Chapter 137 Scars
The starry sky rotated slowly overhead, illuminating a flat stretch of sand between the dunes.
The little shadows leaned against each other in the moonlight, and Bifang gently stroked the camel's head. The camel, which could have abandoned him, lowered its head obediently.
This time his attempt to survive had failed, and it was only nature's mercy that allowed him to continue.
Man and nature are really contradictory...
Bifang had a complicated expression: "I thought this camel had escaped, but now it seems that I was wrong, it just got lost."
The camel’s owner must not be a bad person, otherwise how could he raise a camel that is so kind to humans?
Camels, which are naturally shy, are also willing to help lost travelers.
[Emm, can camels get lost? ]
[Can a camel get lost? ]
[Isn't it said that camels have a strong sense of direction? ]
Bifang shook his head: "Camels have a strong sense of direction and are known as the ships of the desert, but getting lost does not mean being lost."
Getting lost doesn’t mean being lost?
This statement confused the audience.
"Just because a camel can't find its owner doesn't mean it can't find its home. On the contrary, if the owner has confidence in his camel, he can go back home and wait for the camel to come back on its own. However, in most cases, this situation is rare and the camel will most likely take the opportunity to escape."
[But don’t camels have a strong sense of smell? I heard they can smell water sources directly? Even better than dogs? ]
Some viewers who are more familiar with camels raised questions.
Bifang nodded and shook his head.
"Yes, it is true that a camel can use its sense of smell to find a water source twenty kilometers away, but that doesn't mean its sense of smell is better than that of a dog."
"Camels actually have relatively few olfactory receptor genes. It's just that there are not many smells to distinguish in the desert, so their olfactory discrimination talent is focused on the perception of water and green plants, but it is very weak in other aspects."
Bifang touched the small tuft of hair on the camel's head.
The camel remained motionless, its mouth moving this way and that as it quietly chewed the cud.
"In this case, a sandstorm can separate a camel from its owner. If you have friends living in Qinghai Province, you can contact the local police station and ask if anyone has lost a camel. Its owner must be very worried."
This camel trusts humans so much. Its owner must have treated it as a family member and must have been very anxious after losing it.
[So that's how it is! I understand now]
[Then wouldn't it be possible to ride a camel and gallop? ]
[So cool! I also want to go to the desert and ride a camel. ]
[I am from Qinghai and have already asked]
The camel walks very slowly.
[Previously, I always survived on the fourth day. Will I break this rule this time? 】
[But how do we get that fish out? The hole alone is about 30 meters long, right? Can we get it out?]
“It’s a little difficult, but not impossible.”
Bifang tightened his clothes and decided to get the strange fish out before dark, otherwise it would be more difficult to act when the sun came out tomorrow morning.
He was in very bad condition. He had stayed in a cave with low temperature for two days, and kept catching cold in the water. Now he was blown by the cold wind in the desert for half the night. Even Bifang, with his strong physique, could not bear it and his voice began to become hoarse.
We must speed up and finish everything before the condition worsens!
Picking up the half-made rope, Bifang continued to knead it and started a fire to grill the meat.
He needed to replenish his physical strength, and there was still one snake left. He would not have the strength to work if he did not eat enough.
However, perhaps because it had been left for more than a day, the taste of the snake meat had changed slightly, but fortunately it had not deteriorated.
An hour later.
After pacifying the camel, Bifang went back into the cave carrying the rope.
The cave was very deep, with sand blocking it for ten meters. He climbed another twenty meters, and the total depth was close to forty meters. The rope he made was only nine meters long, which was not enough. Bifang could only enter the cave little by little to pull the strange fish up.
This is bound to be a daunting task.
Half an hour passed.
The strange fish sank to the bottom of the river. Bifang tied a rope around his waist and repeated the same trick, jumping into the well again. Then he supported himself on the wall of the well with his feet and slowly pulled the strange fish up.
It was fine when the strange fish was in the water. With the help of buoyancy, Bifang pulled it out easily. But the half meter between the water surface and the cave entrance took him all his strength to barely pull it out.
"Ah, this thing is really heavy. I estimate that it weighs more than 160 kilograms, twice as much as I weigh. It's definitely a heavyweight!"
"Fortunately, the fish has a streamlined body, similar to the Philippine crocodile, and is not too 'fat'. If it were a Nile crocodile, it would weigh more than 300 kilograms at the same length, and I would definitely not be able to pull it up."
Bifang's face flushed as he lifted the strange fish half a meter higher. Then his muscles began to ache and he felt dizzy from exerting too much force.
The deadlift can be said to be the sum of all the strength in the entire body and has long been hailed as a measure of strength, with professional athletes able to pull objects that are more than three times their own weight.
If it is quantified into specific data, and the subsequent cost-effectiveness of adding points remains unchanged, it should be a level that can only be achieved when both body and strength reach fifteen points or even more, and perhaps with a certain burst of agility attributes.
Before coming to the Qaidam Desert, Bifang had worked hard to train his strength to ten points. Including the strength attribute he got from the lottery , the total was only 11 points. However, combined with his physique of 13, he could barely do twice as much, but it was very strenuous.
Bifang, who had exerted too much force, wiped the sweat off his face, relaxed his swollen head, and continued to pull the strange fish up, while wrapping the excess rope around his body.
The rubble on the rock wall was continuously stepped on until most of the rope was collected. Bifang took two more steps and tried to climb up, repeating this process over and over again.
When he was tired, he trapped the strange fish in the hole to rest for a while, and continued after a few minutes.
The three-meter-long strange fish can be stuck in a rock cave less than one meter in diameter using only its own bones.
When he climbed to three meters, Bifang was out of breath and almost collapsed from exhaustion, but he never gave up. Damn it, he had already climbed three meters, wouldn't it be a waste of energy if he gave up?
Finally, after pushing for more than an hour, Bifang finally pushed the strange fish out of the nearly 40-meter-deep pit!
It was already dawn.
"Ha! It's coming up!"
Bifang laughed while panting. After he finished laughing, he quickly dug a hole in the ground and put his bulging jacket in it. Inside was the five liters of underground river water he had captured.
He swallowed a few times and continued, "In order to... hurry on our way, we cannot stop and must set off as soon as possible, so... I need to feed the camel some water."
The camel nearby got up and came to the sand pit to drink water. In less than a minute, the water in the sand pit disappeared.
[Fuck! This is too fast, isn’t it? Even a water pump isn’t this fast.]
[How can you drink so much water? How long have you been thirsty? ]
[Won't you get water poisoning if you drink so much? 】
"Of course not. There are many bottle-shaped bubbles in the camel's stomach, called water floats. This is the camel's 'water reservoir'. A Bactrian camel can drink 114 liters of water in 10 minutes, and all the water it drinks will be stored in the 'water reservoir'."
"Moreover, after a long period of evolution, camels' red blood cells have long adapted to the extreme changes of either not drinking or drinking heavily. Even when the water content of the blood changes drastically, they will not rupture and die."
Bifang carried the strange fish and placed it on the camel's saddle. At first, the other party was a little panicked because it had never seen such a monster before, but with Bifang's comfort, the camel slowly calmed down.
This made Bifang feel a little emotional. The more he looked at it, the more he liked it: "This camel has a really good temper. They usually feel uneasy when they meet strangers, but this one is completely different."
After tying up the strange fish with a rope to ensure the weight was balanced, Bifang confirmed the direction and set off with the camel.
The sun has just risen, it's a good time to set off.
"We should travel non-stop within two hours after we set out. This is the coolest time of the day, so we should walk as much as possible. As the temperature gradually rises, we can increase the frequency of resting - five minutes every hour."
The journey was very monotonous, and Bifang was so tired that he could not speak, causing the number of spectators to keep dropping.
Fortunately, the main mission was completed while he was unconscious.
The sun gradually rose higher, hanging above the desert, and heat waves rolled in.
It was not until noon that Bi Fang brought the camel to a shady place to rest.
They traveled for five hours, with a total rest time of less than twenty minutes, and they were delayed for a long time because they had to stop to determine the direction.
Bifang leaned against the camel and took a sip of water.
He squinted his eyes, sweat ran down his cheeks, soaking his masked clothes.
Clothes have become consumables here. Many system costumes that I bought from lotteries and stores have been used up.
But how long will the road to survival last?
