Like a hard-working worker, the Whitefish Man began to continue to build industriously according to some conceptual ideas in his mind.

Using his nimble claws to dig grooves higher in the stakes, and placing silky wood to make railings to block and lean on, and smoothly tying the skeleton of the roof, the Whitefishman began to choose the material for the canopy.

Some of the haystacks were evenly placed on the roof skeleton by the white fishmen, and the snakeskin of the tough petrified black snake became the best umbrella.

The White Fishman cut off the skin of the black snake and covered the entire roof of the haystack with the skin.

In this way, it is both waterproof and protected from the midday sun.

Some soft grass was spread on the floor of the pavilion, and it took a whole day to build a simple but practical pavilion on sand.

The white fish man stood in front of the pavilion with a sense of accomplishment, looking at his simple masterpiece.

After thinking about it, the White Fishman came to the ice lake and cut off all the flesh and blood of the petrified black snake's head.

After a while, the bones of the big triangular head of the petrified black snake were washed and brought up by the white fishman.

The majestic black snake skull was placed on the roof of the pavilion, and between the sparkling white bones, the sandy pavilion suddenly revealed a bit of murderous aura, more like the residence of a murderous fishman.

"Let's call you the Fishman Hut. "The Whitefish Man named his house.

On the third day of arriving on the East Coast, the Whitefishmen built their own fish-man hut on this day.

The Fish-Man Hut is more than two meters high, surrounded by railings on three sides, and there are stone-designed steps on the front, which can be easily walked up to the Hut, and the 5X5 area of the Hut is covered with soft grass, which is large enough for the White Fishman to roll in it.

But this new home, the Whitefishman can only stay in the daytime for the time being, and when the night comes, the temperature drops, and the Whitefishman still has to honestly burrow back into the crypt to avoid the cold.

The white fish-man lay on the grass bed of the fish-man hut, rolling comfortably under the soft sunlight of the dusk.

It's dry, it's airy, and the environment is much better than in the crypt.

When night came, the Whitefish-Man crawled out of the Fish-Man hut and burrowed back into the crypt.

Coming to the damp and closed environment of the crypt, the white fish-man who had lived in the fish-man hut felt some disgust for this burrow dug by his own hands, and began to hope that the impact of the cold wave would be lifted as soon as possible, so that he could stay in the fish-man hut forever.

"Why is my back still itchy. At the end of the day, the bone spurs on the back of the white fish man became more and more itchy, and even began to affect the sleep of the white fish man.

The white fish man instinctively controlled the bone spurs behind him to shrink, which seemed to reduce the itching of the bone spurs and make him feel better.

After battling the itch behind him for a long time, the Whitefish Man finally fell asleep.

In the dark night, the two moons hung high in the night sky, and at the edge of the white fish-man's dense forest territory, in front of the rock mark in the north, a strong bear monster looked at the newly erected rock and the fish-man pattern on it suspiciously.

The bear monster snorted and bent down to sniff under the rocks, where there was a familiar smell of it.

"Familiar. ”

"It's that guy. ”

The bear monster recognized the identity of the Whitefish Man.

His brain doesn't seem to be as stupid as his body.

The temperature has been decreasing at night, and even if it is protected by rich sebum, the bear monster that looks fat as a ball of meat will not be able to stop the low temperature.

At this time, the bear monster was also one last time inspecting his territory before hiding in the cave, and after recognizing the identity of the white fish man, he forgot to glance at the middle of the dense forest, and then ran quickly to his warm cave......

Early the next morning, the Whitefish Man was awakened by a thrilling sensation coming from behind.

Itchy, itchy to the extreme, has turned into pain, this itch, even the stimulation of the white fish man's mood rises, and the brown eyes are flushed red.

The white fishman angrily brushed away the big stone in front of the cave, and the sky outside had just turned fish-white, and the morning sun had not yet risen.

The Whitefish Man ran to the icy lake and began to roll, rubbing his back against the icy surface.

The hard ice on the ice lake was like tofu under the sharp bone spurs on the back of the white fish man, and it was easily cut one by one.

"What the hell is going on?"

Stimulated by this pain, the wildness in the depths of the white fish people's genes surged up, weakening the white fish people's sanity little by little.

In the beard induction, the breath in the north became more and more obvious, and the only remaining consciousness of the white fish man knew that it was not the breath that became more and more obvious, but the psychological effect of the stimulation of pain.

In the instinct of the wild, a desire to be dashed by the ever-present threat to the north arose.

"Haas!"

The white fish-man bared his teeth and couldn't help but let out a low fish-man hiss.

Hiding in the shadows watching me?

Do you want to attack me?

Come on, fight, hateful guy hiding underground!

The ferocity in the bones of the white fish man was aroused, and he actually ran straight towards the north of the sand.

Fortunately, the white fish people were sensible, and they ran all the way, and they stopped their pace when they were still more than ten meters away from the sand where the unknown creature was buried, and moved around the area in a frenzy.

"Haas!"

The Whitefishman hissed defiantly at the creatures beneath the sand, whether it heard it or not.

If this creature emerges from the ground at this time, the Whitefish Man will definitely not hesitate to pounce on it and fight it.

Still, nothing has changed in the sand, at least on the surface.

The white fish man, who was constantly hovering on all fours in a rage, suddenly felt that the itch behind him had reached the limit, and at this moment, when the white fish man was about to go completely crazy, the muscles on the white fish man's back suddenly shook violently, and a jade-white bone spur nearly 10 cm thick was shot out directly!

The white fish man watched in amazement as the bone spur flew out more than thirty meters away, and then stuck diagonally into the sand, sinking into the soil for three points.

"It's so comfortable. ”

This is the first feeling of the Whitefish Man.

The process of firing bone spurs was experienced once, and this feeling was etched into the muscle instincts of the Whitefish Man.

"Woohoo!"

A series of breaking sounds sounded in the air, and the white fish man shot the bone spurs behind him in one breath.

The exhilarating feeling enveloped the body and mind of the white fish man, and at the same time, the white fish man who came back to his senses recalled the situation of the bone spur launch, and a wave of joy rose in his heart.

"Is this my special ability? ”

The Whitefish-Man, who had come to his senses again, began to analyze the cause of the bone spur launch.

"Such a sharp bone spur, launched under the control of the powerful muscles in the back, the speed and power have reached the extreme, and the lethality is simply amazing!"

The White Fish Man recalled the process of firing the bone spur, and went to the place where the bone spur fell to take a closer look, and he had already left behind the matter of settling accounts with the monsters in the sand to the north.

The bone spur shot out more than 30 meters at the most, but judging from the depth of the burial in the soil, the power of the bone spur began to decline after 25 meters.