Livestreaming the Hunt

Wang Kui quickly sorted out his equipment, turned on the recorder, walked out of the campsite, and scanned his surroundings.

The night passed, and the pack and the body were covered with water drops, but the fire was still burning, indicating that someone had just filled in the branches and dead wood in the morning.

Because it is afternoon in China.

So as soon as the live broadcast room opened, many viewers who had received news push crowded in.

[It's so early, Lao Kui! 】

【How did you sleep last night? Those primitive people didn't do anything to you, did they? 】

[The atmosphere suddenly became turbid! 】

【Huh? What about those primitive people, why didn't they see it? 】

...

Seeing that Dagu, Batu, Laohei, and Scarface were all there, Wang Kui breathed a sigh of relief: "When I woke up in the morning, they were gone!"

What! ?

[Fuck! It can't be that they sneaked away with crocodile meat and equipment while you were asleep, right? 】

[I didn't expect these primitive people to have such bad eyes! 】

Wang Kui shook his head: "The fire has just been filled with new dead wood, and the footprints are all new, which means they just walked not far away, and they didn't touch my equipment, and the crocodile meat is still there."

Where did they go?

Just when the audience was at a loss.

Wang Kui suddenly noticed that Lao Hei seemed a little listless.

He squatted down to take a closer look, and there seemed to be yellow mucus oozing from the edge of Bundy above his head to protect the wound.

"The environment in the Congo rainforest is indeed too hot, and the wound has begun to show signs of inflammation..."

rustle……

Wang Kui sighed, and was about to take off the old blackhead's Bundy, and was about to give it anti-inflammatory drugs, but the bushes trembled, and it was the disappearing Nilots who came back!

Look at everyone holding some weeds in their hands.

When Wang Kui took a look, he saw some common tropical plants, such as Imperata cottage, fern leaves of the genus Imperata, and the stems and leaves of the genus Shiwei.

Without exception, these are wild plants that have effects on trauma and hemostasis.

Jialu kindly picked up the white thatch in his hand and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, then spit out the chewed leaves on his arm, and pointed at Old Hei.

Only then did the audience understand that they should have seen Lao Hei injured and wanted to get some herbs to treat him.

Wang Kui also explained the names and functions of these plants one by one.

[I didn't expect that these primitive people knew a lot, and they knew that Chinese herbal medicine can cure diseases and stop bleeding! 】

[In ancient times, Shennong tasted all kinds of herbs! If the primitive tribe can continue forever, it must have its own knowledge inheritance! 】

[It seems that we blamed them wrongly! 】

[I'm just saying, primitive people shouldn't have so many tricks! 】

...

Jialu and the others worked hard to collect herbs early in the morning, and Wang Kui was very moved, so he also expressed his thanks by bowing and shaking hands with Chinese etiquette.

But Wang Kui, who was born in a medical class, naturally knew that although herbal medicines are effective, they are not curable by simply applying them.

So next.

He really taught this group of primitive people a lesson on the spot.

He took out the first aid kit, tore open the Bondi, cleaned the sore pus with a cotton swab, then washed it with iodine, and finally applied the crushed herbal medicine from Garu and the others, and wrapped it with gauze.

During this period.

Garou asked many questions.

He expressed his shock when he learned that in order to heal the wound quickly, the inflamed and purulent fluid needs to be disposed of first.

Seeing the astonishment of these primitive people, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help feeling a lot of emotion.

[666, Lao Kui started to spread modern medical skills! 】

[Don't look at it as a small way to treat wounds. As everyone knows, primitive tribes are most likely to leave trauma, and many primitive people don't understand wound inflammation treatment, and it is easy to cause internal infection and death in the end. 】

[Yes, this little knowledge of Lao Kui may be able to increase the average life expectancy of a primitive tribe by several years! 】

【well! This is the power of knowledge. Now when these primitive people look at Lao Kui, it is probably the same as when our Qing Dynasty looked at foreign guns and cannons in person! 】

[Good guy, the height of the theme suddenly made you sublimated! 】

...

After treating Lao Hei's wound.

After Wang Kui and Jia Lu finished eating the crocodile meat, they were ready to start their journey.

This time, with Jia Lu leading the way, they can finally rest, and they don't have to keep hunting with tense nerves.

And those young primitive people's eyes lit up with envy when they saw Scarface helping Wang Kui with his load.

Without tool beasts, they rely on manpower for everything, which is why so many of them go hunting together.

On the one hand, tell them that the success rate of hunting in a team is higher, and on the other hand, it is because of the strength of the number of people that they can carry back the prey faster.

Like this alligator.

Without Scarface's help, at least four grown men would be able to drag it across the rainforest.

All the way to the northeast.

Although Garu and the others walked all day yesterday, that was counting the time spent meticulously searching for prey and tracking footprints.

If it's purely on the road like now, it won't even take half of it.

This is not.

It was almost noon when the sun was shining, finally, Garou pointed forward and patted his chest happily.

According to Wang Kui's understanding, not far in front of them is the Chagmi tribe.

So, he took out the map and compared it, trying to make a mark, but found a small river in front of him.

as expected.

Passing through the next piece of bushes, the field of vision instantly widened. A brick-black small river more than ten meters wide stood horizontally in the center, separating the two banks.

Maybe it's been too long in the rainforest.

Even though he was sweating under the scorching sun, Wang Kui felt at ease as long as he saw the blue and cloudless sky.

But the audience didn't get it.

How can such a big river pass by?

Although the current of the river is not turbulent, judging from the color, the depth may not be shallow.

In addition, the scene of the sharp-toed crocodile attacking in the front is vivid, who dares to swim over at this time, doesn't it mean looking for death!

But everyone didn't expect it.

Jia Lu took a deep breath, squeezed his throat, and shouted suddenly, even making strange screams.

This call is very similar to the howl of a falcon like Xiaobai, sharp, penetrating, and rhythmic.

Garu was the first to finish calling.

Immediately afterwards, the other companions beside him also yelled together.

The whole process lasted more than a minute.

Fundraising.

In the jungle on the other side of the river, the same shout came from behind!

Hearing the response, Garu stopped, excitedly puffed his chest, "Dick! Laya!"

Wang Kui understood that the tribe should come to pick them up.

did not expect.

He just turned around.

Then he saw a huge canoe paddled out from the other side of the river, on which stood four Nilotes who were the same as Garu, three big and one small.

They are covered with strange runes, with feathers and colorful plants on their heads, and animal teeth on their noses. They are holding spears and oars, and they are slowly attacking like warships!