Celestial Masters Alliance

I have heard of this kind of thing for a long time, but this is the first time I have seen it. After all, I do not live in a coastal area. It is recorded in the book that this isopod will penetrate into the gill cavity of fish when it is a larvae, and then use its claws to fix the position of the fish's tongue. It can not only grasp the skin of the fish, but also penetrate deep under the base of the tongue and even embed it. In the flesh, it feeds on the host's blood and grows. Once the host is unable to provide the nutrients it needs, it begins to devour the host's tongue and muscles.

The tongue louse in the shark's mouth has completely taken over its mouth, and it seems to have been in the shark's body for a long time. I can understand that other species of fish cannot get rid of this parasite, but after all, the shark is an animal with forelimbs, so wouldn't it pull out this disgusting thing by itself?

Could it be that tongue lice have an anesthetic effect on their body, so they can eat their entire tongue and still not feel it? I thought about it for a long time, and the shark twisted his body to resist.

I held back my nausea, opened its mouth with one hand, reached into its mouth with the other hand, grabbed the three-finger-wide louse and tore it out. The shark was hurt by the pull, and it turned its last strength into biting to deal with my fingers that inserted into its mouth. Its fine and sharp teeth penetrated the pad of my thumb that was holding the tongue louse. Fortunately, it was blocked by the dragon-shaped ring on my index finger, otherwise two of my fingers would have been broken off.

I was a little angry, so I became fierce, no longer willing to give in to my strength, and opened its mouth again with all my strength, and completely pulled out the tongue louse. A stream of sticky blood sprayed out from its mouth at the same time and splashed on my face, which was extremely fishy. Each leg of the tongue louse has the muscle tissue inside the shark's mouth hanging from it. It stared at me with its round black eyes, looking innocent, as if it didn't understand what it had done wrong to make me so angry. .

All the hairs on my body stood up. I stretched the hand holding the tongue louse as far away from me as possible. I ran to the tent in a panic, found the shovel, threw the tongue louse at the bottom of the iron pot, picked up the shovel, and tried to greet it. .

The thin light yellow shell of the tongue louse cracked and shattered, and the red and black mucus spread with the slap of the shovel. I quickly stepped aside, dropped the shovel covered in mucus in my hand, and lay on the ground to vomit. I hadn't eaten anything in the morning, so I vomited all the jaundice water.

I lay on the wet sand with a headache. I raised my hand and looked at my bitten thumb. The blood spread in the rubber gloves and seeped out from the holes. My body began to feel cold.

It's time to catch a cold, it's over, I didn't bring any cold medicine. After resting for a while, I felt even more tired, so I might as well find something to do to keep myself busy. I got up and washed my wounds and face with the dew collected from the leaves. I got some tree sap and swallowed the headache powder. I waited until the medicine took effect before I started scrubbing the iron pot.

After removing the tongue lice, the shark seemed to be in worse condition. He stayed quietly on the surface of the water, his tail fin stiff, and his shutter-like gills opened slightly after a long time. The blood and mucus in his mouth flowed out from the gills. The water in the shallow well had already Nausea mixed with mucus and blood. I curled my lips in disgust, thinking it was hopeless.

Thinking about it this way, I still have to move my hands on my own. I took off my soaked clothes and threw them aside, and carried a bucket to the mountain to fetch water.

As I walked, I counted. I walked a total of 2,375 steps up the mountain. My step distance was about 80 centimeters, which meant that it took about four kilometers to get water back and forth. There is no prediction on the capacity of the cauldron. I only have a bucket with a capacity of fifteen liters. So the question is, how many times does it take to get enough water for the shark to consume for a day?

When I came to the lake, I walked around the lake and always felt that something was wrong. After wandering around for more than ten minutes, I realized that after yesterday's heavy rain, the water level of the lake had not risen at all. The lake seemed to be dead. The light green at the bottom of the lake disappeared and turned into dark green and black. I was staring at the surface of the lake. During this time, not even a bubble appeared. Could it be that the animals living at the bottom of the lake escaped yesterday's heavy rain.

Why hasn't the water level risen? This lake has no tributaries and no downstream channels. It is just a pool of stagnant water. Could it be a flush toilet? There is a loop pipe at the bottom that leads to the sea, so the water level can always be maintained?

While thinking wildly, he filled a bucket of water and started transporting it down the mountain. If I could have a glue pipe, I could bring the water right down from the top of the mountain. I looked at the tall strange trees. It would be great if they were bamboos. Spending some time and effort would save a lot of time and effort.

well! Forget it, it’s better to be realistic. Carrying fifteen liters of weight is very hard for me who has lived in comfort for a long time. Going down the mountain itself is relatively difficult. My legs have begun to shake after going back and forth. Even more desperate, I found that a bucket of water was poured into the iron pot to only fill it to the bottom.

After looking at the shark who was about to expire, he endured his trembling legs and set off towards the top of the mountain again. In the current situation of the shark, two buckets of water can be used to throw it into the iron pot. Anyway, no matter how much water it is, it will float on the surface. When the second bucket of water was poured into the iron pot, I had no feeling in my legs, and it felt like I was stepping on extremely elastic noodles when I walked.

I grabbed the shark's tail and dragged it casually on the beach, but it was unconscious anyway. After throwing it into the iron pot, I broke off a piece of potassium permanganate, found a leaf, cut it into a fan shape, filled it with fresh water to dissolve the tablets, and then poured the medicine in through its shutter-like gills. After a series of movements, the shark remained motionless, turning its belly and staring at its pure white eyes without eyelids. I shook my hand in front of its eyes and found that its eyeballs were covered with a layer of white frost. This is a symbol of death. Is it already dead?

I sat down beside the iron pot in disappointment, sniffing in frustration. Looking up at the sky full of red clouds, I thought of Wood, because on the day I found the jade lock, Wood came to me on a broken bicycle and the sky was also red. They were beautiful flaming clouds, unlike the endless scarlet red here. I sat on the back seat of the bicycle, holding Mu Mu's waist, and the hug was infinitely warm. He accompanied me and sang the most popular square dance songs, and his ears turned red with embarrassment at his stupid behavior.

I hummed a song unconsciously, hoping to borrow some happiness from that warmth to drive away loneliness and have the courage to live alone. "Gulu gulu" The shark heard the singing and began to fan its cheeks, struggling to come back to life. Unfortunately, the water in the iron pot was too shallow and kept scratching its skin. Its tenacious vitality inspired me. I climbed up and carried the bucket to the top of the mountain again.

When the fifth bucket of water was poured into the iron pot, the shark turned over and lay still on the bottom of the water. I saw the ball of hair on its head constantly changing its posture in the water, like a flaming cloud. Is it salvageable?

I collapsed beside the iron pot, my hands and feet shaking from overexertion. This day has been really fulfilling, the sky is starting to get dark, my clothes have not been washed, the fire has not been lit, and dinner has not been prepared.

What should I get the sharks to eat? It has not eaten for three days since the day it was disconnected from the power grid. It is very weak now. I have to get it food first.

I first built a simple stove. It sounds like a stove, but it is actually a three-dimensional triangle made of fallen observation tower brackets. The pot left by the fat man was placed in the groove formed above the triangle. The leaves dried on the tent were already dry, but these leaves were only enough to last until midnight, so I didn't dare to light a fire right away. I took a shovel and scraped some moss in the woods and put it next to the iron pot.

I don’t know if the sharks will eat it, so don’t worry! Just prepare something normal! The big shell I found yesterday is still beside the shallow well. It obviously moved a lot on its own. It opened its mouth and blew bubbles in the shallow well. When I got closer, it immediately retracted into its hard shell.

It seems that the hard shell is difficult to deal with. I believe that even if the sharks feed on oyster meat, they will not be able to open this hard shell now, so I still have to do it. The large shell could barely fit into the pot, and I threw it into the pot after the water boiled. Fortunately, like the shellfish I know, it opens its mouth when it is heated. I was shocked again when I saw the fist-sized pearl in the big shell fully displayed before my eyes.