Shell Ant

In the swamp, mosquitoes danced, and a five-meter long bay crocodile was firmly bound at the snout, its vertical pupils gleaming with ferocity. At that moment, a young man cover in mud was straddling it, and he was very modest in the face of audience's praise.
"I'm Bi Fang, a professional explorer. I have trekked atop the roof of the world and traversed through the Valley of Death, and I've even challenged the mysterious Amazon. Even the National Geographic has named me the world's premier survival expert, the king of the wild at the top of the food chain, but trust me, that's all an overstatement..."
Under the crimson clouds, Bi Fang silently tightened the rope in his hand and, seeing that the bay crocodile beneath him had finally stopped struggling, he pulled out the Hunting Knife and killed it with a single strike to the underside of its jaw.
"Today is the second day of survival. I thought I would have to endure another hungry night, but now it seems, dinner has taken care of itself."

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The rough pottery jar was blackened by the flames, and the scalding boiling water emitted copious amounts of steam, gushing out towards the mouth of the jar.


Four cleaned weaver birds tumbled in the pale rolling water, with occasional flecks of oil floating above, giving a glimpse of a few slices of smoked meat mixed among them.


Bi Fang took out the stomach pouch, scooped the coagulated blood blocks from within, expertly cut them into small pieces with a dagger, and poured them into the jar.


Under the gentle action of the water flow, the blood blocks swiftly hardened and floated erratically.


Breaking open a solid baobab fruit, Bi Fang took out the pulp and dripped the sour juice into the jar while also sprinkling in a handful of spices, most of which were dried plant powders.


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