God of Fishing

The perfect way for Han Fei to think of it is for two spiritualists to stand face to face, you give me spiritual energy, I give you spiritual energy.

In this way, both parties can use the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth to keep each other in a state of spiritual flux.

But even in this way, it doesn't work. Though in theory, the Polymerist is a gas bridge device that uses itself as a conductor to control the direction of the spiritual energy. But that doesn't mean that these spirits pass through themselves, they must be their own.

Instead, the Gathering Spiritualist needs to keep gathering his spiritual energy, but he is also constantly consuming his own spiritual energy.

Consumption is low, but it always runs out. Moreover, it was definitely consumed within eight hours, or even shorter. Because Gathering Spiritualists keep gathering spirits, not only to consume spiritual energy itself, but also to exhaust spiritual strength.

No wonder! ”

The corner of Han's mouth rose and revealed a smile.

No wonder the abyss fracture is almost nowhere to go. If there's a fucking response, that's not true! The energy in your body somehow disappears, and your spirituality is not enough to last for a few hours. What can you do without dying?

If you enter the waters of a hurricane, go out on your own, you may be fine, and you can go back safely.

But if this shit happens, get caught in this shithole. The boat's still stuck, so you'll starve to death without minutes?

Let's swim back! Who the hell can swim 10,000 miles in a few hours? I don't know, swimming and starving.

When Han Fei removed the Psychic Body, not long later, the feeling of hunger struck again.

However, Han is still not eating, but waiting to see how much energy he can afford.

As a result, after just two hours, Han Fei couldn't handle it.

He pulled out a pile of dried fish and stuffed it in his mouth.

Han Fei wanted to cook. If you look at the sticky seaweed on this shitty boat, you have no desire to eat, you have to take out the dried fish to eat.

He can't, he refined the heavens and the earth in a large pot, and he still hasn't eaten the yellow-blooded sea cucumber! Just one bite of that thing and you can carry it for half a day.

……

Six hours.

Han Fei calculated that with a strong body like his own, he could last about six hours, and then he would have a little hunger. By the eighth hour, hunger had increased. By the 10th hour, I would love to eat. By the 12th hour, it had reached the point where it had to be eaten.

Han Fei suspected that most of the people who came in before should be so hungry, starved to death.

However, he did not panic at all, refining his own food in the heavens and the earth like mountains. Yellow-blooded sea cucumbers still have hundreds of them. Even if you swim, you can swim.

……

Two days later.

Han Fei doesn't dislike this dirty fishing boat anymore. Two days at sea, except for that little blue fish, I didn't even see a fucking person's ghost.

Han couldn't help but yell at the cave in the fish cabin: "Hello! Then who, can you speed it up? I'm not blowing you, I'm swimming myself, I'm faster than you. It's been almost three days. Why are you getting slower? You got a fucking deceleration on you? ”

Han Fei is also speechless: in the beginning, this ferry was really fast. Especially in the first five hours, it drove nearly 5,000 miles.

It's not, then it's halved, then it's halved, then it's halved, then it's halved, then it's halved, then it's halved, then it's halved, then it's halved, then it's halved. Can Han Fei not rush?

Just as Han Fei scolded and prepared to go swimming in the sea, suddenly there was a little smoke in front of him.

“Hmm?”

Han Fei looked around, it was smoke, but not much. But then he saw the front, and there was a lot of smoke covered in ash.

Just saw Han Fei's whole spirit shocked: Finally, the scene is about to change.

Han Fei is very excited. This is not the time to worry about danger at all. According to the slow and tense situation of the ferryman, so many living people have already starved him to death.

A new scenario may be dangerous, but it may also be a turnaround.

Han Fei doesn't believe in death. It's not even in the great rift of the abyss. Where did it come from?

It took half a column of fragrance for the abandoned boat to slowly enter the thick mist.

Han Fei found that the range of field of view was okay, and he could see a distance of about 20 meters.

“Pfft. ”

Shortly after entering the fog, Han Fei heard the sound of "Pu Tong Pu Tong”. The first time he knew, it was that little blue fish jumping on the ocean. However, in this mist, they jump more often.

Went through about hundreds of meters.

Han Fei suddenly pulled out the hook and “hooked” and went out.

When he closed the pole, he saw a light yellow bug with wings hanging from the hook.

In the eyes, the information is displayed.

[Name] Yellow Winged Flying Worm

[Introduction] An insect that lives on the sea, eats energy, eats rotten meat, is non-aggressive, stings, and sucks energy when it lands on people. Stupid, no sense of vengeance. is one of the baits that some fish like in the ocean.

[Level] 12

[Quality] Rare

[Contains Spirituality] 92 points

[Edible effect] Not edible

Absorbable

“Ha! Funny, there's bait. Is there a reward for holding on to these three days? ”

Han Fei immediately hung the yellow wing flying bug on the hook, threw it into the water and started fishing.

There is no need for any fishing skill at all, the bait just dropped less than 2 breaths, and Han Fei felt a severe bite hook.

“Hooray! ”

In the blink of an eye, a small blue fish the size of a slap was caught by Han Fei.

In order to prevent the blue fish from suddenly exploding, Han Fei also deliberately turned on the Psychic Fluid.

However, this time, Han Fei was surprised: I didn't expect this little blue fish to explode. It was just clapping its tail, holding a rolling belly, and appearing stubborn.

Han Fei flipped the small fish with the big clap over it, it seemed to be no different from the ordinary fish, except the whole body was blue, the fins were nice to see, and the mouth was pointy, there seemed to be nothing distinctive about it.

Han is not thinking about one thing: can you eat this little fish?

He felt a little out of his mouth. After all, it's blue. Can't you just eat it as blueberries? Eat a sip of blue and throw up your tongue. Scary?

Although Korean is not prepared to eat, the little fish is ripe after dozens of breaths and has a more tempting aroma.

The blood-drinking knife was completely reduced to a kitchen knife, and Han Fei opened the small fish directly into his stomach and pulled out a large group of blue fish.

When the seeds were removed, Han Fei threw away the little blue fish.

Han Fei pinched the fish boy and put it in his mouth to smell it. He was very sure that all the so-called scents just now emanated from this seed.

“Hey, it turns out that fish seeds are the key. ”

Han Fei threw away the seeds at will. From the beginning, he felt something was wrong. Swimming this way, there is no living spirit, only this little blue fish, so it should never be.

After all, when I was in hurricane waters, all kinds of creatures often popped up in the ocean, but they all disappeared.

Therefore, shortly after Han Fei entered the area, he began to suspect that the blue fish was in trouble. But the little blue fish couldn't catch it at that time, so he didn't know what the problem was.

Now, Han Fei looks at the yellow wing flying bugs that often fly in the mist and seems a little enlightened. Only by using this insect as bait can this little blue fish be caught.

And the average person, in the last three days of the transition, can't handle hunger, goes down to the sea to find food, or even if he can survive here, he's almost starving to death.

When a man is dying of hunger, he encounters food, which can't stop temptation.

So Han wasn't sure that the blue fish was 100 percent problematic, and they were deliberately trying to lure themselves to eat them.

Unfortunately, Han Afrikaans laughed: “Kind of funny. Is that what this is all about? If so, there should be other abandoned ghost ships nearby. ”

Han Fei has a theory in his heart that he needs to authenticate. And the first step is to wait for the next ghost ship.

At this moment, Han was not in a hurry. He already knows where the real danger comes from. All that's left is patience. After all, if this transferee is called a transferee, there will inevitably be a transferring end.

This is not, Han Fei directly pulled out a large pot, grabbed a yellow-blooded sea cucumber, or chipped chips, onion oil salt, spiritual fruit auxiliary ingredients, sample is available.

He's ready to eat and wait.