"Of course, it's to help you catch the good stuff. Just put some blood, what's there to fuss about. ”

Storm seemed very indifferent, as if he had just said a trivial matter.

"It's so light. If it was your hand, I don't think you would have said that. ”

Fengyun couldn't help but complain in his heart.

"Uncle Tyrant, I think it's better for you to explain the situation clearly before cutting. ”

"Okay. I cut your hand to bleed to impregnate the fishing line, and then you use the fishing line to tie it up. ”

"Is this really possible?"

Fengyun was still a little skeptical, he was tied with a fishing line, why was he dyed with his blood, he really couldn't figure it out.

"You can believe it or not, but don't blame me when the good stuff runs away. ”

"This ......"

Fengyun was still a little hesitant, but thinking of the powerful effect of good things, he gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Tyrant, you cut it." ”

With that, he stretched out his left hand and spread it out in front of the storm.

"That's right. ”

Storm stretched the bone knife into Fengyun's palm, and Fengyun couldn't help but turn his head to the side.

Although he has traveled to the primitive tribe, his soul still belongs to an ordinary otaku in the twenty-first century, and he is not yet able to look directly at his own blood.

But there was no pain in the palm of his hand for a long time.

"What's going on? Can you make yourself feel no pain?"

Fengyun couldn't help but turn his head and look at his palm.

The knife in the thug's hand hovered above his palm, and it was not cut at all.

At this moment, Storm suddenly smiled at him.

"Not good!"

Fengyun subconsciously wanted to withdraw his palm, but it was too late.

Storm's wrist moved slightly, and the sharp blade swept past his palm.

Fengyun first felt a slight chill in his palm, and then saw a hair-thin red line appear in the middle of his palm.

The red line quickly thickens, and you can see that there is red liquid gushing out of it.

"Why are you stunned? Hold the line quickly. ”

Just as Fengyun was stunned, Storm had already put the thin fishing line into his hand and motioned for him to hold it.

Fengyun did so.

Anyway, the hand has been cut, so don't waste it.

The fishing line pressed against the wound, and Fengyun felt a throbbing pain in his palm, but it was very different from the situation he imagined, it was not so difficult to bear, and it was still 108,000 miles away from the limit of his patience.

At this time, he realized that he had indeed changed, at least in terms of endurance, he had increased I don't know how many times.

"Alright. ”

After about two minutes, Storm signaled that Fengyun could let go of his palm.

Fengyun slowly opened his palm, and found that the reeling line had been stained red with blood, but his attention was not on its body.

His first concern was the wound in his palm.

It turned out to be a little incredulous.

Not only did it no longer ooze blood, but it had closed so that only a thin line remained.

I tried to open and close my palm, but the wound didn't crack open, and I didn't feel any pain.

"Swallowing is really too powerful. ”

Storm obviously also saw the changes in Fengyun's palm wound clearly, and couldn't help but show an envious expression.

"Uncle Tyrant, you tell me what to do, catch the good things first, so as not to have too many dreams at night. ”

Fengyun is also extremely satisfied with his body's ability to heal itself, but he is most concerned about how to grasp the good things.

"It's very simple, you just have to tie it with a fishing line, but be careful not to touch it until you keep it on a leash, otherwise it will wake up and run away immediately, and there will be no chance of catching it again. ”

Seeing the solemnity of the violent words, Fengyun's expression became serious, nodded and said, "I remember." ”

"Let's go. ”

"I went. ”

Fengyun loosened the line and tied a loop-shaped slipknot at one end, ready to use it to slip on the body of the good thing.

As long as it is lassoed, as soon as the fishing line is pulled, it will be firmly tied to the good thing, and the more it struggles, the tighter the slipknot will be tightened.

Fengyun tried his best to slow down and slowly approach the good things.

At this time, Fengyun's strong control over strength was fully revealed, and his feet stepped on the ground without making a sound at all.

It's finally time to get closer to the goodies.

Fengyun took a deep breath, held his breath, and moved the live buckle on the fishing line to make sure it was easy to use.

Taking two steps forward, Fengyun stopped, and the distance between him and the good thing was less than two feet.

He crouched down, narrowing his eyes slightly, his gaze moving over the good, looking for a place to put on a live buckle.

Slowly, his brow furrowed.

A good thing is to put one arm under the head as a pillow, and in order to trap it, it must be put on its head and arm together, but its arm is so close to the ground that it can't fit in at all.

The other hand, which is also attached to the body, is not easy to set.

As for its legs, they are together, close to the ground.

It is extremely difficult to trap its limbs or head without alarming it, and if you do it reluctantly, you will face a great risk of failure.

Retreating to the second, Fengyun has set the target on the fingers and toes of the good things, this time it is not a big problem, be careful, the probability of success is still very high.

He didn't do that.

The appearance of good things is too similar to people, which can't help but make Fengyun think of a question - what would he do if his fingers or toes were covered and he would die if he couldn't break free.

His answer was to survive with a severed finger, and the lack of a finger or toe was acceptable compared to life.

His concern is that good things make the same choice.

His gaze continued to wander over the good, ready to find a safer place to start.

Suddenly, his pupils narrowed rapidly.

The good thing that had been lying quietly on the ground moved without warning.

"Oops!"

If the good thing wakes up and finds him crouching beside it, it must run away immediately.

Immediately, Fengyun took action, and he stretched out his hands to the good things.

He didn't take the risk of leashing its head and limbs, nor its fingers and toes.

He threaded the line through the vine-like thing around its waist with leaves hanging from it, and tied a dead knot at breakneck speed.

He made this choice because of his intuition, and his instinct told him that it was the only way to do it.

Almost at the same time, the good thing woke up and opened its eyes, a pair of crimson eyes facing Fengyun's face.

It was stunned for a moment, then let out a terrible howl, sharp and high-pitched.

When Fengyun heard it, it felt like an awl was piercing his ear drums, and the pain was so abnormal that he couldn't help but feel the urge to cover his ears with his hands.

He held back, and now the key is to catch the goodies.

Before the howl had stopped, the good thing bounced like an arrow to a rabbit and ran away.

The speed of the good thing is extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, the fishing line in Fengyun's hand that is more than five zhang long has been put to the end.

Fengyun instinctively tightened his five fingers and grabbed the end of the line.

He immediately felt a strong force coming through the line.

"Damn it!"

Fengyun cursed in his heart, let go of his fingers, and watched the fishing line flash away.

It's not that he doesn't want to catch the line, it's not that he can't catch it, but he knows the limit of the line.

If he doesn't let go, the line will be broken.

"How's it going?

Storm rushed over and asked with concern.

"The tether was tethered, but unfortunately it broke free, and it was in vain. ”

Fengyun lowered his head, looking rather depressed.

"Haha......"

Contrary to Fengyun, when he heard his words, he burst out laughing.

"Uncle Tyrant, I failed, but you don't have to gloat so much, right?"

Fengyun raised his head and glared at Storm angrily.

"Failed? Who failed?"

"Uncle Tyrant, that's enough. There should be a limit to joking. ”

"Yun boy, you misunderstood. I'm not kidding. ”

Seeing the anger on Fengyun's face, Storm immediately explained: "You have tethered it, and you have succeeded." ”

"Uncle Tyrant, don't comfort me. What if it's tethered, the good thing hasn't run away. ”

"Boy Yun, do you know why I asked you to dye the fishing line with blood?"

"Didn't you already say it yourself? Help me catch the good stuff. ”

As he spoke, Fengyun's eyes suddenly lit up, and he asked urgently, "Uncle Tyrant, are you going to tell me that there are other effects of using my blood to dye the fishing line?"

"Of course, otherwise why would I want you to do that. ”

"Uncle Tyrant, don't hang my appetite. Let's talk about it. ”

"I'm so anxious. All right. I'm telling you. Tie up something good with a fishing line soaked in your blood, and it will never be able to break free, that is to say, ......"

Fengyun didn't wait for the tyrant to finish speaking, so he hurriedly took over the conversation: "As long as you find the fishing line, you can find it." ”

"You finally understand now why I said you made it, right?"

"Understood. ”

Fengyun smiled and nodded, but a hint of gloom quickly appeared on his face: "But the burning forest is so big, and the fishing line is so thin, is it possible for us to find it?"

"You don't have to worry about that. What you are tethered to is actually the embodiment of something good, and it will only appear not far from the main body, and if you spend some time at most, you will definitely find it. ”

Fengyun was visibly relieved: "I see. ”

He and Storm immediately began to search.

In the process of searching, Fengyun suddenly remembered a question and asked, "Uncle Tyrant, why do you use my blood instead of yours to dip the fishing line?"

"You're a bit of a grudge. I'm doing that for your own good, a true hunter can't see blood. You see blood now, and you won't panic if this happens again in the future, which is ...... for you."

"I see. Uncle Tyrant, you haven't answered my question yet. ”

"It's very simple, only the blood of a person who can see good things can work, and if it is my blood, you will tie it up, and it will break free quickly. Satisfied, right?"