Doomsday Pavilion

There was a sea of ​​fog above the black and sinking sea, and he dared not float too high, for fear that he might lose Lin Chou if he was not careful.

However, Lin Chou learned from the meaning of Kuan Kuan's expression that the height of Wu Hai had gradually risen to the twenty positions of Lord Kuan Kuan, which was a full 200 meters.

The more I walked, the more it seemed to be walking towards the abyss, and even the surrounding light quickly dimmed.

"Hey, boy."

A voice suddenly floated from the thick fog.

"Fuck, fuck!"

"Who?"

"Cough cough." The voice was extremely old, with indescribable exhaustion and sleepiness. "An old man fishing, should he use a murder weapon at me?"

"Oh." Lin Chou quietly retracted the convenient shovel, "I'm sorry."

"Snapped"

"It's rude."

There is resistance to the shovel, "I am here, old man, where are you going to shovel? Are you going to kill an unarmed old man?"

"Sorry, sorry, the fog is too heavy, I really can't see where your old man is."

"Are your ears used to vent your breath? Young people nowadays, impetuous!"

Lin Chou walked in the direction of the voice of the old man on his right, tripping under his feet, and there was a snapping sound of falling into the water.

"You just kicked over my dinner."

"..."

"Um, old man, do you know that there is a reef formed by lapis lazuli nearby?"

"Young man, are you talking about that reef that is 400 kilometers away from the bright light and 700 kilometers away from here?"

"..."

"Old man, when I first arrived here, I was often lost, but now, no more."

"Oh, do you have a pointer?"

"That thing is useless in the dark mist."

"The old man will not get lost because I am blind now."

Nepal, f*ck!

"Boy, you really are a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, so you dare to singly into the black sinking sea? However, your awakened bloodline skill is a bit interesting. It does not sink into the water, and it is much better than a weighing mound."

The old man flicked the fishing rod and the water made a snap.

"...Are you always on the sea?"

"I'm blind, so are you? Didn't I sit on the shore without seeing the old man?"

shore?

"What is this place?"

"Is your child stupid? Of course this is an island!"

I TM...

I really want to give him a shovel!

"Hehe, I am in a good mood today, the old man, I will teach you a way to avoid getting lost on the sea."

"Do you know what water lines are?"

"do not know!"

Lin sorrowed hard for the answer.

"It doesn’t look like you understand this kind of esoteric and unearthly knowledge. Elderly, I will send compassion to tell you that this sea is based on the movement of the moon and the ebb and flow of gravitational tides... Don’t ask what the daddy moon is, neither did daddy. I've seen it! Wind, ocean current temperature, gravity, earth rotation, and various influences will eventually be manifested on the sea. Large and small waves are formed, cyclically and endlessly. These waves are like human palm prints, and each has its own characteristics. The meaning lies in the position of the fish school, or the topography of the seabed, and it can even be seen from the water patterns within a certain range whether there are tombs of ancient people thousands of years before the cataclysm. This knowledge will give you decades of time. I can't even learn a fur!"

Damn, then you say a ball!

"The water pattern is more fickle than a woman's face, but you must remember that, no matter how big the waves and the water patterns are, the general direction will always be towards the landing place, just as obvious as the lice on the bald head! It is generous, and will mark countless huge arrows on the surface of the sea to show the navigator the way home forever..."

When the fog was blocked, Lin Chou could only vaguely see the old man's shadow. After a lot of talk, the old man seemed tired.

"Fuck off, the old man has spent two catties on spitting...it's unreasonable that you can't live without a fish... When daddy is young, it can be said that the last day and night without shutting his mouth, old, old."

Lin Chou stunned his brain-sized waves, thanked him, and left.

After he left, hurricanes tornadoes crossed the border, tearing apart a corner of the dense fog.

The old man's coarse green shirt, holding the willow branch in his hand, lightly flicked it, and a fat blue-and-white bass was picked up by the willow branch from under the sea.

He was sitting on a large rock protruding in front of the beach, with only two horrible black holes in his eyes, carrying a fish basket, and turned and walked to the shore.

In the direction the old man was facing, a huge city wall undulated on the sea where his eyesight was extreme, and endless mist slowly flowed down from behind the high wall like a waterfall, spread out on the sea, and dispersed.

This city wall clearly has obvious traces of artificial stacking, but it is so majestic, tall, and sky-reaching, almost connecting the sea and the sky. In front of it, Mingguang City is like a child standing at the foot of a mountain looking up at the peak, as insignificant and ignorant.

...

Mingguang, 390 kilometers to the east, a 10,000-ton seal-class fishing boat is drifting beside an outcropping reef, just less than a hundred meters away from its side. The thick fog is like a flash flood that has slowed down dozens of times. Slowly but unwaveringly came.

"Quickly, pick up the anchor! The black mist is coming!"

"No! There are still two big nets that have not been set up. One night later, they will be torn to pieces by the big guys who are active at night."

"*** Give daddy a hurry up. The black mist is coming, and you know that the needle will fail immediately? Do you want to spend a night in the dark sea?"

"Hurry up!"

"Snapped."

The boatman licked his chapped lips and swung a special saber to chop off the head of the bonito. The light red blood splashed all over his body. The movements of his hands were swift and quick, pushing the body of the fish more than one meter long. In the ice room, fish heads are thrown on the deck at will.

There are hundreds of such hard work on the entire fishing boat. Whether it is a fat fish body or a fish head that can only be used to make bone meal, it is not something people like him can covet-but he is not only paid. , You can also pour a few barrels of blood on the deck, and steam it with wild vegetables when you go home. It is still very hungry and the protein intake can be guaranteed.

When Feng Shuo turned around and tried to drag a bonito, he found that his back was empty. Many workers who had completed their work stood on the deck, enjoying the spectacular scene of the dense fog.

This is a rare leisure time, and Shuo picked up an old wooden barrel, and filled the barrel with the fish blood from his workbench.

"Huh!!"

A lightning-fast figure broke through the fog, brought up the fog and smoke, and crashed onto the left side of the ship.

Lin Chou's head was stunned and dizzy. In front of him was a huge one hundred-meter-long ship. His left side of the ship was unexpectedly knocked out of a dent of more than ten centimeters.

Squinting his eyes and looking up, a black and thin young man above stared at him in horror, his barrel falling down and still unknowingly.

"Well, is there a lagoon rock nearby here?"

Fengshuo pointed to Lin Chou, "right behind you."

"OK."

"Hey!" Fengshuo hesitated and reminded, "The black mist is coming, you will get lost."

Lin Chou turned his head back with a smile, touched his pocket, and found that there was nothing in the pocket.

He pierced the sea with a shovel, and when he lifted it up again, he brought out a big fish nearly three meters long and threw it on the boat.

"Send you off!"

The big fish flew straight to the side of the ship nearly 20 meters high, and smashed the almost decomposed operation platform with a bang.

The hard workers who saw this scene gathered around,

"That man, he can run on the sea!"

"You can understand the world of the evolver?"

"Anchovy, madman, you are rich!"

"Brother lunatic, if you eat meat, why do you have to share some soup for the Big Brothers?"

"Lucky guy!"

At this moment, a man in a white first officer uniform walked over and squinted to look in the direction of Lin Chou's disappearance.

"First Mate!"

"Hello sir!"

The first officer greeted him and turned to face Feng Shuo.

He stammered and said, "Big, first mate...I will be able to fix the console soon, soon!"

"What's your name?"

"Abundant, abundant."

"Very well, I still lack a deputy by my side. After you go back, you can speak to the reception desk and follow me in the future."

Fengshuo was fainted by the sudden surprise, "Yes, but why..."

The first officer took off his white gloves and patted the three-meter-long flower anchovy, "The zero-order low-level upgraded anchovy, the taste is very good... This season, it is the time of breeding, in the belly, There should be a lot of fish eggs."

"Then, this, this fish will honor you..."

The first officer smiled and waved his hand, "How dare I cut a beard from such an adult? Haha...After you got ashore, you cut a few catties of fish meat and went to my house for a drink! I hid a bottle of Qingquanshan while taking advantage of it. Your sister-in-law hasn't noticed it yet, so our brothers will quickly get rid of it!"

"While it's still not dead, let the blood flow, and put it into the innermost layer of the ice room after it's processed. Only fresh anchovies can be sold at a good price."

"You don’t know the price of this upgraded anchovy? For a big guy like this, a sashimi made in Wanghailou can reach hundreds of circulation points! If you have fish eggs in your stomach, then congratulations, you You can buy a small yard in Xiacheng."

Fengshuo opened his mouth wide, "Really, really? You didn't lie to me, did you?"

"Hehe, I'm still waiting for the fresh anchovy sashimi, don't forget my share, the main station knows my address, I will let your sister-in-law cook the food and wait at home." The first officer waved his hand and turned into the cabin.

In the captain's room, Nian Yi took off his hat and poured himself a glass of water.

"My first officer, why do you want to do this? It's not harder to deal with a boatman than to squeeze a flea, such an anchovy, even I look at it."

The captain stood in front of the glass window and said in a low voice.

Outside the window, the black and thin boatman kept stroking the body of the fish, his mouth almost reaching the base of his ears.

"If I kill a boatman, I only get an anchovy. It's just a matter of going to the Octagon building several times and calling a few girls; if you keep this boatman, there may be a slight chance of getting the attention of an awakened person, you That said, my father?"

The captain laughed and turned around, revealing a face full of beards, "My first officer, among my dozen or so pairs of children, you are my favorite heir."

Nian Yi smiled and said, "Then, my father, what are your plans?"

"Plans? No plans. Those who don't die until they are young, after all, are still not dead. The days when our father and son wander at sea will have to live for a few more years."

There was no expression on Nian Yi's face, and he took a sip of the water in the glass.

Everyone is an anchovy in the sea, and they will be caught on a boat by a net at some unknown time. Even if it is a fish in the net, what he wants to do is the most valuable one.

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