A small boat drifted on the deep blue sea with the salty sea breeze, and on the boat stood a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, whose eyes were focused and his appearance was delicate.

The opposite of the delicate face is the upper body, and the hideous and terrifying scars can be seen everywhere, some of which are at the edge of the heart, which shows the thrill of the time and the horror of the boy's experience.

The boat kept rocking, and the boy's feet stood firmly on the boat, as if a stone was firmly pressed under his feet, and the boy made a strange move.

The boy slowly crouched down and took a knife from his tattered trousers, the knife was worn out but sharp, the boy raised the tip of the knife and slashed it along the palm of his hand, a scar appeared, and the sound of ticking was gradually heard.

Drops of blood slid down the palms of the hands, slowly flowing into the sea, and then emitted as the sea water emitted, flowing blood on the surface of the sea.

As the blood flowed, a sporadic aroma emerged.

After a dozen drops of blood dropped, the boy quickly picked up a gray strip of cloth next to him, and there was some light blue powder in the center of the strip of cloth that exuded a bitter smell peculiar to plants.

Tied a gray cloth strip to his hand and tied a knot, the blue powder slowly seeped into the wound, and the flow of blood gradually became slow.

On the seashore in the distance, a white trace appeared under the attraction of this blood, and followed the blood qi, the speed was extremely fast, with a cold killing force, and the fish in the shallow sea quickly dodged away. There is a natural fear of breath.

At the back of the boat, a harpoon had somehow been held in the boy's hand, and the three pointed ends of the fork were sharpened, and the short barbs shimmered with a cold color in the sunlight.

The white shark gradually approached with an icy aura, and the breath of blood made it a little restless, but the icy nature made it cautious and cruel.

Sharks swim along the boat, drawing beautiful water patterns on the blue sea.

The boy's eyes stared at the white shark quietly, the glasses on his delicate face kept turning, and the muscles of his whole body tightened.

Holding the harpoon firmly in both hands, the wound cracked open again, and bright red blood dripped down the harpoon into the sea.

At this time, the shark suddenly disappeared from the sea.

But on the side of the boat, he leaped sharply, and the blood-red mouth and dark white fangs struck at the boy, and the boy and his boat crumbled as if in a storm under the terrifying blow of the shark.

"What a cunning white shark"

The harpoon in the boy's hand struck sharply, cutting a white mark in the air, and in the blink of an eye it had penetrated deep into the white shark's slightly soft belly, and at this time he turned around and watched the white shark fall into the water.

The whole harpoon went diagonally into the abdomen, leaving only a little white handle, accurate and ruthless. Bloody water flowed from the shark's belly, staining the air with the smell of blood.

White sharks rolled, and a large area of water was dyed red.

The boy picked up the fish with a long rope that he had prepared beside him and stabbed it again, and once again pierced the shark's slightly soft belly, and the violent tumbling made the boat continue to shake, but after a moment it became silent, only the surface of the water was still emitting the smell of blood.

The boy was calm and cold in this process.

The breath of blood followed the sea breeze, through the waves, attracting the creatures in the depths of the sea, and the distant sea surface had already risen waves, where the fierce breath emanated.

"The Wind Comes"

The little boy whispered softly, his voice a little immature after not changing his voice, and he looked very proud.

There was also a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth. The eyes are bent into crescents,

The direction of the wind in the deep blue offshore sea has really changed, and the small sailboat borrowed the strong wind to sail quickly to the shore, like an arrow that has escaped the mystery.

The boy looked at the familiar village on the shore, and then completely relaxed, and lay down on the small sailboat in a large shape, and did not care about the thick smell of blood with the white shark on his pillow.

Fiercely let the sea breeze blow him towards the small port on the shore.

At this time, the night is gradually coming, and the small fishing village is quiet and comfortable with the barking of dogs.

The sound of the door opening was heard, and the boy turned into the dilapidated courtyard, which was small but very clean.

The boy was beside the small stove, laboriously lit some damp wood, the smoke curled up, and a jade pendant fell on the boy's neck, with the word "Pian" engraved on it.

The boy's name is Liu Pian, and this is the tenth time he has fished sharks, and he has always fished for sharks in the shallow waters not far from the shore. There are almost no such white sharks in the shallow sea, and there are also one or two, which are almost difficult to encounter.

However, the boy accidentally discovered that his own blood had an amazing attraction for the shark. That's why there's a whole bunch of shark hunting.

This huge sea breeze only occurs every seven days in the evening of the second day, and only then does the boy dare to go out to hunt sharks, because even the strong smell of blood in the offshore sea is extremely dangerous, and I don't know how many fishermen who rely on it have been buried in this deep blue sea.

It can be said that every hunt is a test of life and death, and almost every time he goes to sea, he is almost physically injured, even under the boy's calculations, and he has to rest for half a month or even a month after every shark hunt.

Liu Pian looked at the burning wood, staring at the flames in a daze, her thoughts drifting far away、、、、、、、

When he was a child, Liu Pian spent time with his grandfather.

Unlike ordinary children in fishing villages, he had been practicing an unknown practice since he could remember, year after year, and sometimes his grandfather would teach him to write the rest of the time.

Now that I think about it, those days were boring, but they were the best memories.

His grandfather had told him that his parents had saved his life at sea, so he brought him after his parents disappeared into the storm.

And the old man also died two years ago, and before he died, he only left Liu Pian this broken boat and a fish-shaped jade pendant, which is the one that Liu Pian is carrying now.

"Smack, smack"

The sound of the wood burning very loudly interrupted Liu Pian's memories, and after filling in a few pieces of wood, Liu Pian returned to the house and sat in front of the window, his body was still extremely tired, but he still took care of his heart and silently felt the cool breath in his body.

The breath runs slowly in the body, and with each run, the gas becomes weaker, but there will also be a cool feeling in the sore parts of the body, speeding up the recovery of the wound.

Liu Pian has already adapted to this situation, without this slightest breath, Liu Pian may have died under the dark wounds of all sizes.

It can be said that although this breath did not make him a martial arts master with infinite strength as Liu Pian longed, it made his scars recover quickly, his temperament became more ethereal, and his body became more slender.