Banna Rainforest survival, day seven.
Two days had gone by without any gains, and the sunk costs were getting higher.
Bi Fang yawned, reached to grasp the edge of the hammock, swung his body to the vines at the edge, and let go to land on the ground.
Throughout the entire sixth day, Bi Fang had been following far behind the Wild Baizhi Ox, but unfortunately, it hadn't headed towards its salt mine base.
"It shouldn't be able to last so long, how is it enduring?" Bi Fang was puzzled.
Having already dealt with two nights in the wilderness, the experience was far from pleasant.
Last night he used vines to build a hammock between two trees, two meters off the ground, which was any but comfortable to sleep in, it was not only unyielding but also extremely rigid.
It was so hard that his back ached.