Are You Telling An Eight-Year-Old To Survive In The Wilderness? Chapter 138 – Title  

The effect of Bell's feat lasted for nearly half an hour before it gradually calmed down.

In this half an hour, the gifts did not stop even once in the live-stream.

In this short period of time, Bell's number of fans increased by several millions.

In the office building in Shanghai, Ye Fei stroked her chest.

She still looked fearful.

Bell's actions had really given her a fright.

If he died in the show, it would be a huge problem.

Fortunately, Bell had succeeded in creating a miracle.

“This guy really knows how to tease people.”

Anger appeared in Ye Fei's eyes. She was displeased with Bell's actions.

But at the same time, she was excited.

After all, this matter was indeed very stimulating.

“Haha, I think it's quite good for young people to have such drive.”

Uncle Zhao laughed and did not care about the effect of Bell's actions.

“Since this young man dares to try and succeed,

it means that besides courage, he is not a brainless person. At least, he knows his strength well.

The King of the Wilderness? This title is very interesting. Perhaps it can be a gimmick in the future. ”

In the field of live broadcasting, it was undoubtedly very exciting for the hosts to put a label on their name.

This brought a certain amount of traffic to the host.

A domineering name like the King of the Wilderness would undoubtedly bring countless benefits to Bell.

At least for the time being, the first person everyone thought of when mentioning the wilderness would be Bell. There was definitely no other person.

At the same time, Bell would become a peak, waiting for other challengers.

But this matter should not be so easy. After all, Bell had broken the limit of jumping, and it was in such a life and death situation.

Just a look at this extremely deep ravine would deter any ordinary people, let alone try to jump across it.

Bell did not pay attention to the reactions of the outside world.

After calming down, hunger surged again.

Rumble

A protesting sound came from his stomach, and Bell finally reacted.

Ever since yesterday morning, he had been doing intense activity. Moreover, he had just undergone a high-intensity jump. His body had long been exhausted.

If not for his willpower, Bell would have fallen to the ground.

But even so, Bell's hands were still slightly trembling. This was a sign of exhaustion that he had not noticed before.

He had to find a shelter as soon as possible and cook this dingo.

Previously, Bell thought that this dingo was enough for him to eat for an entire day, but from the degree of his hunger, it might not be the case.

This dingo might be finished in one meal.

He carried the dingo on his shoulder again. Without hesitation, he walked down the mountain and passed through another area of rocks before finding his ideal place.

The forest.

There were not many animals that could threaten Bell in this area of Australia. Other than the renowned saltwater crocodiles, there were only these wild dogs.

Therefore, although Bell was walking in the forest, he was not worried.

Saltwater crocodiles usually lived in lakes, bays, streams, and swamps, and there was no trace of them moving on such tall mountains.

Therefore, he could ignore this when building a shelter.

He only needed to see a place that could block the rain and wind. It would be best if the shelter could help him maintain some temperature like the bush yesterday. That way, he could have a good sleep.

The main reason was that he was too exhausted. He had to simplify everything.

Even if he wanted to build a good shelter, he did not have the spare energy to do so.

After considering all the safety factors, Bell's goal was much clearer.

Finally, he saw a slightly protruding rock platform halfway up the mountain forest, and there was a space below.

Although it was not big, it was enough to accommodate Bell.

He found some dead branches and quickly completed the construction of the shelter.

Fortunately, Bell was only eight years old and not too tall.

Under this stone platform that was not wide, he could actually stand up straight.

Bell felt his eyelids begin to close.

But he could not sleep yet.

Once he fell asleep in this situation, it would be difficult for him to wake up later.

When he woke up, his mental state would be extremely bad.

Because he had no food intake to replenish his energy, sleeping would not restore a lot of his stamina.

He gathered some firewood and built a fire.

“Alright, everyone. We have to hurry and start a fire. I'm already famished, but this time, I don't plan on drilling wood to start a fire. It's too slow.

I will teach everyone a new way to start a fire.

It can let us start a fire quickly. ”

Bell sat cross-legged on the ground and casually picked two branches from the pile of dead branches he had found earlier, bringing them to the camera.

“Actually, this fire plow friction fire is very similar to the fire saw method I taught everyone. It can even be said to be a new form of it.

The difference is that the materials used are different.

But like the method of using a fire saw, the efficiency of using fire plow friction fire is also very high.

“When there is no effective way to start a fire, the fire plow's efficiency is much higher than drilling wood to start a fire or using a flint.”

“These are the two branches that I have just chosen. Compared to the other branches, one of them is very hard, and the other is not completely dried. It also has some toughness.”

I will make a shallow groove in a stick with the dagger.”

Bell said as he busied himself.

He held the dagger in his hand and cut a 5cm groove down the length of a stick, then rubbed quickly against the groove with the tougher branch.

“High-speed friction can generate heat. As long as one's hand is fast enough, a high temperature will be generated within three minutes.

When executing this method, you have to pay attention to not let the sweat on your face fall into this groove, or all your previous efforts will be in vain.”

Time passed slowly.

Just as Bell had said, some black fuel gradually piled up in the groove.

However, these sawdust were not burning directly.

Only a wisp of green smoke rose.

Chapter end