Chapter 114: Chapter 111 The Smell of Burning Trash

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Bi Fang opened his backpack, took off his mud-stained windbreaker, shook off the sand, and put on his storm jacket again to ward off the cold wind.

The drone soared high, and the frequency of comments suddenly decreased.

Wang Yongbo, the person behind the scenes, was puzzled. It was 8 o’clock in the evening, which should be the peak time for user activity. Why did the activity drop so much while they were on the move?

But when he looked at the live broadcast screen, he was stunned.

Under the night sky.

Bi Fang walked on the cooling sands, with the Milky Way sprawling across the sky above him, and black shadows meandering across the land—clouds blocking the moonlight.

The wind sang in a low voice, like an ancient and mysterious song, reminiscent of the totemic characters on old stone pillars, inscribed there long before the world was born.

That was the language used by the god of nature when creating the world, singing alone.

He was omnipresent, the shifting sand dunes, the wind-eroded boulders, all quietly telling His stories.

The vastness of the universe made the audience unable to discern where the wind was coming from; it seemed omnipresent, as if innumerable people from all directions were blowing xuns (ancient wind instruments), humming ancient and mysterious tunes.

The clouds parted and the moon emerged, a perfect circle hanging in the sky, unveiling the stars above. A clean light filled the heavens, and on the boundless desert sands, each grain reflected the cold light of the stars and the moon.

The boundless desert… Yilihamu had lived amongst the dunes all his life but it was the first time he felt the desert to be so… so grand, instilling awe in him. How beautiful.

Many were at a loss for words, unable to find any terms to describe such a scene, and tacitly stopped sending comments.

In that moment, their thoughts converged, their souls vibrated.

Without the chatter of fools asking for gifts on the side, this clarity of the soul became even more pronounced.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Bi Fang guessed what was on everyone’s minds and voiced it. He stood still as the drone captured a 360-degree view of the entire desert and starry sky.

The beauty that attracts you is the one that ensnares you without your notice. And how true this was.

A beam of light piercing the night, a seed in the dirt just beginning to sprout green, a flower with a strange fragrance, a lazy cloud, a line of poetry that strikes the soul, a painting that captivates the heart, a sincere and touching melody.

A vast and boundless starry sky and desert.

[Suddenly feel like going for a Wilderness Survivalist experience, but what if

I’m not strong enough? Waiting online, urgent!]

[Go for it, I’ll sit at your wife’s table, you don’t have to worry]

[Saved a screenshot for wallpaper, thrilled!]

[I feel like all these years of traveling were wasted. I shouldn’t have gone to cities; I should have gone to forests and deserts!]

[Me too. Visiting other cities is just the same old thing, and crowded to boot.] [Watching Old Fang’s live broadcast, my soul has been cleansed, oh Lord, I have sinned, I shouldn’t have been born this handsome]}

[Someone called me handsome, and I thought all night-who let the cat out of the bag?]

As Bi Fang’s fan base grew, the audience became more familiar with him, and many started to change the way they addressed him.

From the original “streamer” to “Master Fang,” and now to “Old Fang” as many people called him, it was evident in their address.

It was a good thing; in fact, Bi Fang also felt this nickname was quite rustic, but many people liked it. After all, uniqueness could pique curiosity, curiosity brought clicks, and clicks brought traffic.

Even if it was uniquely rustic.

With the departure of Du Chuan and those few troublemakers, Bi Fang’s live stream’s popularity began to surge again. Back at the quicksand incident, there had already been a spike in interest, with the number of viewers exceeding one hundred and fifty thousand.

The more passive Bi Fang had been, the more oppressive people felt; now, the more miserable Du Chuan and his crew were, the more exhilarating it was for the audience.

The moment Du Chuan and the others got trapped in the quicksand, the online friends collectively reached a climax, ecstatic beyond measure.

The gifts rolled in, taking Bi Fang to the top of the Wolf Fang TV gift rankings! Unrivaled!

Moreover, Bi Fang’s live broadcast times were different from before, starting around eight or nine o’clock when people’s nightlife was just beginning.

The online friends’ activity level was incredibly high, and the popularity soared like a rocket. Gifts never stopped coming, to the point where even if Bi Fang sneezed, someone would send a gift praising the technical skill of the sneeze, making others green with envy.

In such circumstances, the popularity quickly climbed to a staggering five million, rightfully earning him the title of a major broadcaster!

Countless smaller broadcasters watched with eyes red with envy.

Looking at Bi Fang’s broadcasting experience, each live stream signified a new level, and to date, he had achieved a triple jump.

What about next time?

Is the top spot in Wolf Fang secure just like that?

Mo Xiaoxian watched Bi Fang’s meteoric rise and couldn’t help but reveal a wry smile; who sat on the throne of the “big brother” wasn’t for him to decide.

Perhaps in no more than two more sessions, he would have to step down and hand over his position as the lead of Wolf Fang.

There was absolutely no comparison.

This was the trend of the times; anyone with discernment could see that now, if anyone dared to challenge Bi Fang, they would be digging their own grave!

Bi Fang had already become the uncrowned king of Wolf Fang’s live broadcasts!

Meanwhile, the drone was still soaring through the night sky.

At the strong request of the audience, the drone flew high and filmed for a good ten minutes before returning to Bi Fang to continue the live broadcast.

After coughing twice, Bi Fang began to explain the next objective.

“During the day in the desert, the heat and lack of water can quickly deplete your energy, so I chose to move at night. Because of the heat capacity of sand, the temperature at night in the desert is significantly lower, even cold, so I put on a windbreaker. The temperature now is about…”

Bi Fang brought the topic back but suddenly sniffed, slightly puzzled.

“Strange, what’s that burnt smell? What’s burning?”

Desert scents are monotonous, just a common bitter burnt smell, but just now, this burnt smell suddenly became much denser, like the scent of garbage being incinerated.

It reminded him of the time not long ago when he had burnt bodies; the smell wasn’t as complex, but there was a resemblance.

[??? A burnt smell?]

[Is someone coming? Or is there a fire nearby?]

The live broadcast audience could only watch and listen, but not smell, so at this moment, they didn’t notice anything special. However, some other comments in the chat caught Bi Fang’s attention.

[Say, why are Young Master Lin and Lord Mu missing?]

[And that high school student too?]

[Right, I wouldn’t have realized if you hadn’t mentioned it.]

[Could it be that Old Fang, under oppressive power, would rather die than submit, so the big shots lost interest?]

[Rather die than submit? Sounds interesting, tell me more!]

Seeing the comments, Bi Fang realized that ever since a while back, Yao Jun and

Lin Chang seemed to have stopped appearing in the chat.

Logically, after driving away Du Chuan, shouldn’t they have started showing off their Spaceships to blind his “dog eyes”?

Why have they all disappeared?

But then, considering it again, Bi Fang let it go.

“After all, they are big bosses and students in real life; how could they possibly watch live broadcasts all the time? It’s normal for them to leave for a while.” It would be really strange if they hung out in his live broadcast room every day.

So, Bi Fang didn’t think too much of it, and the viewers, having digressed, made him forget about the burnt smell. After all, this was the desert; there wouldn’t be any forest fires.

It didn’t matter; perhaps some trash was really burning after all?