Chapter 222: Chapter 219: Get So Water to Drink
At sea, an orange life raft bobbed and drifted aimlessly.
Through the interplay of light and shadow, one could faintly see soone moving inside.
Seeing the program go smoothly, Jerrett heaved a sigh of relief. Everything was unfolding in an orderly fashion, and now it all depended on Bi Fang’s skills.
Could he succeed in this extre challenge of the icy ocean for twenty-one days?
At the ti of signing the contract, the production team intended to follow closely, but Bi Fang had flatly refused. He believed that there had to be a distance of at least twenty kiloters between them for him to feel safe broadcasting live.
What is the most important thing in Wilderness Survivalist?
If there were a ranking, Bi Fang would first place willpower at the top.
The potential of humans is infinite. Only when one is brought to the brink of death can that potential be truly unleashed. If one leaves oneself any way out, even the strongest person will relax subconsciously. In the face of a sudden accident, the chance one might have had to fight for survival could be lost due to that mont of laxity.
In the face of danger, Bi Fang preferred to trust himself rather than rely on rescue, which would always be delayed no matter what – to trust his own hands, his own abilities.
It was best to have the production team as far away as possible. Even for a helicopter, twenty kiloters would take several minutes to arrive, truly placing oneself in a desperate situation.
Being isolated and without support could indeed trigger passivity.
“According to statistical data, every year there are about one hundred thousand people who encounter mariti disasters, and only about one third of them are able to get on a life raft or a wooden raft. Often, in the first three days after a ship encounters disaster, when food and drink are not yet in short supply, so people have already died, a scenario that has beco all too common,” he continued.
“Just two hours after the sinking of the Titanic, the rescuers found so of the people in the lifeboats already dead or dying.”
Hearing this grim data, the audience gasped in astonishnt.
[Holy shit, one hundred thousand, is it really that exaggerated?]
[That’s a bit outrageous]
[The Titanic? I know that one, it’s the one with the nude painting, right?]
[Here cos Mr. Focus, so you rembered only that from a two-hour movie? Can’t you be more high-minded like , and stay away from such lowbrow tastes?]
[Laying it out here, I’m a mongrel, and I love watching it, over and over again.]
The unsteady life raft made Bi Fang waver constantly.
The sudden change in temperature and the pitched life raft were causing him extre discomfort. If not for the fact his Physique had reached fifteen points, he might have already started vomiting.
Bi Fang held his head and continued to explain, “I’m not talking about the movie, but the actual historical Titanic.”
“In fact, beyond environntal factors, a contributing factor to this high mortality rate is emotion!”
“Being in the middle of the ocean, without a solid deck underfoot, can cause an intense emotional turmoil. At this point, a person’s heart, brain, and nerve activities rapidly intensify, followed by the opposite process — extre inhibition. This inhibition can cause the heart to stop beating altogether and brain activity to cease.”
The audience was shocked to hear this. Was this what they call dying of fright?
Bi Fang saw the comnts and nodded in agreent, yes, it could be understood in that way.
The tabolism and physiological processes of those in danger would be severely disrupted, leading to neurogenic vascular paralysis.
This chanism of death is similar to the so-called “witch doctor’s death” in certain African tribes.
“Witch doctor’s death” refers to cursing certain individuals with catastrophic fear, quickly replaced by despair and apathy, leading to death shortly after.
But the curse doesn’t really exist; it’s the enormous psychological stress that collapses a person’s entire body.
Simply put, those who lose hope when facing danger, who let despair take control, are the ones who will die.
“Damn, Old Fang knows so much, even random wilderness survival tips, he truly knows what he’s talking about!”
“I always thought that Master Fang did his research before going sowhere, which is how he knew so much, but now I’m kind of scared, he’s too aweso!”
“Watching Master Fang’s livestream, you simply can’t keep any Wolf Brush!”
Many viewers had thought that the knowledge Bi Fang demonstrated was likely pre-researched, such as historical records and tales of strange people and events. Yet now, even with random deploynt, he could still speak knowledgeably!
All you could do was hand over the Wolf Brush you’d been saving for a month!
Wolf Brush was a free gift on Wolf Fang TV that viewers could obtain through opening treasure chests, signing in, or as a bonus for recharging. In a month, one could accumulate quite a few, but Bi Fang’s livestreams were like a harvester. Open it once a month, and it was like a shearing machine, not leaving a single hair behind.
Truly unparalleled at shearing!
“So do you guys still rember the 5-4-3-2-1 technique I just taught you? Don’t forget it, in these kinds of situations, the only one who can save you is yourself!”
“Have faith in your own strength, trust in your friends and your country to co and rescue you, and believe firmly that the heavens won’t let you die!”
“My foreign friends can have faith that your God won’t let you die easily! In fact, devout believers often have a higher probability of surviving until rescuers arrive. It’s not a miracle of God, rather you beco the light in your own trials.”
Bi Fang took a deep breath and then exhaled, large and slow, employing the technique to alleviate his psychological stress.
“I can see the life raft, the surging waves, clothes, hands, feet; I can feel the cold, the tossing, the rubber texture, the dampness; I can hear the wind, the tide, the sound of friction; I can sll the plastic, the sea, and finally, my strengths…”
“Ah, my strengths are just too nurous.” Bi Fang rubbed his head, showing signs of trouble, “To be honest, this is a bit challenging for …”
“If I have to choose one… does being handso count?”
The viewers burst into laughter as they watched Bi Fang seriously claim his handsoness.
They were all infected by Bi Fang’s optimism at that mont. Unconsciously, the tension of being adrift on the sea seed non-existent, as if the storms outside the tent simply couldn’t trouble a person like Bi Fang.
Bi Fang exhaled a breath of warm air, the temperature inside the tent was now significantly higher than outside, and he was no longer as uncomfortable as he had been at the start.
Having cald down, Bi Fang began to decide on his next actions. He always liked to turn passive situations into proactive ones, establishing his own survival assurances in the wilderness.
Everything would get better.
That saying was too vague for Bi Fang, who preferred to say: if you don’t take the initiative to do sothing, things will never get better.
“If you’re stranded on the vast ocean, all you can do is wait, wait for the sea breeze and the tides to push you towards the shore, or maybe you’ll be lucky enough to encounter an island.”
“But that’s too much reliant on luck. If you’re unlucky, you might not make it to shore within twenty-one days, and then we would have to consider food and especially water, as without a water source…”
Before Bi Fang could finish, he noticed that many viewers had started to answer ahead of him.
[I know! The Devil’s Formula!]
[Nope! It’s now the Master Fang Formula!]
[Three minutes without oxygen you die! Three hours without warmth you die! Three days without water you die! Three weeks without food you die!]
“Hah, you guys rember it pretty well.”
Bi Fang laughed. Even though only a few thousand people watched his first livestream, millions from B Island had watched his videos, and many rembered them quite vividly.
For now, there was no need to worry about oxygen or warmth; the only issue was water.
Out on the vast ocean, he needed to get so water to drink.
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