Yokai Edible Guide

Li Yize seemed very reluctant to be interrupted, and sat there with his tail cocked, his claws around his chest like a human being, and his appearance was a bit funny no matter how you looked at it.

The fight was fixed in the air by him for a long time before he regained his freedom. He staggered down from the sword and fell headlong into the soft sand. He quickly patted the sand and got up, trying to recover himself. image of.

He took out three sets of handcuffs from his body, fastened them on the wrists of those fishermen without saying a word, then shook out a bundle of golden rope from his waist, strung the three sets of handcuffs together, and held the end of the rope in his hand inside.

The fishermen probably lost half their lives by being trampled by the dragon's claws. They couldn't get up for a long time. He noticed that the key at his waist was taken away by someone.

Li Yize silently transformed into a human form, hooked his fingers, and the bunch of keys was already in his fingers—the "keychain" that forced him to wake up just now was actually a bone whistle, made of Chongming bird bones, and the whistle hit directly The soul can instantly wake people up.

He lightly stroked the bone whistle, and the last mist in his heart seemed to be blown away by the sound of the whistle. He cast his gaze on Peng Yu's back, and there was some indescribable emotion in the light-colored dragon eyes, which he held for a long time. Freeze it, and don't want to move away.

Peng Yu didn't notice that anyone was looking at him, so he stretched out his foot and kicked one of the fishermen, his tone was very cold: "Get up, wasn't it awesome just now? Since birds don't like water, the South China Sea is not under the jurisdiction of the Suzaku tribe." Unscrupulous, right? Hunting and killing sharks? Scraping oil to make everlasting lamps?"

He squatted down, picked up a shell from the beach, and scratched the opponent's back with the sharp edge of the shell: "I see that you are fat and healthy, and you must have a lot of oil. I will peel you alive and scrape your skin off." Oil, what do you think?"

The fisherman was so frightened that he trembled, put his head in his hands in panic, and begged for mercy in a series of thick accents: "No, no, no! We are wrong, we are just doing things for others, please let us go!"

"Do things for someone?" Peng Yu sneered, grabbed a handful of sand and poured it on the other person's head, not too dirty, grabbed his shiny hair and lifted it up, "Do things for whom? I see your tool Complete, isn’t it the first time you have done it? How many mermen have been caught in total, report the number, so I can estimate for you that it will be enough for a few years.”

The fisherman was drenched in cold sweat, and he didn't even dare to look at him directly: "I...we..."

"You, do you have evidence!" Another fisherman tried to break free from the handcuffs but failed, and started to smash the pot. He straightened his neck and shouted at Peng Yu, "We just picked up this shark when we were fishing. When we found her He is already dead, why should we believe that we killed him!"

Peng Yu didn't answer, and Dou Tu pulled the rope in his hand, and directly pulled the one who dared to yell flat to the ground, and at the same time took out his voice transmission: "Want evidence? No problem, I'll give it to you." .”

He pressed a small bump on the conch, and there was a rewinding sound like "rustle" from inside, and then a voice sounded: "This group of animals is really getting harder and harder to find, and I finally caught one, and even let it go." She died..."

"I picked it up by accident?" Doutu put away the conch, and tapped the opponent's head with the scabbard, "Your brain is covered with oil, can't you find a decent excuse for lying?"

This time, none of the fishermen dared to say anything. Li Yize took advantage of the time they were talking to walk over to the fishing boat and take a look. Injured by the fishing net, there was no fatal wound, but the blood flow continued during the struggle, and he died of exhaustion.”

After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to a few fishermen, and there was no warmth in his eyes: "The Suzaku Clan in the South China Sea doesn't care, but the Dragon Clan does. Do you know that there is a prison in this sea? Anyone who hurts the people in the South China Sea, whether human or demon, will be punished." If you throw yourself into this prison, you will never get out again, and the key to the prison...is in the hands of the Dragon King of the South China Sea."

The three fishermen trembled in unison, their faces pale as if they were about to faint in the next moment.

Peng Yu dragged Li Yize aside, and asked him secretly, "Why is there another South China Sea Dragon King? How many kings does your dragon clan have?"

"To be precise, there are seven, and those four are all sea dragon kings - aren't there records and fabrications in your world? It's almost the same thing." Li Yize said, "But the four sea dragon kings don't care about land affairs, nor do they care about things in the sky. , seldom communicate with other dragons, and only occasionally come to vote in the Dragon King election - I very much doubt that Jiu Yuan bribed which Dragon King did not vote for him - it is... 'enclosed from the cuteness'."

Dou Tu muttered on the side: "Is the enclosure Zimeng used in this way..."

Peng Yu nodded as if suddenly enlightened, and he didn't know where to expand his thinking: "Then you can summon the dragon if you collect seven dragon balls, and what can you summon if you collect seven dragon kings?"

Li Yize frowned, tensed his face expressionlessly, and refused to communicate with this mentally handicapped person any more.

Seeing that his idol's "serious" time ran out, Dou Tu had no choice but to admit his fate and start the interrogation—this fairy elder probably got along with Peng Yu for a long time, and the interrogation methods became wicked.

He moved the body of the merman off the fishing boat, and "invited" the three fishermen aboard, tied the rope into a lump, and pressed the point of his sword against the board of the boat: "Warning, my sword cuts iron like mud. If you don’t want to drown or feed the sharks, I advise you to cooperate with my work, be strict with the confession, and be stricter in resistance.”

Peng Yu was watching the play with his own dragon pestle in his arms, and he did not forget to comment: "You can teach children."

Several fishermen were trembling with fear. In this sunny weather, they seemed to be frozen to death by the sharp sword aura. Doutu took a mobile phone to record: "So - who is the person who ordered you?"

"We... don't know," the fisherman said tremblingly, "We only know that he is... the boss of the sea market, whether he is a person or a ghost... no one has ever seen him."

"The sea?" Doutu frowned, "What is that, and what does it have to do with the mirage?"

"Yes, it does matter," the fisherman shook his head again halfway through speaking, "Oh no, it does not matter!"

"Does it matter?"

"It has something to do with it!" The man was about to pee his pants, "Yes...it's like this, the sea market is on the bottom of the sea, and the mirage is on the sea. Every month when the fifteenth month is full, at one o'clock in the morning, the reflection of the moon will Throw it on the sea, start from the position of the mirage at this time, and move towards the direction of the moon's reflection, you can find the entrance of the sea."

Peng Yu was skeptical, turned to look at Li Yize and said, "Is what he said true or not?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard of it." Li Yize walked in front of the fishermen, "Then let me ask you, why did the boss of Haishi hunt and kill the sharks?"

"It's not... hunting," the fisherman swallowed and stammered, "It's catching, because sharks are very precious, their tears can be turned into pearls, oil can make everlasting lamps, and they won't go out even under water Well, the lamps in the sea market are all made of shark oil. The most important thing is...they will weave a special kind of shark silk, this kind of fabric does not get wet in the water, and when people wear it, they can travel unimpeded on the bottom of the sea.”

Li Yize's eyes became colder the more he listened: "So?"

"So... the sea market keeps buying sharks, and they charge very high prices. A live shark can be sold for 10 yuan, and a dead one is worth [-] yuan. They raise live sharks and let them They weave cloth, flog them to weep pearls, and if they die, they can scrape oil to make..."

"Beasts!" Li Yize interrupted him sharply, his eyes were like two knives, "You are more beasts than beasts! Would you like to swap you with mermaids!"

The fisherman wanted to cry, so he almost kowtowed to him: "We are only doing it for money! We send the sharks we caught to the sea market, and we don't care what they do with them..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Li Yize raised his hand suddenly, and the strong wind swept over, directly overturning the entire fishing boat, and all three people on board fell into the water. Doutu quickly tightened the rope: "Dalong, calm down, We still have to rely on these goods to take us to Haishi!"

Li Yize turned around and left with a face full of iciness, and said gloomily: "The Great Prison of the South China Sea...I will definitely let the Dragon King of the South China Sea take good care of you."

After he finished speaking, he didn't bother to fight anymore, and didn't do anything to the fisherman. He went straight to the corpse of the merman parked by the beach—she was covered in scars, and even after she breathed, her expression was still painful. The originally beautiful face was slightly distorted. The tail of the fish and the fins at the elbows of the lower body were a little dry due to dehydration and the sun, and the weak places began to curl. It would not be long before this corpse would be dead. It will be unrecognizable.

With a flick of his hand, Li Yize moved the corpse down a little, and placed it where it could be washed away by the waves. The blue light in the palm of his hand slowly wrapped the corpse: "The fifteenth day has passed, and there is still one week before Qingming." , it seems that we have to visit the Merman tribe first before going to Haishi. During this period, I can guarantee that her body will not rot, but I don’t know if they are willing to take back the corpses of the people who left the tribe without authorization.”

Peng Yu didn't answer his words, just squatted down silently, folded the corpse's hands together, and made a posture waiting for encoffining.He kept his head down all the time, unable to see the expression on his face, and his tone seemed to be calm: "'A man is not guilty, but a man is guilty', no matter whether it is an elephant, a pangolin or a shark."

"I finally understand why every time we go to pick up conch shells, they always look like they are facing an enemy," Doutu sighed softly, "After all, most of the immortals are ascended by humans, and they didn't attack us. , is already the greatest tolerance."

Peng Yu exhaled slowly, and was about to get up, when he suddenly felt his clothes being hooked by something, and when he looked down, he found that it was a thorn protruding from the corpse's arm.He gently took off his clothes, and his eyes fell on her neck, as if he saw some tiny reflections.

Out of respect for the corpse, Peng Yu didn't want to touch it at first, but for some reason, he stretched out his hand out of nowhere, brushed away the hair sticking to her neck, and found a hollow bell around her neck, about the size of a pigeon egg , shake it but there is no sound.

After hesitating for a moment, he untied the bell from her neck, tried to twist it, and found that it could be opened—there were a few translucent spheres the size of little fingers inside, a bit like the "water babies" that children play with.

He touched it carefully with his fingertips, and found that the touch was similar, slippery and a little elastic.

So he asked strangely: "What is this? You still carry it with you?"