062 God-given

"Is there anything else besides the Maoer bandit?" After listening to it for a long time, he felt that these were all idle people's boring bullshit, and there was no basis at all.

"Oh, by the way, a big tiger recently ran down near Xueling in the west. I heard that many people have eaten at the Kuliang tribe, and now they are rounding it everywhere, but the beast is so cunning that several tribes' golden shuttle hunters have tracked it down, but no one can kill it!"

The horned eagle asked with a smile, "Then can it run to Bai Suo?"

"It's hard to say. Those big beasts are chased and don't run around casually. It's better to go to the flesh and blood land and eat more bastard robbers!"

"Ha, stop talking nonsense. We're done. You can clean it up." The poison thorn stood up and saw that it was still early. He turned back to the shopkeeper and asked, "Is there any fish by the river at this time?"

"Yes, the fishing flood has just arrived, and there are fish pulling by the river during the day and night. This is the most important meat food for us Baiso people, and we must take advantage of the fishing flood to reserve more."

"Ghost, let's go and see the fisherman." The stinger shouted at the ghost.

"Okay," the ghost shook his leather coat a few times and came over with a wooden crystal core: "What is pulling fish?"

"Haha, pulling fish is fishing, but they use to pull fish out of the river. You will understand when you see it..." Stinger smiled and raised the curtain and went out.

The sunset dyed the clouds in the sky orange. The ghost followed the stinger and walked to the riverside while talking and laughing. As soon as he was full of food and drinking, he was blown by the cool wind outside, and he felt a little drunk.

Not far from the village is the Tianshui River. Agui saw a row of wooden piles nailed along the riverbed, and an egg-thick rope stretched into the river.

Several mountain people gathered by the river with wooden basins and bamboo baskets. The ghost's eyes were so good that he saw a guy with red fingerprints on his face. It turned out that a ruffian who had just slapped by him is also here now.

"Yo, you two also came to pull fish," the little ruffian also had his own ruffianity. Although he still had handprints on his face, he didn't care about greeting the ghost.

The stinger didn't even look at him. He took the ghost to the riverbed and looked at the water quietly. The little ruffian saw that they ignored him and continued to talk nonsense with others with a smile.

"I'm leaving, fish!" The mountain people shouted, and groups of four went to a few wooden piles and began to drag up the hemp rope. It turned out that there was a pair of fishing hooks every half a meter. Several people shouted to collect the hemp rope in harmony. Gradually, lively sturgeon began to appear on the hook. The mountain people immediately divided their own parts of labor, and the two mountain people's faces were red. He continued to pull up the rope vigorously, and the other two stood in front and began to pick fish.

Some female fish with small or particularly large stomachs were thrown back into the river by them, which is called live leaks. Only sturgeons with strong physique and no pregnant children will fall into the bamboo basket prepared next to them.

"Ha, fishing here is really special, but there are really enough fish. Look at the hemp rope, there are fish on almost every hook..." A ghost has never seen this kind of fishing. He either used bamboo sticks or went down to touch the river, and even rarely used fishing.

"The big sturgeon in the Tianshui River swims once a year. It is said that the whole river can be dyed silvery white by them at most," the thorn looked at the wide river and sighed, "Unfortunately, I haven't seen such a spectacle. How many fish in the whole river are there! "

"It is said that sometimes they can still catch the sturgeon king. I have only seen the bones of the sturgeon king in a small village. Good boy, the table size of a big head alone. The fish bone is more than ten meters long. It's hard to imagine how big the fish is!" The poison thorn watched them collect a few hemp ropes and filled the wooden pots and bamboo baskets around them. He couldn't help but feel a little itchy. He patted the ghost on the shoulder and said, "How's it going? Shall we try to pull one too?"

"Okay, hehe" Agui also looked at the fun of pulling fish. The most important thing is that the rope is full of fish, which really makes people happy.

The two walked to a stake and stopped the mountain people who were about to pull the rope: "Let's pull it. Just help pick fish."

"Haha, okay, but this is a strong job. If you can't pull it, you can squeak quickly, and be careful of the hook and don't hurt your hand." The four mountain people stood on both sides of the rope with a smile, waiting for the stinger and the ghost to pull up the rope.

The poisonous sting pooh spit in his hands and clenched the hemp rope with the ghost. The two pulled back to find that the hemp rope was indeed a little heavy. Although the ghost was thin and strong, the poison stung also competed with the fish in the river with the strength of wine.

The joyous vibration of the fish came from the rope, which made the ghosts help but add strength. Soon they also saw the sturgeon hooked on the rope.

The mountain people wore waterproof boots made of animal skin and ran back and forth with the fish on the rope. Occasionally, the fish struggled to decouple and jump back into the water. These mountain people just laughed and shouted 'lucky guys' and continued to pick fish.

The hemp rope became lighter and lighter. When the mountain people took off the last fish at the tail of the rope, the ghost and the stinger laughed at the same time. Although their bodies were wet by the river, they did not reduce their sincere happiness with the rich food given by God.

"It's a cold night this year. If the fish pulled up after a few snows, it will be frozen into fish sticks. When it comes to the river, we will all push back to build the wall." A mountain man holds a bamboo basket full of fresh fish, and his face is full of joy of harvest. The happy light in his eyes can illuminate the whole river. Noodles.

"Haha, the mountain god bless you!" The stinger shouted according to the tradition of the mountain people and took the ghost back with a smile.

"God of the mountain bless you!" Several mountain people shouted loudly behind them and bowed their heads to do their work.

"It's really good here," Stinger looked at the wooden house with white smoke in the distance, and suddenly felt a sense of comfort in his heart. "In the future, if I get old, I may find a village to live in such a village, find a woman to have a few children, and live like this..."

"Why don't you do this now?" The ghost asked softly.

"Now?" Stinger shook his head with a smile and sighed, "It's not time yet..."

After joining the shadow organization, they have been shadow people all their lives. Of course, some useless chess pieces and shadow organizations will not take the initiative to destroy them. Although free assassins such as Stinger can move freely, it is still too early to withdraw from the organization. The organization will assign tasks at any time according to everyone's position, such as this tracking It was because the stinger was near Grean that it was his turn.

Generally, after the peak age of 60, the organization will no longer assign you too difficult tasks. Most shadow assassins will choose to start a family at that age and live their own life in peace.

When the two walked into the wooden house, the snail and others were already lying on the big kang and fell asleep. The ghost and the poisonous thorn took off their fur and drilled under the animal skin.

At this time, Spadel encountered trouble on Yunling. The big spider that had gone straight to the target had already passed through Yunling, but the cold climate of Riga immediately gave the low-level evil god a blow to the head, and the cold wind blew Spadel, who had not prepared any clothes to protect against the cold.

Even if Spadel has evolved golden patterns most of his whole body, he still hasn't got rid of the resistance to cold in the spider's nature. After being blown by the cold wind of Riga, Spadel found himself actually withered like a spiritual magic. His whole body was as if he hadn't slept for months, confused. I just want to find a place to sleep.

As soon as he found that something was wrong with the spiritual changes and their **, Spadel, who had never hesitated to turn around and ran back. It was not until he crossed Yunling and was blown by the smelly warm wind of the land of flesh and blood that his mind woke up.

"This is really strange..." Spadel wandered around in the clouds for several days. Every time he crossed the fog cloud top of the clouds, he was immediately blown away by the cold wind. Although he was unwilling to run thousands of miles by himself, he was stuck in a mountain, but Spadel's strong strength still could not resist his cold nature. Finally There is nothing we can do. The big spider can only stay in Yunling for the time being. Anyway, there are many products in the mountains, and Spader is not short of food and drink.