Live Streaming: Great Adventure in the Wilderness

Chapter 125 - 122: Underwater Struggle (Makeup Update)

Chapter 125: Chapter 122: Underwater Struggle (Makeup Update)

Bi Fang dove deeper and deeper.

The light around him grew scarcer, as if his soul marched towards Hell.

The depth of the pool was like a gap through which all the light drained away. Nothingness.

Nothing but nothingness.

The audience watched with trepidation. Merely through the camera, they felt an indescribable pressure, and many understood for the first time what claustrophobia was.

They had never heard of a livestream like this, one that demanded psychological fortitude from its viewers.

Outside, sandstorms raged, while the pool was serene and profound. Many first-time viewers of Bi Fang’s livestreams were thoroughly convinced at this moment.

It wasn’t just the oppressing environment driving one mad, but the thought of unknown creatures lurking in the shadows made everyone’s hair stand on end! Too formidable.

There can’t be many in the world who dare to do this, right?

It’s like the epitome of courting death!

Yes, courting death.

Even the regular audience, who had followed along all the way, thought so at this moment.

They admired Bi Fang’s abilities, but the situation this time was far too dangerous.

Who would fight crocodiles in a swamp?

Shouldn’t you lure them to the shore first?

Fighting on the enemy’s turf, isn’t that asking for death?

At this moment, Gu Qingyuan was hitting his own head, filled with regret. He deeply loathed the person he was half an hour ago. If his head hadn’t heated up, how could he have made such an unreasonable request?

Gu Qingyuan, oh Gu Qingyuan, you took fame and profit too seriously. Just for a bit of research findings, would you let a young man risk his life for you?

Can you live with yourself?

“Teacher, don’t be like this, you can’t blame yourself for this,” Wu Gang tried to console his teacher while staring intently at the livestream screen.

He was afraid that if something really happened to Bi Fang, his teacher would jump right down from here!

Fortunately, they lived on the first floor.

But wait, the teacher is seventy years old, the first floor won’t do him any good! Soon, half a minute passed, which felt as long as a century.

As the depth increased, Bi Fang could no longer see things clearly two meters away.

But he wasn’t completely lost, as the camera atop his head automatically turned on a column-like light.

This was the camera’s builtin underwater filming feature, which could only be used in such environments.

But as soon as the light pierced the pitch-black water tunnel and found a circle of light on the wall, a tail quickly disappeared beyond the circle!

A series of bubbles escaped.

Bi Fang covered his mouth, quickly retreated, and anxiously scanned his surroundings, but after a long search, he still couldn’t find the owner of the tail.

The water flowed past, leaving nothing behind.

What pulsed was only his heart.

[What happened, I’ve already smashed my phone, now I’ve switched to a computer.]

[Horror movies don’t scare people like this…]

[I’m not saying anymore, just regretting that I never remember to wear diapers when watching Master Fang’s videos. I’m going to change my pants now.] [This is the time to play “The Haunted Basement.”]

[The person above is inhuman…]

[Guys, goodbye, just now my grandfather stood behind me watching the livestream and I didn’t even notice, now I have to go to the hospital.]

Meanwhile, Bi Fang stayed close to the rock wall, gripping the Hunting Knife tightly, constantly mindful of the surrounding currents, while calming his pounding heart.

This was his tool for keeping track of time. He silently counted the beats of his heart-about seventy per minute-but his heart had become irregular just now, and he needed to start timing all over again.

The average person can hold their breath underwater for 30 to 60 seconds, which, with training, can be increased to three to four minutes.

The current record holder for the longest breath-hold underwater is Stig Sevennsen, known as “the man who doesn’t breathe,” who maintains several records in diving, with a breath-holding limit of 22 minutes and 10 seconds.

Bi Fang hadn’t reached that level, but after long-term yoga training, his breath-holding time was quite substantial, nearly six minutes, though that was under no-activity conditions.

Forty seconds had passed, with roughly two minutes remaining. If he couldn’t find an exit within the next two minutes, he would have to turn back the way he came.

One second.

Two seconds.

Ten seconds.

Soon, about seventy seconds had elapsed, and the environment around him was growing darker and darker, except for the beam of light above his head. Surrounding him was pitch black.

Some people left the live stream; they couldn’t take it anymore.

Especially with this first-person perspective, it felt oppressively like an actual experience.

The beam of light occasionally swept over the rugged cave walls and rubble, sometimes narrowing, sometimes veering sharply downward. The surrounding darkness was like a great hand clutching one’s neck, not letting any breath pass through.

Until faces turned red, many viewers suddenly coughed, remembering this was just a live stream, not reality.

No wonder that monster seemed to have no eyes. Had it lived in the dark underground river for so long, surviving purely on its sense of smell to catch food?

Another thirty seconds passed.

Bi Fang finally reached the bottom of the pool.

It was sand, thick sand.

The pool was nestled in a valley, constantly exposed to windblown sand from the outside, covering the bottom with a layer of water and sand.

But danger often lurked exactly at such times. The pool was about twenty-five meters deep; this depth was not something ordinary people should attempt lightly.

At the bottom of the pool, Bi Fang walked along the edge of the cave wall. This way, if an attack occurred, at least one side would be safe from enemies. Moreover, he had his backpack strapped to the front as a means of defense.

But one thing struck Bi Fang as odd.

How come there seemed to be nothing in the pool?

Reality is not fiction. Sustaining predators over two meters in size required other medium-sized animals, plus small fish and plants-basic common knowledge in biology.

But here, there was nothing but rocks and sand.

And that tail from before…

The bottom of the pool was large, and Bi Fang had grope around for quite a while without finding any other exits. Where was the underground cave?

Just as Bi Fang was about to give up and search another side, suddenly, he felt his body shudder, and a surge of rapid current, wild as an untamed horse, swept over him.

The next second, viewers saw Bi Fang slammed against the cave wall by the powerful current like a helpless boat!

“Gurgle gurgle!”

A series of bubble sounds rose up in the silent water. Caught in the violent current, Bi Fang nearly fell apart, losing most of the air from his mouth.

A sudden pain shot through Bi Fang’s forehead, and upon looking up, he saw a faint wisp of red slowly dancing in the water.

Disaster!

His heart pounded violently.

Looking down, a monstrous, ghastly water creature was already snapping at his face!

Less than a meter away!

A profound sense of crisis enveloped him.

Many viewers gasped, covering their mouths. No one sent any messages; there was no time. Everything happened in the blink of an eye!

Bi Fang kicked his legs, spinning rapidly in the water. But the creature was too fast, and there was no chance to dodge!

Moreover, in water, the faster the movement, the greater the resistance. Even if

Bi Fang reacted quickly, it was very hard for his body to keep up!

In desperation, Bi Fang grabbed his knife and, as the creature got within three feet of him, he slashed fiercely.

The Hunting Knife hooked, tearing open the skin and flesh of the creature’s skull in an instant, with large quantities of red blood spilling out like ink. But Bi Fang felt no joy; the feedback from the Hunting Knife sent chills down his spine.

It wouldn’t penetrate!

The creature’s skull was just too thick!

But Bi Fang wasn’t going to sit and wait for death. While the creature bit down on the backpack in front of his chest and tore furiously, his Hunting Knife slid along the creature’s head until it reached a depression.

Now was the moment!

Blood clouded Bi Fang’s vision, but he knew this was his chance!

Hiss!

A large cloud of red blood spread through the water, enveloping everything in a mist of blood.

Who would die?