Chapter 924: Chapter 920: Sleep Like a Baby Chapter 924: Chapter 920: Sleep Like a Baby “This is the Hypnotic Flower.”

Bi Fang untied the knot on his stomach bag, unfolded it, and took out a well-preserved pink large flower from it. The drone locked onto the target and zoomed in, allowing everyone to carefully observe it.

The flower had not been picked for long, and it was relatively well-preserved, with only a few areas showing signs of moisture due to the overflow of cell liquid after being pressed, making it look quite fresh.

Bi Fang took out a fresh green leaf, rolled it into a funnel shape to fix it, and then plucked all the petals from the flower in his stomach bag, stacked them together, twisted them by hand, and slowly squeezed out its juice, which dripped onto the leaf.

“The Hypnotic Flower is a dicotyledonous plant unique to Africa, also known as the Drunken Flower. It is dazzling in color and rich in fragrance, often growing in wild and desolate places. The key is that it has a strong hypnotic effect.”

“A person only needs to lick the petals with their tongue to become drowsy. Wild animals eat it and immediately lie down to sleep, even two-ton heavy rhinoceroses will collapse to the ground after consuming it.”

“We apply its juice on the lion’s nostrils and also could drip extra into its mouth, which can help us anesthetize it and reduce the possibility of danger.”

At this moment, it was uncertain whether the conservation center’s staff or the poacher’s accomplices would arrive first, making Bi Fang speak faster than usual and quicken his actions, undoubtedly casting a shadow of tension over everyone’s hearts.

If the conservation center’s people arrive first, then all will be well; the lions will be saved, and the people will be safe.

It is feared that if the poachers arrive first, the situation could become much more perilous.

“South Africa has many similar plants, such as a tree called Manula, which can make wine and is known as the ‘Drunken Tree.'”
“African elephants love to eat this fruit. When they gorge on it and then drink some water, they become drunk, some running wildly, while more just stagger and sleep heavily, unable to wake up for a day.”

“There’s also the Mongolian Desert of Tanzania, where there is a type of bamboo that leaks wine, called Alcoholic Bamboo. This wine is only less than twenty-degree proof, and when new bamboo shoots are cut, the wounds secrete an alcoholic liquid with a unique fragrance. Some animals that eat the young bamboo or frequently quench their thirst with Alcoholic Bamboo’s juice accumulate a large amount of alcohol in their bodies, often becoming dizzily intoxicated.”

[Strange knowledge increased]
[Is Old Fang preparing to perform anesthesia surgery on the lion?]
[So tense]
[Truly freaking exhilarating]
[Racing against time]
The outer surface of leaves generally has a cuticle layer, which acts to prevent loss of water, mainly composed of lipids effectively blocking the water.

When the Hypnotic Flower’s juice falls on it, the two do not mix and are able to receive it almost without any loss.

As plants are rich in water content, the leaf funnel soon accumulated nearly one-third of the plant juice.

Bi Fang carefully took the funnel-shaped leaf filled with Hypnotic Flower juice and moved closer to the Lion King’s head.

There were more secure methods, such as fixing the funnel on top of a tree stick in an indirect way to give the juice to Cecil, but that was problematic for a number of reasons, such as the Lion King suddenly waking up and potentially knocking over the funnel, ruining all the progress.

The Hypnotic Flower was something Bi Fang had found on their way; if it was knocked over, it would be unclear where to find more.

[A bit scared, this is wild]
[Really going for it?]
[My hands are already shaking, the immersion is too strong]
[Nerds have what kind of immersion?]
[Dude, wild dogs stay far away, but there are people who dare to approach a wild lion, only utmost respect can express my admiration]
Between lions and tigers, who is the real king of predators has always been a topic of interest, but that doesn’t stop the lion from being one of the most formidable predators in nature.

Even fully armed, few dared to approach a lion that was completely unfamiliar, full of hostility toward humans, and liable to attack at any moment.

Let alone Bi Fang, who had nothing but an ill-fitting protection suit, which might make little difference under the lion’s bite force.

Cecil lay in the plush green grass, amidst small yellow flowers swaying in the wind.

An arrow was stuck in its belly, its mane, which should have been proud and flowing, was now clotted with blood, matted together, and limp.

If not for the slight rise and fall of its chest indicating the lion was still breathing, someone might have thought Cecil was already dead.

Perhaps before it had carelessly fled into this forest, the aging Lion King had chosen its own graveyard.

A drone hovered midair, the orange sunlight stretching across the forest, casting shadows on the ground that separated a man from a lion.

The air was filled with floating dust, which hung in the almost stagnant atmosphere of the quiet forest.

Bi Fang held a leaf funnel, stepped over the shadows, and approached behind the Lion King. He bent slightly, raised his right hand about a meter above Cecil’s head, aimed, then turned his wrist, directing the mouth of the funnel toward the lion’s mouth and slowly poured.

The pale pink murky liquid, tinged with the hue of the Hypnotic Flower, rolled on the lush leaves, quickly forming a tension-filled arc at the edge of the leaves, glistening under the forest sunlight.

Everyone’s hearts pounded as if trying to leap out from their chests, venting the nervousness within.

Everyone dared not breathe heavily, yet it seemed with that unnatural breathing, the tension-filled arc suddenly shattered. Droplets, pulled by an unseen force, fell and plumped up, dropping into the lion’s mouth.

Was it successful?

Seeing no reaction from the lion, as if the potion had truly taken effect, the audience inevitably breathed a sigh of relief.

Cecil suddenly opened his eyes. The golden pupils, obscured by the dancing tree shadows, emitted such a sharp light, the signs of near death seemed like a guise.

This severely injured lion was about to launch a new attack on the intruders.

Everyone’s hearts nearly stopped, their hair standing on end.

The lion that had seemed to be on the brink of death, lay down, then abruptly stood up. The muscles under its eyelids bulged, revealing fangs as sharp as knives, capable of slicing through the scalp of all who gazed upon them.

The stagnant dust stirred, and everything seemed to spin again, too fast for anyone to react.

In desperation, Bi Fang poured out all the liquid from the leaf and jumped back quickly.

But in just a moment, that fierce and brutal gaze began to blur again. The muscles under the eyes, just bulged, now softened, then bulged again, repeatedly.

Cecil was too tired, it had been hit by an arrow very early on, and was bleeding profusely.

During the escape, the wound grew more painful, and its strength diminished, little by little, until it couldn’t even walk, struggling to even crawl.

The short flare-up had drained the little energy it had gathered when it first lay on the ground.

The rich fragrance spread to the tips of Cecil’s nose and mouth. Instinctively, Cecil licked its lips, bringing the heady scent into its mouth. The fragrance seemed to carry a magic that made its already weary brain even slower.

Bi Fang made no extra movements, he just stood a few meters away, quietly waiting for the Hypnotic Flower to take effect.

The world seemed light and airy, the pain from the wounds seemed to fade, and the ground underfoot felt like soft cotton.

Before everyone, the standing Lion King suddenly staggered, appearing like a drunken big cat. The previous brutality seemed like a delusion from memory.

It wasn’t long before the lion that had lashed out completely keeled over to one side, collapsed on the ground, immobile.

Cecil had fallen again.