After an anxious night, early in the morning, Wei Fan ran to check the fishing grounds. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The dew on the grass wet his clothes, just like Wei Fan's mood, damp and worried, and the snail bait on the twelve hooks did not move.

"Did the harvesting method go wrong?"

Wei Fan reviewed the process, and after making sure that there were no mistakes, he inspected the environment, and fortunately, there was feces left behind after the ghost mushroom activity.

"Cast a wide net!"

Wei Fan also had no good way, so he could only take the risk to catch more amber snails, but fortunately, with experience, this time it was quite smooth.

The next day, there was still no harvest, but there were good signs, three snails on the hook were eaten, and combined with the place where the feces were found, Wei Fan determined the area where the ghost mushroom was active.

"The bait is too big to swallow, sprinkle more liquid to attract ghost mushrooms, try to eliminate traces of human activity, and drive away unfamiliar smells. ”

Wei Fan sat on a tree branch, wearing a straw hat woven with green leaves, looking out at the fishing grounds, holding a carbon pen, and recording in his diary.

On the page, there is a beautiful handwriting of iron and silver hooks, densely packed, as well as the distribution map of each fishing ground, its characteristics, and the state of vegetation, all marked with it.

It can be said that every link is stained with a lot of Wei Fan's hard work.

In the next three days, Wei Fan still didn't catch anything, but the situation was improving, more and more bait was eaten, and even two fishing lines were broken, which was obviously the result of the ghost mushroom's struggle.

"The problem now is that after catching the ghost mushroom, it gives it too much time to escape. ”

Wei Fan bit the cold hard bread and fell into a dilemma, entering the mass grave at night, it was too dangerous, and he didn't know the specific time to catch the ghost mushroom, it was too late and useless.

It was already the seventh day after entering the mountain, and thick lead clouds were piling up in the sky, and it looked like a torrential rain was definitely going to fall.

"I'm going to have to make a break tonight. ”

We can't wait any longer, once the rainstorm comes, the Mangshan Mountain will be full of danger of death, so Wei Fan must leave in time.

Boom! Boom!

Thunder and lightning appeared in the sky like silver snakes, and soon a drizzle fell and crackled on the leaves.

Wei Fan originally planned to go to the fishing ground in the second half of the night, but now he could only act in advance.

"The rain should wash away my smell!"

went to the area where the ghost mushrooms have appeared the most in the past few days, Wei Fan wore a raincoat, squatted on a lush tree, and hung down a fishing rod.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, washing everything away.

The rain and fog gradually lifted, and visibility decreased.

"Damn it!"

Wei Fan, who had been waiting for nearly two hours, finally couldn't help cursing, the rainy night was very cold, and the rainstorm was too big, so he had already poured into his clothes to make his body cold, but he didn't think about giving up.

Just when Wei Fan was squatting for most of the night, his legs were numb, and he couldn't help but want to move, in the rain and fog, blue spots of light suddenly lit up, fluttering, like ghost fire.

"It's coming!"

Wei Fan's spirit was suddenly shocked.

The rain subsided, and the ghost mushrooms finally appeared, the fungi, with jellyfish-like shapes, floating up and down in the air.

The arrival of the rainy season makes the ghost mushrooms very active and have a strong appetite, and the amber snail is undoubtedly a hearty meal.

Wei Fan didn't dare to take a breath, praying that the ghost mushroom would take the bait soon, but he was like an unlucky guy who peeked into Lady Luck's underwear, and he was hated.

A large green haze drifted over.

This is the spore forest, after the rain, spraying fungus powder, which is mixed with a large number of spores, as well as infected bodies, in order to implant and parasitize on the clean body surface of other organisms.

Wei Fan took out Sen Qianluo's leaves and put them in his mouth, and immediately released the aura, all over the body surface, the ghost mushroom was about to arrive, he really didn't want to give up, but if he stayed in the fungus mist for too long, he would definitely be parasitized, and he didn't want to become a spore man covered with mushrooms.

"Wait!"

Wei Fan went out.

Ghost mushrooms also don't want to be parasitized by spores, just like a flock of sheep that encountered wild wolves, some fled back to their nests, and some were no longer cautious and hurried to eat.

"There it is!"

Seeing a ghost mushroom bite the hook, Wei Fan hurriedly retracted the rod, but he was too anxious, and the prey did not bite solidly and dehooked.

Wei Fan bit the tip of his tongue fiercely and hurriedly re-lowered the bait.

The green haze drifted over, and everywhere he went, the insects screamed, and the ghost mushrooms ran away even more, if he didn't know that these fungi were faster than him, Wei Fan would have wanted to jump down and use the butterfly net to end a pot.

"Calm down, be patient!"

Wei Fan lowered the rate of his breathing to avoid inhaling too much mist, and finally, another ghost mushroom took the bait, this time waiting until the prey began to struggle violently before he moved.

Closing the rod, picking up, and putting it into a glass bottle, the whole process was done in one go, Wei Fan didn't even bother to clean up the fishing rod, jumped off the tree and rushed out.

When passing by another fishing ground, there was actually a ghost mushroom that was tricked, Wei Fan accepted it unceremoniously, and ran back to the stream in one go.

After washing his body, he returned to the cave.

In the glass bottle, two fist-sized ghost mushrooms floated, emitting a blue light, looking like lanterns, beautiful and beautiful.

"Haha!"

Cowering in his sleeping bag, Wei Fan smiled.

Three million is in hand, plus other savings, you can buy the Guiyun Knife as a fifteenth birthday gift for Bai Yusleeve.

"The rest of the money, save it, go to Beijing University for the exam, it also requires a lot of expenses, and I also have to buy myself a medical knife!"

After several days of hard work, there was finally a harvest, and the fatigue came like a tide, so that Wei Fan, who was at ease, fell asleep deeply.

The birdsong was crisp, and the sunlight shone through the branches and leaves of the forest, spilling on the entrance of the cave.

Wei Fan, who was woken up, sat up and stretched her waist beautifully.

"It's time to go back, Feather Sleeves must be in a hurry. ”

Wei Fan muttered, turned his head to look at the loot, but his expression froze suddenly, and there was nothing next to the pillow.

"Gone?"

Wei Fan searched the entire cave, but couldn't find a bottle containing the ghost mushroom, and he was almost mad.

"Babble!"

The little banshee showed her head.

"By the way, did you eat it?"

Wei Fan pounced in front of Sen Qianluo, looking angry.

"Babble!"

The little banshee made a creepy move, then picked up something and left quickly.

"Huh, you mean someone stole it?"

Wei Fan frowned.

"Babble!"

The little banshee nodded busily.

"Who is it?"

Wei Fan asked.

"Humph!"

Babbling with his hands on his chest, pursed his mouth, turned his head, and no longer bothered Wei Fan.

"Okay, I was wrong, apologize to you, tell me quickly, what stole the bottle. ”

Wei Fan began to calm down.

The little banshee was not angry, gesturing with her hands, babbling and screaming.

"What's that?"

Wei Fan picked up the carbon pen and stuffed it into the babbling.

The little banshee's painting is very abstract, but the things it paints are simple, so it does not prevent Wei Fan from confirming it, but even if his knowledge reserve is enough to make those university professors embarrassed, he still can't believe it.

"Are you sure?"

Wei Fan's voice trembled: "Grass thief?"

"Babble!"

The little banshee nodded affirmatively.

"What are you kidding, if this was done by the grass thief, you would have no problem letting me sleep with the wild boar!"

Wei Fan screamed, his face full of constipation, like being pierced through the ass~ eye by an ogre with a thick wooden stick, and pushed it up to his throat.

What is a grass thief? On the most authoritative list of magical creatures, the fifteenth rare species, extremely rare, the number of existing in the entire world, I am afraid there are not a hundred.

"Babble!"

Syllable!

Disgusted by Wei Fan's distrust, he babbled and threw the carbon pen to the ground.

"It's impossible!"

Wei Fan still didn't believe it.

Straw thieves are made up of plant fibers all over their bodies, like scarecrows used to drive away crows in wheat fields, they like to collect plants, and are naturally familiar with their habits, so they are the most perfect gardeners, and they also have a heart of nature in their bodies, which is said to be able to communicate with plants.

Every grass thief longs to have his own piece of plant kingdom, so he has been stealing grass all his life.

"I didn't expect to be left behind. ”

Wei Fan was very depressed, and then he was stunned, and reacted: "If I catch it, won't I have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of my life?"

"Babble!"

The little banshee despises it, and the grass thief is elusive, and just seeing it is enough to brag about it for a lifetime.

"Not necessarily!"

Wei Fan shook his index finger, took out a bottle of phenolic potion from his travel bag, mixed it with water, and splashed it around with a watering can.

Soon, some three-clawed footprints appeared on the ground.

"Babble!"

The little banshee was amazed.

Wei Fan usually goes into the mountains, worried that items such as travel bags will be taken away by wild beasts such as monkeys, so he is used to applying a layer of brightener on it, which usually has no characteristics, but after contact with phenol potion, it will produce a color reaction, which has the effect of fluorescent.

The Straw Thieves came at dawn, when the rain stopped and the vegetation was washed away, so the traces were clear.

"Where are you going?"

Wei Fan followed the footprints and chased after him, he thought about taking Sen Qianluo, but it was too inconvenient, and the grass thief only stole rare plants, and did not touch potted plants, and it was rare that he didn't even know it.

At first, it was difficult to track, requiring a large spray of potion to determine the fluorescence, but after a distance, Wei Fan became familiar with the grass thief's movements.

This guy likes to jump on the bushes, about a meter at a time, and almost half a meter above the ground, so Wei Fan can do targeted tracking, saving a lot of time.

An hour later, Wei Fan stopped, and further on, there was a dangerous area in the depths of the dense forest, which he had not dared to set foot in before.

"Fight!"

Thinking of the loss of losing the ghost mushroom and the temptation of capturing the grass thief, Wei Fan brushed aside the lush branches and leaves, gritted his teeth and walked in.

Quiet and deep, this Mangshan dense forest, which has been inaccessible for hundreds of years, is like the huge mouth of an ancient beast, swallowing Wei Fan.