It was about eight o'clock in the morning, and the reinforced bamboo raft was finally made.

By this time, Song Yong and Ling had already harvested more than ten catties of small river shrimp and at least twenty catties of snails.

He even found what appeared to be a new loach hole in the half-dried silt on the shore of the lake.

There are new loach holes, which naturally means that there are good goods inside.

Can't wait, Song Yong showed that he was very good at it since he was a child, but he had not used the loach technique for many years.

To put it bluntly, it is to dig out along the loach hole, pulling the silt all the way out, until it is dug to the end.

This kind of technology, in addition to judging whether there are loaches in the loach hole, has a certain technical content, and the remaining loaches have no technology at all.

However, such a simple thing almost overturned Song Yong, an old driver.

Because as Song Yong, who rolled up his sleeves high, pouted his ass and kept digging, the loach hole was indeed getting bigger and deeper.

According to Song Yong's previous experience, the loach can be seen at most at a depth of dozens of centimeters.

But now, one of the boss's mud pits has been dug to a depth of almost one meter, and he still doesn't see the big guy inside.

Looking at the hole that was as thick as his wrist, Song Yong was a little shocked in his heart.

He has two judgments now, either this loach is about to become a sperm, or there is no loach in it at all, maybe it is a snake hole of a water snake.

"Brother Yong, the big bamboo raft is done, by the way, Brother Yong, how did you learn the little cubs in the tribe and play with the mud with urine?"

Just when Song Yong couldn't make up his mind about whether to give up and continue digging, a voice like a hooligan came from his ears.

As soon as he heard this, Song Yong knew that he had to dig up something today.

Otherwise, his reputation as a deeply misunderstood person will probably be even more unbearable.

To this end, he commanded the scoundrel:

"Let's see who brought the shovel here? Come and dig a shovel all the way down the hole for me, and you take a few people with weapons and keep guard. ”

The reason why such an order was issued was that Song Yong was really worried that a water snake would be dug out.

Regardless of whether the dug water snake is poisonous or not, it is not a good thing to be bitten like that.

In the following time, a large group of people who had been swarming around the big bamboo raft immediately surrounded the mud pit dug by Song Yong.

And with a strong hunter, he dug at least two meters deep, after a large pile of silt was piled up on the ground.

Suddenly, a slender guy suddenly bounced out of the mud at the bottom of the pit.

Then it slammed down to the bottom of the pit, splashing up a large cloud of mud that made the hunter look like a mud man.

At the moment when the sharp spear in the gangster's hand was about to be stabbed out, Song Yong couldn't help but shout loudly: "Stop, don't hurt it." ”

Because in the flash of lightning, he could see what it was.

Indeed, it wasn't a big loach, it was a big yellow eel that was more than a meter long.

Song Yong didn't know if the big yellow eel, which was more than a meter long, but he knew that it would be a pity if this thing was killed.

The main thing is that he is about to leave and does not have time to make a pot of delicious braised eel......

instructed Ling to take a few people by the lake to pick up snails, catch small river shrimp for him, and see if he could get a little yellow eel.

Song Yong finally planned to set off, and the time at this moment was only around half past eight.

Well, I didn't waste much time.

"Okay~ You don't have to stand here stupidly, what you should do when you go back, just go there, I'm not stupid, no matter if you can find someone on this trip, I will definitely come back before dark. ”

After jumping on the raft, he motioned for a member of the fishing team to start the journey.

Facing the people on the shore with ghostly expressions, Song Yong's mouth shouted so loudly.

In this way, Song Yong took three members of the fishing team and moved the bamboo raft towards the depths of the lake until it completely disappeared in front of the eyes of the musicians.

Looking at the disappeared big bamboo raft, for a while, the high-level of the tribe such as the hooligans were quite complicated in their hearts.

Because if there is a little other possibility, they can't wait to take the place of Brother Yong and go to such a dangerous lake to look for the traces of Tuo and others.

The question is, don't they have more than enough heart, but not enough power?

Just now, whether it was the hooligan nicknamed 'Blood Shadow Crazy Knife' or Ling Ling, nicknamed 'Falling Eagle Divine Arrow', these two usually bullish and coaxed people with eyes that couldn't wait to grow to the top of their heads.

As soon as they jumped on the big bamboo raft on the lake, they didn't wait to say anything.

Because of the feeling of swaying under their feet, their little faces have turned a little white, and they originally had a lot of strength, and it was good to be able to show three points on the big bamboo raft.

So, after the two strongest people of the Gray Rabbit tribe were driven back by Brother Yong, the rest of the people didn't have to try.

The crowd stood by the lake for a long time, and then the thistle spoke:

"Let's go! Just like Brother Yong said, it's not the same thing to wait stupidly all the time, it's better to be in the afternoon. Let's take a look at it again. ”

At Thistle's suggestion, the group began to walk in the direction of the village.

It's just that for a while, everyone lost the temperament of speaking, and the atmosphere seemed a little heavy.

Suddenly, the thistle scolded indignantly:

"If Brother Yong can return safely this time, then the matter is over, if something happens to Brother Yong, I can't beat that mother-in-law......"

Several sapper shovels were used as oars, constantly paddling on the surface of the lake, driving the large bamboo raft all the way forward.

After leaving the shore of the lake less than a mile away, the depth of the lake becomes unfathomable, and the penny, which is at least ten meters long, can no longer touch the bottom of the lake.

It can only be used in the way of rowing to provide power for the bamboo raft to move forward.

At the same time, the deeper you go into the center of the lake, the more you seem to be in the bottom of the water, the number of sharp-toothed big black fish is increasing.

The 'rustling' sound made everyone who was used to riding a bamboo raft feel a little numb for a while.

It's just that they know that there is no way to return right away.

According to Che's memories at the time, those people in Tuo were moving all the way in the southeast direction, so Song Yong was also moving in this direction this time.

In this way, they silently endured the terrifying sound of the big black fish biting the bamboo raft, and kept moving forward silently.

Soon two hours had passed, and by this time they looked back at the shore of the lake, where there was only a few black lines left.

The surrounding scene has also become a layer of unchanging water.

In this situation, Song Yong didn't know how many times he took out his mobile phone to check what time it was.

When he found out the time, it was almost one o'clock at noon.

Song Yong had already made up his mind in his heart: to advance for another half an hour at most, and if nothing was found, they would return immediately.

At this time, Che, who had been looking around with a telescope, suddenly shouted loudly:

"Brother Yong, what do you see there?"

Song Yong, who took over the telescope, looked over and saw a bamboo several meters long on the surface of the lake more than 200 meters away.

The ends and middle of the bamboo are full of dense bite marks.

After seeing such a scene, Song Yong knew that something must have happened to them, and the chances of survival must be very slim.