Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness - Chapter 385

Chapter 385: Chapter 383: A Ruthless Person Comparable to Bi Fang!

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Bi Fang suddenly rose to his feet, his slightly reddened ears twitching lightly as he strained to catch any sound from around him, yet all that remained was the howling of the cold wind. He looked at the bewildered faces of the crowd and asked with some doubt,

“Did you… hear anything?”

Yao Jun, shivering with cold, dug at his ears and said indifferently, “Nope, the wind is too loud, are you hallucinating? It’s so cold, how nice would it be to have a bowl of hot chicken soup right now, hehehe.”

Bi Fang was somewhat speechless. Was this guy really so obsessed with Tibetan Snowcock?

These people before him were of no help—Bi Fang could only hope that the viewers had heard it. For some reason, he felt as if he had indeed heard a human cry.

Unfortunately, the viewers were also confused and hadn’t heard any calling out.

[Master Fang, are you hallucinating?]

[With the wind this strong, how could there be any sound?]

[Could it be a chicken crowing?]

[The sound of the wind is too similar to a roar, right? You must have heard it wrong.]

“Was I really mistaken?”

Bi Fang began to doubt himself, wondering if the wind was too loud, causing him to mishear.

“Are we still going to the pass?” Rob looked at the sky again and realized there might not be enough time. The appearance of the Tibetan Snowcock had caused some delay, and it was becoming tense to move now; as soon as it got dark, the journey would become extremely dangerous, and no one would climb Mount Everest at night.

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Bi Fang hesitated for a moment but still nodded. Yet, just as he was about to move forward, a faint cry for help pierced through the cold wind once more, immediately halting everyone.

“No, there really seems to be someone shouting!”

“What sound, are you trying to scare me?” Yao Jun, who was fantasizing about chicken soup, looked around, hearing nothing unusual.

“Listen, the shouting,” Bi Fang whispered intently, “it sounds like someone is calling for help!”

The flag suddenly flapped loudly as a gust of cold wind blew directly into their faces.

As the skies grew darker, the wind became fiercer and changed direction; the west wind since dusk had turned into a north wind, cutting against their skins sharply like a cold knife.

Bi Fang, watching the flags waving around intensely at the base camp as if they could be torn apart any moment, was highly alert.

Seeing Bi Fang’s seriousness, the others fell silent and listened intently. Soon, among the raging wind, they seemed to really distinguish a special sound—one time, then another, until it seemed like a desperate shout, and suddenly the sound of the flapping flags changed.

“Help!! HELP!!”

Wori, it really was a cry for help, and holy shit, it was a bilingual plea!

Bi Fang abruptly looked up; he finally heard it clearly—it was indeed a cry for help.

“Damn, what’s going on? Is someone in trouble?” Yao Jun, startled, quickly scattered the thoughts of chicken soup from his mind and looked around hurriedly, realizing none of their own were missing except for Wang Yongbo and Sir, who were inside the tent, and he breathed a sigh of relief. But his heart tensed up again quickly.

It wasn’t one of their own, but someone else was in trouble!

However, with the wind howling, no one could make out from which direction the sound was coming, so they all just held their breath and focused; but how could they hold their breath at an altitude close to six thousand meters?

“Oxygen tanks, quickly bring the oxygen tanks!” Rob immediately ordered the Sherpa porters to bring out the oxygen tanks and then handed them over to everyone. But when it was Bi Fang’s turn, he refused.

Without worrying about it anymore, everyone picked up their oxygen tanks, raised them in unison, then took a deep breath, holding their breath and concentrating.

The sound of the wind, the sound of heartbeats.

Only two figures remained between heaven and earth.

Bi Fang’s heart was pounding, and just when everyone was about to give up, he suddenly looked up.

“Up there! Very close!”

Everyone followed the direction of Bi Fang’s pointing fingers, looking up, but they only saw a cliff that towered more than a dozen meters high!

“It’s over, how do we get up there?” Jerret looked at the high wall, then turned his head to Rob, “Guide Rob, how do we get up there? Is there a path nearby?”

Rob’s expression stalled, and he stared blankly at the cliff, his voice bitter, “Yes, but you can only go up from the steep slope, and then come down from another platform, at least five hundred meters! And it’s very difficult to navigate, with a lot of columns and sheer cliffs!”

Running a few steps left you gasping for air, even a feeling of dizziness at this altitude; five hundred meters here was equivalent to fifteen hundred meters on flat ground, and it was a challenging fifteen hundred meters at that. By the time they caught up, the person would have long been dead!

Hearing this, Bi Fang immediately dropped his backpack, took off his gloves, and started free solo rock climbing.

By the time the rest had realized what was happening, Bi Fang had already reached three meters above their heads!

Rob: “!”

While he was still in shock, Bi Fang had climbed another two meters. At a height of five meters, it was starting to make people feel fearful.

[Damn, that familiar scent]

[No way, there’s already an accident just after reaching base camp?]

[Mount Everest is both a milestone and a tombstone, haven’t you heard?]

[Death rate of four percent… There were definitely more than a hundred at base camp just now… Is someone destined to die? Terrifying…]

[Damn, now that you mention it, it’s really scary]

[Someone has to die, why couldn’t it be me?]

[People hardly manage to walk around here, and Old Fang can still climb… Really awesome…]

Not buying into superstitious fears, Rob pulled out a portable thermometer. Outdoor temperature, minus eight degrees.

Broken?

Impossible, this was a specially made outdoor thermometer, accurate even at minus sixty degrees.

It must be the world that has a problem.

Rob thought, looking at Bi Fang who had climbed to ten meters.

This motherfucker is a rookie?

This motherfucker! Is a rookie!

“Let’s go, we need to get up there quickly.” Rob bit his teeth as he looked at Bi Fang above, giving orders to the Sherpa porters to come with him, and then said to Yao Jun and the others, “You guys wait here, don’t go back to the camp directly, wait for us to return.”

The cold mountain wind blew, making Bi Fang’s fingers stiff with cold, but there was no way around it; his gloves were for warmth, and he couldn’t perform vertical rock climbing with them on.

Fortunately, the distance of more than ten meters wasn’t too high, and although Bi Fang experienced some breathing difficulties and dizziness after successfully climbing up, these symptoms quickly subsided after a few breaths.

This was also the first time Bi Fang felt dizzy while mountain climbing, which showed the dangers of Mount Everest!

Once on the platform, the cries for help became much clearer. Bi Fang, who had come up, looked at the even steeper ice wall and quickly located the source of the voice. Not far to his right, a climber was lying on the slope with loose rocks sliding down below, but there was no platform beneath, only an abyss. A slip would mean certain death!

Stones kept rolling down from beneath the climber, then plummeting into the abyss, not even an echo to be heard.

The climber dared not move, but there were too many loose rocks beneath him, and he would soon slide down along with them. He even feared to call for help too loudly, for if his voice was too loud, it could cause vibrations to intensify, and he might even slide down immediately. If it weren’t for Bi Fang and his team being right below him, it would have been impossible to hear him!

The viewers watching the scene were stunned; it was like a slow death!

[Damn, this is terrifying!]

[Fuck, I’m sweating in my palms.]

[How did this happen? Doesn’t he have teammates?]

[Did he slide all the way down from above?]

[If it were me there, I wouldn’t even dare to shout, I’d just pee my pants!]

“HELP!! HELP!! Save me, save me!”

The climber’s voice was urgent. Any significant vibration could be fatal at this point, and he didn’t even dare to breathe too forcefully.

But how was this possible?

The fierce beating of his heart caused his oxygen consumption to skyrocket, and the thin air seemed like a death warrant. The climber, not daring to breathe heavily, had a whitened gaze and a strong sensation of dizziness overwhelmed him. He even began to have hallucinations, and, momentarily losing his alertness, he instinctively took a deep breath. Instantly, the loose rocks beneath him tumbled again, and his body descended a full twenty centimeters!

“Save me, is there anyone?”

The cold was making the climber’s body progressively chill. He didn’t dare open his eyes but could feel the dwindling light. Nobody would climb Mount Everest at night, and once darkness fell, his chance for rescue would be utterly lost. The dual pressures of body and mind nearly caused him to break down; to have held on until now was a testament to his exceptional mental strength.

[Fuck, he can even speak Chinese, is he one of us?]

[No matter the bilingual cries for help, this is too incredible]

[How on earth did he manage this, it’s really crayfish-level]

The audience in the live stream was frightened by this seemingly inescapable situation, and Bi Fang quickly tried to comfort the other party.

“Hey, are you Huaxia? Are you okay?”

Just then, a voice unexpectedly broke through the darkness and reached the climber’s ears, like the dawn piercing the night. The climber even thought he was hallucinating due to the cold, but when the voice came once more, he finally realized that someone had come!

Someone had come, really someone had come!

A glimmer of hope ignited in the anxious heart of the climber. Yet the voice came from behind his head, and when he tried to turn around, he was immediately stopped.

“Hey, don’t move, don’t move at all!”

Bi Fang stopped the other’s movement, knowing from the way he was moving his neck what the climber was about to do, but at this moment, it was advised not even to breathe, let alone turn his head.

It seemed that the other party realized the inappropriateness of his actions and stopped immediately.

Good, good.

It’s good that he can follow instructions.

Bi Fang sighed with relief in his heart. He looked down at his feet to find a more secure place to stand, but the ledge wasn’t big, and beside it was a slick, sloping ice wall embellished with a few protruding rocks—though, without exception, all were far from the victim. The one under his feet was the closest, yet it still was at least two meters away.

“What are you doing?” The other’s voice was hoarse and distorted.

“I am trying to find a way. Don’t worry, I won’t leave, you can be at ease,” Bi Fang immediately reassured the other, aware that at times like these, both emotions and mental strength were extremely fragile. His presence had undoubtedly brought a ray of hope to the other. If he were to show indifference, it would undoubtedly cause complete despair.

“Are you a guide? Or Sherpa?”

Bi Fang was taken aback, not expecting such a question from the other. Was this an attempt at casual conversation to distract and prevent psychological pressure from becoming too great? But if that were so, shouldn’t he be the one talking like this?

Although he didn’t understand the other person’s intent, Bi Fang responded, “None of those. I’m just a climber.”

Just as Bi Fang was about to perform a rescue, the next sentence from the victim not only stunned the audience but even Bi Fang himself was left wide-eyed and speechless.

“Have you received professional rescue training? If not, call your guide over quickly, or you might make things worse!”

Upon hearing this, Bi Fang froze on the spot, and the audience went completely wild.

[??? What kind of sorcery is this, so ruthless?]

[First time seeing someone like this, damn impressive,,, to remain so composed in such a situation..]

[Amazing, truly amazing; I’ve only seen such a person last time I saw…]

[Idiot, it’s Master Fang, for heaven’s sake! Only Master Fang could remain calm in this situation as far as I have ever seen.]

A tough character!

This thought flashed through Bi Fang’s mind.

To be so rational at such a time!

To a large extent, the other party was right to refuse Bi Fang’s rescue. In such circumstances, blindly accepting help from a stranger could indeed make things worse, just like someone who has never been trained in First Aid attempting CPR!

But this was a good thing, as the victim couldn’t see him, and all rescue operations had to be directed by Bi Fang. The calmer the other party was, the easier it would be to carry out the rescue.

“Don’t worry, I’ve been trained. Just listen to me, you’re lying on a scree slope now. The most important thing is to stop sliding down. In a moment, I’ll pass you my climbing pole. Stretch out your left hand and see if you can reach it.”

Hearing Bi Fang’s words, the other party relaxed considerably, leaning quietly against the ice wall, no longer speaking. They conserved all possible energy as the severe cold and vigorous heartbeat had already begun to drain their strength..

Bi Fang stepped to the edge of the platform, extending the climbing pole as far as possible, while instructing the other’s left hand to slowly lift and stretch out.

Unfortunately, no matter how much they stretched, they were always less than thirty centimeters apart and couldn’t reach each other.

Bi Fang looked up, and unlike the rock wall beneath his feet, above was an ice wall. Even if he could use an ice axe to ascend, the other person wouldn’t be able to hold on in time, so he had no choice but to try a different method.

“How are you feeling now? Do you still have the strength?”

“Not good. I’m having a lot of difficulty breathing, and I feel very dizzy. It’s probably altitude sickness; I’m severely lacking in strength.”

Lack of strength, now that was a big problem.

The viewers outside the screen were anxious, but none had a good solution. In just a few short minutes, the victim had slid down nearly half a meter, and of everyone present, only Bi Fang was the most professional. As for the guide Rob, he was still on his way on horseback.

After a moment of thought, Bi Fang immediately put down his backpack, unzipped it, and pulled out a section of Dyneema rope: “Don’t panic, I’ll try another way. I have a section of Dyneema rope here. In a moment, I’ll make a slipping noose and toss the other end over to you. Just lift your left hand a little, not too high. I’ll try to loop the rope over your left hand and then pull you up!”

The other party didn’t speak but made an OK gesture on the ice wall, clearly approving the plan.

With a plan in place, Bi Fang quickly found the end of the rope, folded it, then wrapped the slightly shorter end around three times and threaded the end through the loop he had reserved behind his hand, completing a noose.

This was a slipping noose; tightening the other end of the rope would automatically secure the knot, and the more one struggled, the tighter it would get, which was perfect for someone who was out of strength.

“All right, lift your hand.”

The person bent their arm, lifting their left hand.

If it were a matter of lassoing cattle, the accuracy would naturally be low, but at this distance of less than three meters, looping a hand was as easy as pie. Bi Fang easily looped the noose over the person’s hand and tightened the rope!

There was hope!