Chapter Seventy-Four: The Story of the Salted Fish King is finally about to officially begin!
"Whoa!"
"Ahh
Zhang Wei wiped off the white sticky material on his face, exposed his facial features, blew off the fish eggs in his nostrils, and sneezed. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
"Whoa!"
"Is it really Zhang Wei?"
"God willing, he's still alive!"
"Fantastic...... That's great. ”
“……”
The crew cheered, and the sadness on their faces was swept away.
Although they have only been together for more than half a month, Zhang Wei is a very good young man in their minds - super cooking, smart and studious, and kind, can get along with anyone, and is a veritable "fresh blood" of this fleet.
Chef Xiao Xue was the first to run to Zhang Wei and help him pat the fish eggs on his body, although he also wondered why the fish would spawn at this time, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that Zhang Wei didn't die.
After the average person falls into the water, 5 to 10 minutes is the golden rescue time, beyond this time, the human brain and organs will die of lack of oxygen, and it will be difficult to save life.
Zhang Wei has been in the water for more than 20 minutes, and he actually stood up by himself without being rescued, which has to be said to be a miracle.
Although the Guinness World Record for underwater breath-holding is a little more than 22 minutes, it is indeed very remarkable that an untrained person like Zhang Wei can reach this limit, which can only be explained as his "talent".
The crew members all have high emotional intelligence, and no one will be so discerning, and when they are just rescued, they come up and ask stupid things like: "How did you survive".
The captain Li Zhongguo also breathed a sigh of relief, and specially allowed Zhang Wei to take a hot bath with the stored fresh water, and then go to the room to rest and suppress the shock.
When Zhang Wei left the deck, the whole crew cheered again--what a bumper harvest! With such a big stack of fish, this net is enough to fit a small half boat!
"Get moving! First mate, take someone to the net again, and the rest of the people go to move the fish into the freezer! The captain ordered, "Good work for you tonight!" ”
"It's not hard, hahaha!" The crew hummed songs, sweated, and labored.
………………
Zhang Wei finished taking a bath very seriously, and this bath reminded him that many days ago, in the café, he was also "crazy love" by a large group of cats, and made a fuss.
"Finally comfortable!" Zhang Wei dried his hair and collapsed on his bed.
He carefully recalled the adventure just now, this adventure called "chance" by the "hint of mystery".
If he were to evaluate whether this "chance" was good or not, then he would definitely give a thumbs up.
Because of the maintenance of the power of [Hell], Zhang Wei has a close connection with the Divine Turtle that he transformed into a Hell creature, as long as the sea is within his sight, he can summon the Divine Turtle at any time.
The huge turtle as big as the mountain comes when it is summoned and goes away, so I ask you if you want to hold it? This proper rhythm of the overlord of the sea!
Of course, Zhang Wei can't just summon it to play - the size of this divine turtle is too terrifying, after all, it is a divine beast that existed in ancient times, and it should not be in the actual earth space, but in that strange alien "transit station".
Come to think of it, the edge of the island that this turtle beast is carrying is several kilometers long, so how huge does its body have to be?
If its entire body suddenly appeared on the ocean close to the mainland, it would 100% cause a very terrifying tsunami, and then it would be a terrible tsunami, and then it would be a real evil.
One thing Zhang Wei noticed was that the so-called "Yellow Spring God" Izanami summoned by the little girl at that time had no substance, and ordinary humans could not see it, that is, the gods of this world generally had no way to interfere too much with reality - they couldn't even be seen by ordinary humans.
But what is the situation with this turtle? Is it indeed corporeal - to smash the ship, no corporeal can do it?
It's also a myth, so why does the turtle have an entity?
Suppose, if the existence of the turtle is universal, then there are so many myths and characters all over the world, how can I not see anyone who can come up with an exact photograph and a real video to prove that the god exists?
From this, it can be concluded that either those "gods" are blocked in some "enchantment" and cannot interfere with the real world ontology, or they are all products of pure human beliefs, which have no substance and can only be seen by people like Zhang Wei.
Whatever the possibility, it shows one thing: the turtle has a special character.
Otherwise, without the power of faith provided by believers, how could it survive the vast years and wait for Zhang Wei to be such a "true son"?
This divine beast is definitely not a divine object born by faith!
"A creature made of God? Or extraterrestrial life? Zhang Wei lay on the bed, his arms on his pillow, and his eyes closed: "The existence of transcending myth and reality...... Is it? ”
I recall the decapitation of the giant tortoise in the "Sandstorm", which can be affected by the real world or killed by mythological figures, and it seems that it is a "transitional body" like the existence that "can pass through yin and yang" - a real existence for the gods and a real existence for ordinary humans.
It's like a horizontal line between two parallel lines.
"Come to think of it, it doesn't seem strange - am I not that myself?" Zhang Wei muttered, touched the small cloth bag containing golden eggs under the pillow, and showed a satisfied smile: "This world is getting more and more exciting!" ”
The night of the sea was quiet, the waves gently shook the fishing boats, and the sturdy crew was busy, sweating with happiness, and their mouths kept saying words of gratitude--gratitude to the unknown god of the sea, or any god who passed by and helped a lot, this big fish full of fish could no longer be described as "lucky", because the second net was still full.
The third net.
Fourth Net.
……
There were a total of 9 nets, all of them were full, but the sonar detected that there were still many fish below, but the cold storage of their three ships was already full.
What is this concept? A total of more than 6,000 tons of seafood were dragged up by them.
In just a few hours, the warehouse was full.
Is this called "good luck"?
The crew members, who had not believed in God for a long time, could not help but ignite the sprouts of faith in their hearts.
So, in fact, which "god" helped them?
Of course, it is the most sassy man in the world - Zhang Wei.
At this moment, the fake "god" Zhang Wei pillowed his head on the waves, with a smile, and gradually fell asleep.
He couldn't see it himself, and above his head, there were dozens of looming golden "silk threads" connected to every crew member of the fleet.
That's right, Zhang Wei harvested the first batch of "believers", although these "believers" do not know each other with him, the believer, but the facts are the facts, and the so-called "god" that the crew is grateful to is he Zhang Wei.
Of course, Zhang Wei himself remembered that the "teardrop" that the Chinese gods melted into his palm gave him the ability to accept faith, but he didn't expect that he would be able to harvest the so-called "faith" so quickly.
And the "chance" that the "Mysterious Reminder" told him did not actually refer to the Divine Turtle, but the "Tears of the God" that harvested the power of faith.
In the small boathouse, Zhang Wei snored gently, and the newly changed T-shirt couldn't stop the flashing golden light on his chest.
Although the power of faith of the four or fifty crew members on the three ships of the fleet was not much, those power of faith was infused into Zhang Wei's body, and then spread throughout his body like meridians, and some of them flowed into the "tattoo" of the golden hoop stick on his chest.
The one that shines with golden light in the darkness is the wishful golden hoop stick!
This golden hoop stick tattoo represents the Monkey King, and every time Zhang Wei summons the Great Sage, his body has to pay a great price, his physical strength and energy are drained, and then he can't wake up after sleeping for dozens of hours.
But now it's different, with the power of these beliefs, it's like a mobile phone connected to a charger, and all "believers" are "power banks"!
As long as he stores enough faith power, the next time he summons the Great Sage, Zhang Wei will be much easier.
The corners of Zhang Wei's mouth drooled, it seemed that as a super foodie, he was dreaming about food.
In the dream, Zhang Wei pinched off Zeus's head, and without even taking off the golden armor on his body, he stuffed it into his mouth; More than a dozen angels were plucked by him, strung on iron chisels, and grilled like chicken wings.
These "gods" are the group of people who slaughtered the Chinese immortals that Zhang Wei saw, and they look exactly like those in the sandstorm picture.
"Delicious, crunchy, chicken...... Hey! Zhang Wei was talking in his sleep, and his saliva wet his pillow.