Chapter 66 Play: Stranger
A chasing fish monster stepped on a hidden net on the beach.
In an instant, the mechanism in the sand was triggered, and the net immediately bounced up and directly wrapped the monster. Subsequent mechanisms continued to be triggered, and several spikes came out of the net and directly pierced the fish monster.
The fish monster kept struggling, but its body was restricted by the net and it was difficult to break free. The fierce struggle gradually widened the punctured wound, and blood continued to spurt out.
I don’t know what material this net is made of, but it’s so strong.
He immediately realized the role of these nets in the sand and began to search for the distribution of nets on the beach.
Unsurprisingly, there are quite a few.
He turned a few corners and successfully caused a fish monster to step into the trap again.
However, after two companions were killed by the trap, the remaining fish monsters also became cautious in their actions.
"There is a certain level of wisdom..." The white-haired man couldn't help but bared his teeth.
Next, no matter how he tried, the fish monsters would deal with it carefully. After a lot of trouble, only one fish monster was caught in the trap due to carelessness.
And his physical strength gradually bottomed out.
As for these monsters, it is obviously far from the time when their physical strength is exhausted.
The man gasped, feeling his body feel weak.
Just as the fish monster was approaching him, a loud gunshot rang out.
He could even see the dazzling fire flashing before his eyes.
The head of the fish monster at the front bloomed instantly, and flames ignited on its body. This was obviously not normal, but it was very useful. The fish monster struggled in the flames for a moment, and then desperately fled towards the sea.
But before returning to the ocean, a figure appeared directly from the nearby reef. His hand seemed to be a sword made of ground stones and he struck it hard, smashing most of the fish monster's body.
The other fish monsters were frightened, and many figures appeared from the dense forest on the shore. Most of them had normal weapons, such as ordinary harpoons, and their clothes were very simple.
There was fear in their eyes when they looked at the monster, but it was obvious that so many people gathered here were fueled by greater courage.
People separated the fish monster from its companions, and then surrounded them. The harpoon kept thrusting forward, stabbing the fish monster until it screamed.
The man noticed that there seemed to be something wrong with the reactions of these fish monsters.
After the gunfire and fire just now, they became timid and moved much slower.
Therefore, just relying on these people dressed as fishermen to surround them, they finally killed the fish monsters one by one on the beach.
After killing the fish monster, the fishermen cheered, seemingly celebrating this victory of courage.
But soon, their eyes gradually turned to the white-haired man, this conspicuous stranger.
Their eyes were a little fierce, and they didn't seem friendly.
"It was you who attracted these monsters!" One of the fishermen pointed at him with a gleaming harpoon.
The man raised his hand. He didn't know why he made such an action, but he thought it was a good action. It could easily show his harmlessness.
"It wasn't me! I was also the one who was attacked!" he said.
He found that he could communicate with these people, even though he himself did not know what language he and these people spoke, but this issue was obviously unimportant at this time.
"It's you." The tough Shi Dajian just walked over carrying his weapon.
Without waiting for the man to refute, Brother Da Jian said: "You bled in the sea water. That's why they chase you."
The man was stunned: "Just a little blood?" He looked at the soles of his feet. Because of the running just now, the wound had expanded and the blood was serious.
"A little blood is enough to be fatal. Maybe you didn't do it unintentionally, but when you come to us, you have to act according to our regulations. I'm sorry."
The white-haired man was caught, his hands and legs tied with thick ropes, like a pig about to be roasted.
While being escorted, the white-haired man also saw the person who shot before.
An old man had black hair mixed with white and gray temples, but he was tall and straight. He was wearing a completely different set of clothes from the fishermen around him, and he exuded an aura of vicissitudes of life.
At his waist was a shining silver sword and a dark gun.
The barrel is long and looks like an old-fashioned musket.
But he will not underestimate this gun. The fish monster's previous performance, and the image of him using the gun to fire fire and ignite the beach after the war are deeply rooted in people's hearts.
Everyone else looked very respectful to the old man.
The white-haired man asked: "What will happen to me?"
The old man next to him glanced at him and said: "Maybe it was sacrificed to the gods, or turned into food reserves."
"That doesn't sound like a good ending, just because I accidentally shed a drop of blood on the beach?"
"This drop of your blood could harm us all."
"Why?"
"Those monsters don't like to go ashore and only like to wander along the coast. But if there is the smell of blood, it will give them a motivation. After going ashore, they will not easily return to the sea without harvesting." The old man's voice was confident. It's full, but it sounds very soft.
"Spare me, I can work to make amends!" the white-haired man said.
"What kind of work can you do with thin arms and legs?" Brother Dajian sneered from the side.
"That's better than offering sacrifices to gods..." He subconsciously thought that gods and the like were unreliable self-comforts.
The old man shook his head: "Keeping a stranger who brings disaster is far less important than the spiritual sustenance a sacrifice brings to everyone."
The man stared at the old man and said: "Old sir, the fact that you can say this shows that you are a sensible person. Please save me and let me live!"
"Why are you so persistent in living? There are many people in this world who would rather throw themselves into the sea and become bait for monsters."
The man was speechless for a moment.
Yes, I don’t remember anything, why do I have to live?
"No, people who are still alive don't need to answer why they want to live!" the man said.
The old man's small eyes carefully looked at the man who was tied up and in a very ugly posture: "This is a good statement. Let me ask you, if I give you weapons, do you dare to face those monsters?"
The man hesitated for a moment, then looked at the gun on the old man's waist.
The old man noticed his gaze and couldn't help but chuckle, but soon his smile became calm again: "Forget it, I'll help you talk to them. If they don't want to, then there's nothing I can do."
The man looked suspicious.
A large part of the reason why he asked the old man for help was because he saw that the old man had a good status. How could he not be able to convince others?
The old man didn't come back. The man was twisting like a caterpillar, but he couldn't see anything more from such a shameful posture, so he had to give up.
After a while, he glimpsed a village appearing in front of him.
The all-white wooden houses are filled with a sense of dilapidation and decadence.
However, after seeing these people coming back, there were obviously scattered cheers in the village.
Then came the rejection and exploration of him, a foreigner.
He was taken into the village and finally left in an empty house with a strong stench, and then no one cared about him.
He waited quietly in the darkness for a long time, and finally, footsteps came from outside.
Crunch.
The door was pushed open and two people walked in, it was the old man and Brother Da Jian.
The man raised his head sideways and saw them.
"Boy, everyone agrees to spare your life, but you need to show your worth." Brother Dajian said unceremoniously.
"I think it's hard to show your worth while being tied up," the man said.
Big Sword Brother and the old man looked at each other, then leaned down and cut the rope on him with a stone knife.
Only then did the man get up.
"What's your name?" the old man asked.
"I don't have a name."
"You're so old and you don't have a name?" Brother Dajian didn't believe it.
"I have forgotten a lot of things and know nothing." The man said seriously, his eyes full of sincerity.
The old man nodded slightly, touched his chin and said, "Do you mind if I give you a nickname?"
"Whatever, it would be a lot easier to have a title."
"Roxi. How about this."
"Okay." The man had no objection. Although the old man was easy to talk to, he did not forget his situation.
"Okay, there is a shortage of people in the village, so you have a lot to do. If the villagers come to you with something, as long as it is not an insult to your personality, then you have to accept it. If you have questions or disputes, you can come to me." The old man said.
"for example?"
"Growing crops, moving things, raising animals, weaving, and... hunting the approaching beasts." The old man said.
"I accept." Luo Xi agreed without changing her expression.
"You have to work here for three years. After three years, you will be free. You can choose to live here, or you can choose to go elsewhere. It's up to you." The old man said.
Luo Xi nodded.
"Then next is your first job." The old man looked at Brother Da Jian next to him.
Luo Xi also looked over.
Brother Da Jian directly reached out and patted his shoulder. Luo Xi suddenly felt that his shoulder was about to be dislocated by the slap, but he still suppressed it and did not show it.
"Your body and bones are too weak. You can't do such heavy and tiring work at all. You have to become someone who can satisfy everyone. This is your first thing. I will help you!" Brother Da Jian showed a hearty smile. .
But Luo Xi always felt that there was something strange in his words. Is it an illusion?