Chapter 94: Chapter 92: Seize the Throat of Fate! (Major Chapter Update)

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Are you kidding me?

Catching a python?

Many new viewers were stunned and immediately the chat exploded, that was a python!

Everyone had just seen it clearly; it was a six-meter-long giant python!

Just by visual estimation, its weight was over forty kilograms, and just by constriction alone, it could strangle an adult to death!

It’s like setting off firecrackers!

However, many of the regular viewers weren’t so surprised, and they expressed that Master Fang was putting on a show!

[Awesome, I knew Master Fang wouldn’t take the ordinary path, always wanting to stir up something.]

[Although this livestream is quite short, seeing that Master Fang is risking his life to catch the snake, I’ll forgive you.]

[Lin Chang donated a Spaceship*! to the host—ah, although I really want to watch, I can call the zoo people to come and catch it, they have the full set of tools…]

“No need!” Bi Fang waved his hand, “I’m not going to be so foolish as to try catching it with my bare hands. I will definitely use the right methods and techniques. As long as we use the right approach, pythons are not as terrifying as you think.”

Bi Fang stood up and eyed the Golden Python not far from him, formulating a plan in his mind.

He first took out his phone and dialed no, clearly explained the situation to the police and urged them to come quickly, then he started to collect some tree sticks as thick as fingers, about the length of a forearm.

If there were several people, they could directly tackle a big python by avoiding being bitten and the others could hold down the python’s body.

But since he was alone, it became more difficult. He needed to create some small tools and traps; otherwise, the danger was too great.

Bi Fang merely wanted to demonstrate how to catch a python in the wild, not how to escape after being constricted by a python.

“The key to catching a python is never to allow it space to twist. If it wraps around you, you’ll be in mortal danger!”

Pythons move slowly; they can only lunge within a certain range, bursting out with astonishing speed, but the idea of chasing prey is utterly a fantasy.

And because they don’t chase prey, pythons and boa constrictors are opportunistic predators, which means they wait for the prey to come close to them.

They are not hunters; their very bodies are traps!

To make this trap more effective, they have focused all their talents on constricting, determined to ensure that any animal bumping into them has no return!

“The Gebayas Tribe in Africa are adept at catching pythons. To get python skins, they would directly enter caves to capture pythons, and many have died doing so. By now, few people in the Gebayas still do this, the young people in the tribe refuse to enter the caves and fight with the pythons.”

[Holy shit, that brave? Going straight into the cave to catch them?]

[Obviously, no one is willing to do it; a single slip-up and you’re dead.]

[That’s insane, just imagining that scene scares me, in the pitch-black cave, the python coiled up, you’re face to face with it…]

[Stop talking, I’m already scared.]

“Yes, that’s how bold they are. They would carve out a path that is tens of meters long leading to the python’s cave, then carrying torches, they would crawl into the narrow python cave until they found the python.”

“When they reach the bottom of the cave where the mother python is incubating eggs, the Gebayas’ people would place the torch beside the python’s head, using the flame to cover its eyes, while grabbing the python’s neck with the other hand.”

“Because the python cannot see clearly, it allows the hunters to grasp it. If the python tries to bite, the hunter will extend a hand wrapped in animal skin for the python to bite. This gives the hunter a chance to drag the python out of the cave. Also, the narrow cave maximizes the prevention of the python’s twisting and constricting.”

Bi Fang bent two pliable sticks into hoops, then tied them tightly with thin rope, and wrapped the remaining sticks around these two hoops, fixing them with the rope as well.

This formed a simple snare.

Bi Fang’s approach was similar to that of the Gebayas’ people, using fire to attract the Golden Python into this simple snare, and then seizing the opportunity to catch its head.

“Since this Golden Python was abandoned, I don’t think its owner would have fed it well before discarding it, which is why we’re dealing with a long-starved large python. That’s also why I didn’t want to approach it carelessly at first, even though it might be quite tame.”

“Under such circumstances, a small piece of charcoal fire with a bit of meat smell is enough to pique its interest.”

Like snakes, pythons rely on sensing temperature and smell to capture prey. A piece of charcoal that’s not completely smothered and has a meat scent may be mistaken for small prey like a rabbit.

Even if it doesn’t mistake it, the charcoal pile with a temperature clearly higher than the surrounding environment is extremely attractive to the python.

It’s close to the end of October now, so the temperature isn’t high, not within the python’s active temperature range, and it badly needs the heat.

Meanwhile, Bi Fang, who had finished explaining his plan, had already started making fire, using the firesteel to easily ignite the dry wood.

Carrying the snare, Bi Fang went close to the Golden Python, dug a cylindrical pit on the ground just big enough to secure the snare in place.

Then, he dug another, deeper pit at the end far away from the python, using a hunting knife since he didn’t have a shovel.

He snuffed out the fire that was burning for a short while, chose a piece of wood the size of an arm, and placed it into the pit, then opened one of the canned foods he had brought and poured it in.

[Rest in green, Master Fang actually brought food.]

[What an easy survival.]

[The purpose isn’t survival, it’s skill training, I can understand.]

It turns out I still have loyal fans.

Bi Fang felt quite gratified; indeed, this was the most well-prepared he had ever been for an outing, and he didn’t plan on being overly serious: if he couldn’t capture any prey, he would just make do with the canned food.

It all made sense.

Once everything was set up, Bi Fang hid behind a large tree and quietly waited for the Golden Python to take the bait.

Counting the time, it had been almost half an hour since he started preparing, and by the time he captured the python, the police would be about to arrive. Everything was going according to plan!

The drone quietly settled on a tree, capturing every single movement of the Golden Python.

Soon, the darting tongue of the Golden Python detected unusually dense “odor particles” in the air, exciting it instantly as it had not eaten for a long time.

It had been a while since it had last eaten; even though it had found a wild rabbit before, it had been discovered before it could get close. Now, it seemed to have another chance!

Through the live footage from the drone, Bi Fang saw clearly that the Golden Python started to move again, twisting its thick body as it crawled out of its burrow.

[Damn, it’s moving, it’s really moving!]

[Predicting this spot, the streamer has complete control of it!]

[Awesome, this move, this is a top-level prediction!]

[Lord Mu gifted the streamer a Spaceship*!—amazing, Master Fang is indeed Master Fang!]

As the python slithered, the viewer count in Bi Fang’s live room also began to twist upwards. The trend line that had already broken a hundred thousand soared again and shortly reached the level of one hundred and thirty thousand!

Impressive, many other streamers were privately shocked.

Last time, battling the wolf pack and breaking a hundred thousand viewers was one thing, as the content was amazing and unique across Huaxia, no, the entire world.

Plus, with Lin Chang’s thousands of rockets, it was akin to broadcasting thousands of times throughout the platform.

Now, without as many rockets, how come the viewer count is even higher?

And from the beginning, these numbers have been incredibly stable.

Many could imagine that even if the next live stream’s content was mediocre, Bi Fang’s viewer numbers would remain above one hundred thousand—that now defined him as a top streamer!

“Eh, I didn’t expect to change the revenue-sharing model so quickly,” Wang Yongbo remarked with some emotion backstage.

According to the agreement in their previous contract, as long as Bi Fang’s live viewer count could hold steady above one hundred thousand, and there was no data falsification, the partnership would automatically upgrade to a star-level contract, with a gift revenue split changing to twenty-eighty.

But last time, during the live stream, Wolf Fang didn’t ask for this revenue sharing. He gave it all to Bi Fang, even at a loss.

It was as if they had never engaged in the previous thirty-seventy revenue sharing at all, right?

The growth was too quick, wasn’t it?

The speed of contract modification couldn’t keep up with the rise in popularity; where did that leave any room for argument?

Fortunately, Wang Yongbo wasn’t dwelling on it since the stock price had soared by several hundred million. Fussing over such matters would be missing the big picture.

Overall, their partnership was very pleasant.

Everybody wins.

The only one who probably didn’t—was Shark?

On the large screen, the Golden Python continued to crawl slowly, its path aligning perfectly with the one Bi Fang had planned!

It went straight into the ditch Bi Fang had dug earlier!

“As expected, this snake isn’t too bright, Yazier,” Bi Fang chuckled, pleased that the situation was unfolding just as he had planned.

This pet snake was nowhere near as alert as those in the wild, completely overlooking his presence.

Bi Fang didn’t believe the big python hadn’t noticed him; that was impossible with the python’s highly developed sense of smell. It just didn’t care.

[The snake is really crawling so slowly.]

[Normal, being fast would be strange. Snakes are ectothermic animals. Now that autumn is here and temperatures are lower, they can’t move fast, and they get slower the colder it gets, until they hibernate.]

As Bi Fang’s fan base expanded, many basic facts no longer needed his explanation. The Shuiyou (Online Friends/Audience) would answer automatically.

Just wait a little longer.

A little longer.

The Golden Python had crawled into the ditch, but Bi Fang did not rush out; it hadn’t entered the sleeve yet.

However, when the big python arrived at the sleeve, it suddenly stopped.

The hearts of the Shuiyou were instantly strung up.

[Has it sensed something?]

[Could it fail?]

[It’s over, it’s over. Is it hopeless? Old Fang, tell us honestly.]

“No, it’s just observing,” Bi Fang shookhis head.

He didn’t think the Golden Python had noticed the trap. How could a pet be so alert?

The frequency of the big python’s tongue flicks noticeably increased, proving it was only trying to gather more information, just like how people like to sniff their food before eating.

Sure enough, the next second, the Golden Python slithered into the sleeve!

That’s it!

Bi Fang clenched his fists excitedly, waiting until the big python emerged from the other end of the sleeve. Then, he lunged forward in one swift motion!

The Golden Python’s attention was wholly focused on the “lunch” in front of it, completely oblivious to Bi Fang’s approach, or rather, as a pet kept in captivity, it had no sense of danger at all!

Until it felt its neck being seized by a large pair of hands!