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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Rainwater mixed with mud poured into the trenches, carrying leaves into the river, emitting the unique earthy scent of rainy days.


Ge'er Siding looked down at the indecipherable substance under her feet that seemed like feces, maybe mud, with a profoundly complicated expression on her face.


But clearly, there was something even more shocking waiting for her.


Looking at the Bloody Mary on the riverbank, Ge'er suddenly felt the urge to turn around and leave, "It's even worse than a rag-picker's tin shack!"


Captain Johnson walked toward his beloved ship, glanced at Ge'er, and said with a smile, "It may not look pretty, but she's got guts."


Bi Fang followed behind Johnson and took a glance.


It was truly shabby, like an iron shack hastily erected in a refugee area, its side patched up with collected, rusty iron sheets, forming a larger metal wall to shield from wind and rain.


Chapter 3: Unchanging Course