Chapter 920: Baby-like Sleep
“This is a hypnotic flower.”
Bifang untied the knot on the stomach bag, unfolded it and took out a well-preserved large pink flower. The drone locked onto the target and zoomed in for everyone to observe carefully.
The flowers were picked not long ago and are well preserved, with only a few wet marks from the overflow of cell fluid after being pressed. They look quite fresh.
Bifang took out a fresh green leaf, rolled it into a funnel shape and fixed it, then picked all the petals of the flower in the stomach bag, stacked them together, and twisted them with his hands, slowly squeezing out the juice and dripping it onto the leaf.
"The hypnotic flower is a dicotyledonous plant unique to Africa, also known as the drunken flower. It has eye-catching colors and a strong fragrance. It usually grows in wild mountains and wilderness. The key is that it has a strong hypnotic effect."
"People only need to lick the petals with their tongues to become drowsy. Wild animals will immediately lie down and fall asleep after eating them. Even a rhino weighing more than two tons will faint on the ground after eating them."
"We apply its juice on the nose of the lion, and drip the excess into its mouth. It can help us anesthetize it and reduce the possibility of danger."
In the current situation, no one knows which one will arrive first, the people from the conservation center or the poachers' accomplices. For this reason, Bifang spoke much faster than usual and sped up his actions, which undoubtedly cast a shadow of tension in everyone's hearts.
As long as the people from the protection center can arrive first, everything will be fine. The lion can be saved and the people are safe too.
I’m afraid that the first people to arrive are poachers, and the situation will undoubtedly become more critical.
"There are many similar plants in South Africa, such as a tree called Manula, which can be used to make wine. It is a 'drunken tree'."
"African elephants love to eat this fruit. After they overeat the fruit and drink some water, they will go crazy. Some will run wildly, while many will fall to the ground and fall into a deep sleep, unable to wake up for a day."
"There is also a kind of bamboo in the Mongol Desert of Tanzania that can overflow with fine wine, called wine bamboo. This kind of wine has a concentration of less than 20 degrees. The wounds of the new bamboo after cutting will secrete alcohol-containing wound fluid with a unique fragrance. Some animals that like to eat young bamboo or often quench their thirst with the juice of wine bamboo often become drunk and dizzy when a large amount of alcohol accumulates in their bodies."
[Strange knowledge has increased]
[Is Lao Fang preparing to anesthetize the lion for surgery? ]
[I’m so nervous]
[What a fucking thrill]
[Race against time]
There is a common cuticle on the surface of leaves. Its function is to prevent water loss. Its main component is lipids, which can effectively block water.
When the juice of the hypnotic flower drips on it, the two are incompatible and can be absorbed almost without loss.
Fresh plants contain a lot of water, and soon nearly one-third of the plant juice is accumulated in the leaf funnel.
Picking up the funnel-shaped leaf filled with hypnotic flower juice, Bifang carefully approached the lion king's head.
In fact, there is a safer way, such as fixing the funnel on the top of the tree stick in some way, and dripping it to Cecil in an indirect way, but that is not a problem. For example, if the lion king suddenly wakes up, the funnel may be overturned, and all the previous efforts will be wasted.
The hypnotic flower was found by Bifang on the road, but it was knocked over and now he doesn’t know where to find it if he wants it again.
[A little scary, this is wild]
[Do you really want to go?]
[My hands are already shaking, the sense of substitution is too strong]
[Dead House has a sense of substitution]
[Fuck! Even wild dogs stay far away, but someone dares to approach a wild lion. I can only prostrate myself to show my respect]
Lions and tigers, who is the real king of predators has always been a hot topic, but this does not prevent the lion from being one of the most powerful predators in nature.
Even if fully armed, few people dare to approach a lion that is completely unfamiliar, hostile to humans, and may attack at any time.
Not to mention that Bifang has nothing. The only protection is a set of ill-fitting protective clothing. But under the bite force of a lion, there may not be much difference between having it or not.
Cecil lay in the lush green grass, among which bloomed small yellow flowers that swayed in the wind.
There was a sharp arrow stuck in its abdomen, and its mane, which should have been flying high and flowing, was now covered in blood, stuck together, and hanging down weakly.
If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of the lion's chest, which showed that the lion was still breathing, some people might have thought that Cecil was dead.
Perhaps before fleeing into the woods in panic, the old lion king had already chosen a cemetery for himself.
The drone hovered in the air, the orange sunlight filled the forest, and the shadows of the trees grew along the ground, separating the man and the lion.
The air was filled with floating dust, which was almost frozen in the air in the extremely quiet woods.
Bifang took the leaf funnel, stepped over the shadows and came behind the lion king. He bent down slightly, raised his right hand about one meter above Cecil's head, aligned the direction, turned his wrist, pointed the opening of the leaf funnel towards the lion's mouth, and slowly poured it out.
The light pink turbid juice with hypnotic flower colors rolled on the emerald green leaves, quickly accumulating into a tense arc at the edge of the leaves, flowing with crystal colorful light under the sunlight in the forest.
Everyone's hearts were pounding as if they were about to jump out of their chests, venting out all the tension in their hearts.
No one dared to breathe heavily, but it seemed that with this unnatural breathing, the arc full of tension suddenly broke, and the water droplets fell under the invisible pull, round and full, dripping into the lion's mouth.
Success?
The audience couldn't help but feel relieved when they saw that the lion didn't react, as if the potion was really working.
The lion king suddenly opened his eyes. The light emitted by his golden pupils was so sharp under the shadow of the swaying trees that it seemed as if all the signs of his impending death were a disguise.
The badly injured and dying lion is about to launch a new round of killing against invaders.
Everyone's hearts almost stopped and their hair stood on end.
The lion, which was lying there as if it was going to die at any moment, suddenly stood up. The muscles under its eyelids bulged, and its exposed fangs were as sharp as blades, capable of cutting the scalp of anyone who saw it.
The stagnant dust was disturbed, and everything seemed to start moving again, so fast that no one could react.
In desperation, Bifang splashed out all the juice in the leaves and then jumped back quickly.
But it was only for a brief moment, and the fierce and violent gaze became vague again. The muscles under the eyelids bulged and then softened, then bulged again, and repeated this process over and over again.
Cecil was so tired that he was hit by an arrow early on and was bleeding profusely.
During the escape, the wounds became more and more painful, and his strength became less and less, until he could not even walk or crawl.
The brief outburst had consumed the little bit of strength that he had accumulated .
The rich scent spread around his mouth and nose. Cecil licked his lips subconsciously, sending the rich fragrance into his mouth. The scent seemed to carry some kind of magic, making his already tired brain even more dull.
Bifang did not make any unnecessary movements. He just stood a few meters away, quietly waiting for the hypnotic flower to take effect.
The world became light, the wounds seemed to no longer hurt, and the ground beneath my feet turned into soft cotton.
In front of everyone, the standing lion king suddenly became staggering, like a drunk cat, and the previous brutality seemed to have become an illusion in memory.
Not long after, the suddenly-arriving lion king completely tilted to one side, collapsed on the ground, and stopped moving.
Cecil fell down again.
