding gifted the host 66 Big Bones—Master Fang, from now on, you are my big brother, dear big brother! ]

[Nanana is me gifted the host 1 Spaceship—I never thought that one day I would actually donate to another streamer, and twice at that!]

Bi Fang returned to the ground, took deep breaths, shook off the snow on his legs, and laid down again, looking at the sky ravaged by the blizzard and laughed.

“This snow is really heavy, I estimate it will still take several hours to completely stop, so we have to lie down for a while, I guess what follows will be a rather boring time. Maybe you can leave to do something else first.”

[Suddenly became a salted fish…]

[Such a sudden change in style.]

[In front of nature, humans really seem so tiny.]

[When the snow stops, kick me.]

[First time seeing a streamer encouraging people to leave, a fresh breeze in the streaming world! ]

“However, air is a convective medium. Although we have temporarily taken refuge in a snow pit, cutting off most of the convective heat and slowing down the rapid loss of heat, so we don’t feel cold.”

“But staying inside for a long time without the addition of heat is very dangerous. It’s the same principle as boiling a frog in warm water, creating a sensation illusion. By the time you actually start to feel cold, often your physical energy is no longer sufficient to maintain your normal physiological and metabolic functions, and you might not even be able to walk out of the snow pit.”

” So we must do some activities to get our bodies burning.”

Inside the snow pit, Bi Fang propped himself up with his hands and started doing push-ups as a way to generate heat by burning calories.

Wind whipped up the heavy snow, howling low, under the dark sky a tiny figure was doing push-ups, trying to warm up.

[Feels so creepy.]

[Yeah, this environment looks scary. Isn’t Master Fang afraid, being alone out there?]

“Haha, of course I’m afraid,” Bi Fang said, panting and laughing.

“After all, humans are social animals. Being alone in the wilderness is inconvenient for anything, and one is sure to worry about accidents of this kind or that, so I emphasized from the first live stream that a positive attitude is very important in survival.”

“If you get scared, just think about your friends, your family, imagine a delicious feast and the new games after successfully surviving. Luckily, I have you guys to chat with, so it’s not too lonely.”

[Now I feel bad for leaving…]

[Hahaha, me too. Thinking that Master Fang needs me, I can’t bear to leave.] [You call that need? You just crave Master Fang’s live streams!]

[A feast and games? One can tell Master Fang doesn’t have a girlfriend (jokingly)]

Just as everyone was joking around, Bi Fang suddenly stopped his actions, sat up in the snow pit, and pricked up his ears.

Just now, it seemed like there were some different sounds mixed in with the wailing winds.

Bi Fang wondered if he was tricked by his own ears. He turned his head to look at the drone, “Did you guys hear anything?”

[Nope, didn’t hear a thing.]

[With the wind this strong, how could you hear anything?]

[Don’t scare me, Master Fang, this wind sounds like a ghost wailing. Am I too cowardly?]

[Impossible, after all, since the founding of the nation, we’ve not allowed such spirits, and we’re successors to Marxism, so we don’t believe in those things.]

“But it really seemed like sounds were coming from over there.”

Bi Fang turned to look to one side, pointing with his hand.

The piercing wind swept across the snow, blowing furiously.

In the pitch-black forest, only the mourning sound of the wind brushing past remained, as if the sound heard before never existed, a mere auditory illusion created by the wind.