The River Styx cascades thousands of miles from the northwest corner of Heru to the southeast, so it is forty miles east of the city of Vadan to the riverbank, and it is also the closest point to the bank of the entire Nachal basin, which is only five meters high.

For this reason, it became the most frequented place for the bootleggers, and the ghost stakes on the shore were missing—just as there was always a path trodden by the "escapees" near the fence by the playground of a high school.

At this time, two bright souls were walking towards this side.

"Eric, are you sure we can go up here?" Amacer couldn't help but ask.

More than ten days had passed since the two reached an agreement, and he began to wonder if his original decision was a bit hasty.

There is nothing in front of him except imagination that can compare to another human who talks as much as he does.

At least that guy can always get an idea, and this ......

Five days ago, the two saw live "shore people" on the shore and waved their arms at them excitedly.

The result was delightful, and the humans ran towards them with the same excitement, and right on the shore, threw the rescue—so they thought—nets.

Amacer grabbed the net with one hand and dragged Eric with the other, and with the help of the men on the shore, he was able to get the two out of the river.

However, before he could say thank you, a huge wave slapped and swept the two back, and without saying anything, the dissatisfaction spread to the shore and splashed on those people.

Then a strange scene happened, those people were like a ball of hay stained with sparks, and in an instant an invisible flame ignited, and it melted like winter snow under the hot sun, and the clothes that had lost their support were empty inside before they landed.

After coming back to his senses, Amacer suddenly realized: Are these people really kind passers-by?

He then threw the question at Eric, who turned out to be more ignorant than he was: compared to him who had at least decades of adventure experience, Eric was a complete otaku young man, not to mention his tragic experience of being speechless to those who heard and saw him...... If Amacer knew the story behind the name "Anthony", it is estimated that his bowels would be blue with regret.

How could such a single-celled paramecium-like guy give him decision-making power?

……

Faced with Amacer's question, Eric was not as sure as before.

"I think so......" our mystery writer pinched his chin and frowned. According to my careful analysis, this is the closest place to the top, and if nothing else, the probability of staying here and being fished out of it is also higher. ”

"Do you still think those people are good people?"

"Of course not, but have you ever wondered what would happen if you weren't fished out?" Eric seemed to suddenly get smarter, and he pointed to the cloudy sky above the two of them.

"Look at those bright souls, one by one falling from the sky, some of them melted at once, some only lasted for a short time, plus the surprised expressions of those 'shore people' when they saw us, what do you think we are?"

"What?"

"Good fish!" Eric swears: "And it is a high-quality fish with fatty flesh and very rare." ”

Amatho looked at him with a smile and a smile, but there was still some expectation in his heart.

Seem...... He made a lot of sense.

Eric added, "You are a powerful elf, I am a weak human, and although we have all concealed our previous stories, it is clear that this is the afterlife. Then the question arises, Lokan has so many people dying every day, even if most of the ones that fall are melted, what are the remaining ones? ”

"You mean...... A 'good fish' like us? ”

"That's right!" Eric nodded, "Although we experience the washing of the river every day, there is basically no change, which means that staying in the river all the time will not die, right?" ”

"Go on." Amacer's expression became serious.

"If that's the case, then there will only be more and more 'survivors' in the river, not as deserted as it is now. Just imagine, even if the chance of the birth of a 'good fish' is 1 in 10,000, how many people will die in the tens of thousands of years of Luokan's existence? How many 'good fish' will be born from them? Although the river basin is very wide, it can also be seen at the edge, and it should be very crowded, so where did they go? I thought about it until I saw the men on the shore and realized that most of them had been fished out. ”

As he said this, Eric's eyes suddenly drifted a little.

"Where I lived when I was alive...... it's so weird. He scratched his head. There was a river next to my town, and an elderly scholar had a fish pond. Every year in the early spring, when the river thawed, he had to hire people to go to the river to catch a batch of fish fry, which was not small, at least four or five boats, a dozen capable young men, and very few fish could escape.

"I asked Mr. Mawson why it was only done once a year, and he told me that it was too expensive, and that the fish in the river were slowly rising, and that it was close to saturation at the end of the year, and that frequent fishing was not beneficial, so it worked best in early spring. But even so, he occasionally goes fishing in the river. ”

After hearing his words, Amacer vaguely grasped something, but not very thoroughly.

Seeing his confused face, Eric said helplessly: "It's still that analogy, we are the slowly rising number of fish in the river, are you going to be fished away by a dozen big stick guys holding the boat, or are you going to be fished away by a bad old man in his seventies and eighties?" ”

"Is there a difference? Aren't they all taken away, slapped to death on the board, and then made into dishes? Amatho replied with a frown, apparently not yet able to move on from the parable.

"Oh my God...... Eric clutched his forehead. Are your elves' minds so stiff? I'm just a metaphor, we are 'fish', but not salted fish that do nothing, but a blue salamander that can bite and resist! ”

Amacer's cheeks twitched, and he glanced at him.

"The blue water salamander is a fifth-level magical beast."

“…… Okay, well, you are, not me. Eric pouted. You're a blue salamander, I'm a mayfly next to you, okay? ”

"Mayflies are brainless."

"Grass carp is always okay, right!?"

"Yes."

As the two of them talked, they were slowly approaching the place, and at this moment, two heads were poking out from above.

"Your Excellency Grass Carp, the seventy or eighty-year-old man you ordered has arrived." Amacer said.

"Then the fifth-level Demonic Beast Bishui Salamander, it's time to show the difference between Demonic Beasts and Beasts." Eric said solemnly, huddled behind him.