Duchamp was in the reeds, and he didn't know how long he had been squatting.

He looked at his watch, and it was already two o'clock in the morning on August 17.

On this unfortunate night, he at first thought he had encountered a large group of aquatic monsters, only to find out later that it was a large group of shallow water sharks that were able to adapt to survive in fresh water.

In this kind of river, theoretically, there should be no sharks.

He hurriedly rowed and escaped, ran a few steps, and found that he could not outrun the shark at all, and immediately used the skill 'fright' to scare away a few sharks in the vicinity, and then plunged into the reeds, using stealth, lurking and not moving.

The shark did not find anyone, but was very interested in the boat, and slammed it a few times, and the boat immediately overturned, and in the night rain, the noise was very loud, and Duchamp soon saw that a speedboat sailed out of the gourd lake to check the movement.

Duchamp secretly complained that it would be difficult to find him on such a night, but the small boat would undoubtedly reveal his whereabouts.

Not only that, but it will also startle the snake.

He looked at the jubilant group of sharks and finally came up with a solution.

He created an illusion underwater, and in an instant, the shark abandoned the broken boat and scrambled to swim towards the illusion in the distance. Duchamp took the opportunity to venture into the water two steps, reached the wreckage of the boat with his hand, and silently recited in his heart, and quickly put the wreckage and oars into his personal package.

The fastest swimmer of the sharks in the water stretched out his mouth and bit the phantom, which immediately dissolved into nothingness. With the intelligence of sharks, they can't understand this kind of thing, and the shark colony begins to fight among themselves.

The speedboat sailed to this lake area, and two big men, holding an object in their hands, began to scan the lake surface in this area.

"Peat, they also have high technology!" Duchamp squatted among the reeds, trying to maintain his stealth, restraining all his breath, hoping not to be exposed.

"What are these sharks making a fuss about?" After several searches, the big man, who couldn't find any vision, scolded and prepared to call it a day.

"Maybe it's a prey and a fight."

Perhaps the shadow just now really didn't have any heads, and some sharks boldly attacked the patrol boat.

"Hmph, it's all raised by Lao Tzu, and it's not the other way around." One of the big men of the patrol boat was not in a hurry, took out a long stick, and waited for the shark to come and send him to death.

"Guiding sticks." Duchamp instantly understood what was in the hands of the big man.

Sure enough, the shark hit it hard, and its belly was about to turn over. The other sharks knew it was powerful and dived into the deep water.

Duchamp looked at the speedboat, walked a certain distance, and soon disappeared into the lake.

"Such a powerful trick!" Duchamp gasped. After the speedboat sailed over the island in the middle of the lake, even the sound disappeared.

That's what it's called tall!

Duchamp crouched in the reeds and began to study how he could leave.

Jumping into the water and swimming? Let the underwater sharks make a fuss again, no one will think it is an accident.

Duchamp suddenly discovered the importance of a small boat to him.

He silently prayed: Sharks, go to bed early. He didn't dare to look at the small map, and the red dots around him all overlapped, densely packed together.

Sharks are animals that rarely sleep, and most of them only dive into deep water during the day to take a nap. For the large group of marine creatures in front of them, it is now noon.

The small island of reeds that Duchamp stepped on was actually suspended in the air, relying on the interlaced roots of the reeds and the dust and fallen leaves accumulated over many years to form this thick layer of 'ground'. Duchamp, who had lived like a year, felt that the weight of the island had changed with his addition, and the roots of the reeds were slowly sinking. Duchamp was feeling that the water seemed to be slowly soaking into his shoes.

"I have to change a big reed to squat, this one can't carry me." Duchamp thought.

Suddenly, he suddenly realized, "I'm squatting stupidly, what else is this for, isn't this a perfect boat under my feet." ”

He looked around vigorously, felt the pull of the reed roots around him, took out the green feathers, and struggled to cut off some of the roots that were entangled with the other floating islands, and pushed hard in the opposite direction, and finally made the floating island move.

He took a fancy to a long road of reeds with joy, pulled the reeds in front of him with his hands staggered, and with the help of the power of this reed, he slipped away for some distance, and ran with joy towards the new life.

Just as he reached hard for a clump of reeds in front of him.

A bloody mouth that had been lurking there for a long time pounced on him.

"Throw yourself into the net!" Duchamp's first reaction.

"I'm done!"

"Shadow Flash!" Fortunately, I finally came up with a reliable response.

These few thoughts before and after are actually just a moment of time, but at that moment, the attack of the bloody mouth has been completed.

The topography of the floating island and his posture affected the effect of the shadow flash, and the front jaw and a fang of the monster were nailed to Duchamp's left shoulder, and his left hand and the left half of his body were bloodily unconscious. He struggled to stab the emerald feather in his right hand forward, and the second attack of the big-mouthed demonic beast just bit down. The steel knife clearly didn't taste good, and the blade cut the gums through its most vulnerable parts.

The frightened monster let go of the steel knife, quickly stepped back, looked at the prey twice, estimated the strength of both sides, in the end, the blood on the prey was more tempting, it slowly retreated, seemingly retreating, but in fact it was preparing to launch a surprise attack.

Unfortunately, he didn't know that the most important thing for the prey in front of him was distance. As soon as the 3-second CD time arrived, "Frightened! Duchamp struggled to send out a spiritual attack, such a small demonic beast would definitely not be able to bear it, and the big-mouthed demonic beast fell backwards and fled.

The fright lasted only 10 seconds, but it was enough for Duchamp to do a lot of things, Duchamp took out a first-aid sticker, pasted it on the wound on his left shoulder, and waited until another 3 seconds passed, and immediately hung himself with the blessing of illusion, and before he could take a breath, in the water behind him, there was a sudden sound of shark paddling excitedly.

It was blood, and the blood of Duchamp was damp and flowing, spreading in the air and in the river.

The sharks in the water smelled the blood of Duchamp, but at the same time they smelled the deadly breath of the Large-Mouthed Monster, and they came in groups, gathering in the outer layers of the battle circle, waiting to take advantage.

This beast has to be killed. Duchamp didn't even have time to heal himself, he stared at the Bigmouth Monster and read with all his might, a skill that had been driving for a long time, "Crimson Ray". This monster has rough skin and thick flesh, but fire is its weak point.

When the time for fright came, the teased beast opened its bloody mouth, turned around, and sprinted towards Duchamp.

"It's now!" Duchamp's tactical detractor in his right hand stretched forward, and a straight line of crimson ran through the monster's mouth, burning perfectly all the way to the heart.

The monster received a fatal blow, but the inertia of the forward lunge was still there, and the power of the blow was offset by the blessing of the illusion. Duchamp waved the emerald feather with one hand, struggling to use the most primitive power to strike sideways, and a man and a monster fell into the water together.

"Bewildered!" Duchamp tried to divert the shark's attention from the Largemouth.

Maybe it's because the Bigmouth has a grudge against these sharks on a daily basis, or maybe it's the skill of confusion that comes into play. The sharks abandoned Duchamp and struggled to attack the already badly injured Largemouth. The big-mouthed monster let out a terrible roar in the bloodstains all over his body, and for a while, the river let out several angry responses in a row, and more big-mouthed monsters rushed towards this side from the water and grass, surrounding this piece of water.

Duchamp was stunned to find that it had turned into a scuffle. He touched his left hand and found that it was still a whole whole, and he was very happy in his heart.

Looking at the big scene in front of him, he tore his small floating island with his right hand, trying to drill his body into the interior of the floating island, holding a reed pole in his mouth, while constantly treating the left half of his body that was constantly leaking blood, while trying to stay invisible, in a vain attempt to smuggle out of this melee scene.