Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 339

Chapter 339: Chapter 337: High-Altitude Bird Nest Robbing

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Sunlight slanted in from the skylight, the sun gradually sinking below the horizon, a smear of blush red at the edge of the sky. The person standing on the rail spread his arms wide, and the daylight split him in two, half in light and half in shadow.

Bi Fang silently exhaled, slowly stepping out from the shadows.

Thirty meters below, Bi Fang seemed incredibly minuscule, as if about to be completely engulfed by the shadows behind him. But every time he was nearly swallowed, he took a step forward and embraced the light anew.

Light and shadow intertwined, clearly demarcated.

After a few steps, Bi Fang seemed to have found the knack for walking, the memory of balance long lurking in his muscles fully awakened, like scales of a snake unfurling one by one, using instinct to replace thought, guiding him step by step forward.

One meter.

Two meters.

Three meters.

Neither hurried nor slow.

Bi Fang’s arms were spread wide, his balance like the wings of migratory birds.

Even though indoors, it felt as if a vast wind blew beneath his feet. Bi Fang gazed ahead through the brightness; at this moment, the steel factory was like a small hill conquered beneath his feet. He stood high, overlooking the world, so close to the sunset yet so far from the world of humans.

Kolo Edward stared blankly at Bi Fang in the light and shadow. With the incredible resolution, he could even see the dust dancing in the beam of light.

Only a connoisseur understands a fellow expert. As a professional high-wire walker, Kolo was well aware of the difficulty of tightrope walking at a height of thirty meters. Even he would approach it with utmost care. He had expected Bi Fang to struggle, yet he walked with such ease, fluid and carefree, like an artwork come to life.

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As if treading on firm ground!

MeTube, Wolf Fang’s staff, made a snap decision, posting this scene on the homepage of the official website along with a warning sign.

Not for the faint-hearted!

Yet such a warning only served to draw a flood of new viewers, and the number of people in the live stream soared once again!

The overseas channel’s audience count instantly broke through one and a half million!

Bear in mind, this was only Bi Fang’s second live broadcast for the overseas audience, his third if including the trip to Yemen. Between the Discovery Channel, Bi Fang’s own legendary exploits, and MeTube’s promotion, reaching over a million viewers in three broadcasts was nothing short of a tall tale for other streamers.

For an ordinary streamer, even an audience of fifteen thousand, just one additional decimal point, would be a rare sight for a top streamer!

[Wow, so powerful, is he wearing special shoes?]

[Combat boots? Holy crap, that’s professional, awesome!]

[So cool!]

[What is he doing? The streamer seems so strong, Master Fang, how come I’ve never heard of him before?]

[No way, no way. Is there really someone who plays live streams and doesn’t know Master Fang? Just got internet in your village?]

[Catching birds lol!]

[???]

At this moment, everyone’s heart trembled with Bi Fang’s footsteps; the sound echoed in the high air, the beating of hearts pounding in chests.

Just as two-thirds of the journey had been crossed, the other side within reach, the audience able to catch their breath, Bi Fang suddenly halted, reached out to point ahead, and said in a low voice.

“Look!”

Following Master Fang’s arm to look ahead, two dark figures suddenly flapped their wings and landed on the rail in view of the camera, cooing incessantly.

Pigeons!

There really are pigeons!

Master Fang’s guess was right!

Seeing the harvest within reach, Bi Fang was quite delighted, yet he didn’t act rashly.

He began to constantly adjust his center of gravity, slightly bending his legs and slowly squatting down.

His movements were very slow and careful enough.

When his center of gravity dropped below half a meter, Bi Fang firmly grasped the steel rails with both hands, his muscles tensed to support part of his body weight. This allowed his legs to relax a bit before he gradually shifted his feet and slowly dangled them on each side of the rail, straddling it as he sat down.

Only after sitting down did Bi Fang relax and explain.

“For safety’s sake, let’s not walk on the rails anymore. It’s too narrow here, and if the pigeons get startled and rush over, we could easily be disrupted. At times like this, any slight change can trigger a chain reaction. Meanwhile, we can also look around to see where there might be nests.”

As he spoke, Bi Fang moved forward a bit but just as he did, his hands were covered in dust.

Even without a war, this is a place that wouldn’t be cleaned, and one can only imagine how much dust has accumulated over days and months.

Scraping it with his hand, it was almost half a finger thick.

Bi Fang felt his backside and, sure enough, it was all dusty. He laughed softly and said, “Looks like I’ll need to change my pants when I get back.”

[Is it really because of the dust that you’re changing your pants? (Dog’s head)]

[Really? I don’t believe it.]

[That’s too risqué.]

[So, is that big splotch in front of Old Fang bird poop?]

[Damn, I didn’t even notice until you said it. Is that bird poop?]

“Yes,” Bi Fang said, also looking toward a spot about two meters away on the steel rail that was clearly a different color, like a splash of white and yellow.

Undoubtedly bird droppings.

Besides that…

Bi Fang moved forward, pinching a piece of white material.

“There are also some eggshell fragments here, a good sign. As I mentioned before, pigeons lay eggs almost every month except in winter, and wild pigeons do the same. Under suitable conditions, they can breed up to eight times a year, and each time there will be two pigeon eggs.

So, if you can find an area where pigeons reside during the non-winter seasons, you’re almost certain to find bird eggs in the pigeon nests.

Right now, my position is on the factory roof, which is too narrow and not conducive to catching pigeons directly. Even setting traps wouldn’t be convenient for checking, so my initial target was pigeon eggs. It’s worth noting that eggshells are also edible.

The main component of eggshells is calcium carbonate, which can be digested by the human body to supplement calcium. Many chicks are fed crushed eggshells by farmers after they hatch. However, just because it’s digestible doesn’t mean it’s easily digestible. Eating eggshells directly can be hard to digest; it’s better to grind them into powder. But for me, this bit of eggshell isn’t worth collecting.”

After tossing the eggshell fragment from high up, Bi Fang moved like a caterpillar to the edge of the rail, grabbed the glass, stood up from the rail, and came to the wall beside the window.

The width was just half a meter, but compared to the steel rails not even wide enough for a foot, it was “spacious,” and he could even take large strides.

“Wild pigeons nest on cliff tops, and likewise their city relatives tend to build nests in high places… This should be the highest point in the factory. A fall from here would be disastrous.”

Walking along the window, Bi Fang deliberately kicked down an abandoned lamp.

From a height of over thirty meters, it took more than two seconds to fall and smashed on the ground with a loud crash, totally shattering the lamp and startling the now slightly relaxed Shuiyou once again.

“No doubt, falling from here would be a certain death. But it’s places like this where pigeons nest. Fortune favors the bold. Compared to hunting prey in the Primeval Forest, we’re actually quite safe here, at least we don’t have to worry about any dangerous creatures that might compete with us for food. Hey, take a look, there’s a nest over there!”