The idea of ​​a prank was immediately rejected. Jenkins didn't want to use his baby cat to test what was in the river. Although chocolate can swim, cats are not used for fishing.

　　 "Speaking of which, you don't seem to like fish very much."

　　 Jenkins holds the stick in his right hand and rubs the chocolate back with his left hand.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 This is an affirmative response to Jenkins.

　　 "It’s good if you don’t like to eat fish. Eating fish is easy to get caught by the bones. Your body is so small, it’s easy to get stuck on the esophagus."

　　 "Meow~"

　　 Chocolate squirmed actively, so that Jenkins could easily touch its head, which was an act of coquetry.

　　 "Speaking of fish, when my father and I went to church yesterday morning, the girl with a fish-shaped hairpin saved us. I don’t know what happened afterwards and haven’t seen her."

　　 The chocolate under his hand shook, and his little head was on the deck, tilted his head and looked at Jenkins quietly, suspecting that Jenkins was testing...No, this is not testing anymore, the cat suspected that Jenkins was teasing her.

　　 finally saw Jenkins's face, but there was no strange expression on his face. He was looking at the fishing rod in his hand intently. It seemed that what he said just now really seemed to be unintentional.

　　 "Meow~"

　　Chocolate, of course, knew that this was definitely not unintentional, and Jenkins was definitely making fun of it.

　　 So he stood up from Jenkins's hands, wanted to lie on his lap, and then test what attitude Jenkins is now.

　　 But before the chocolate successfully reached the "destination", the fishing rod in Jenkins's hand began to shake.

　　 He stood up, grabbing the fishing rod with both hands at the same time, trying to pull it upwards. But what the hook is hooking is quite strong. Because metal fishing rods have no anti-slip lines and the like, Jenkins didn't wear anti-slip gloves, and the fishing rod almost fell into the water after dropping off his hands.

　　 "No matter what I hook, it can't be a fish."

　　 He thought in his heart and prayed to Ovia that the fishing line must not be broken.

　　 while backing back, he tried to drag things under the water away from the water. The only experience left by the original owner’s fishing memory is that when pulling the line, it can loosen and tighten the fish's physical strength.

　　This kind of experience is actually useful for the things caught at this moment. After less than ten minutes of stalemate, Jenkins felt the opponent's strength weakened.

　　 And just as he breathed a sigh of relief, and planned to take back all the fishing line in a big blow, an inexplicable noise came from under the boat, and then the black arc rushed to Jenkins's hands along the metal fishing line.

　　 He subconsciously wanted to loosen the fishing rod, but immediately grasped it tightly, watching the black arc hit his arm.

　　 An anxious black mark immediately appeared on the back of his hand, and at the same time the two hands that were originally stable tremble uncontrollably.

　　 "This is not lightning! What is it?"

　　 He was taken aback, but this scene is not terrible for all the things encountered today. Even though the black electric arc kept going up along the fishing rod, he still grasped the fishing rod without letting go, and walked back quickly.

　　 Finally, before his arm completely lost consciousness, Jenkins suddenly lifted the fishing rod. Accompanied by the sound of heavy objects being dragged out of the water, the end of the fishing line pulled a group of dark objects from the water, and then fell onto the deck.

　　 Jenkins bent down and picked up the Star Demon Sword without even thinking about it, and then threw it violently, nailing the thing that looked like black water plants to the deck.

　　 It is indeed a living thing, even if it is nailed by the magic sword, it still struggles.

　　 "This is not a human head, right?"

　　The black waterweed does look like human long hair, but fortunately, when I got closer, I saw that it was a fish.

　　 Jenkins can hardly describe a fish with black beard and hair vividly. He saw the beard and hair emerging from the scales of the fish, swaying like a parasite, and he felt like vomiting. This is not because the opponent's mental pollution ability is strong, it is purely because Jenkins cannot accept this structure.

　　 He stopped the curiously coming chocolate that he wanted to take a look at, and made a gesture of holding a sword with his right hand. As the fire spread out from his palm, the large spiral sword with the blade ignited appeared in his hand.

　　 After the safari man in front of the furnace converted the sword into a gift, its shape did not change much, so Jenkins slammed the sword against the rotting fish with black hair and beard.

　　 "I'm afraid I won't eat fish for a long time."

　　 He thought about it as he thumped it, but because he neglected that the spiral sword carries a high temperature, and the high temperature would heat the rotten flesh of the fish. Therefore, when the air was full of moisture and polluted exhaust gas, suddenly there was a smell of burnt meat, and then the smell of burnt hair came, Jenkins really almost vomited it out.

　　 The big spiral sword has no blades, but with Jenkins's strength, the fish finally stopped moving.

　　 Jenkins found a pair of gloves from his backpack, then pulled out the magic sword, crouched down and tried to pick up the smashed but unexpectedly unsplit fish. Unexpectedly, at this time, the fish flicked and jumped on the spot, twisting its body in the air, as if trying to hit Jenkins on the head with its tail.

　　The power of the fish is not great, but the black electric light accumulated in the tail of the fish has to be guarded.

　　 Fortunately, Jenkins had already prepared. When the opponent "jumped", he grabbed the sword and stabbed it. This time the sword pierced the fish's head and it finally stopped moving.

　　 "Meow~"

　　The chocolate was hidden behind Jenkins' right leg, just stretched out his small head and stared at the big amber eyes, watching this scene curiously.

　　 Jenkins bent over to pick it up and put it back on his shoulder:

　　 "I’m not used to it without you on my shoulders."

　　 He didn't immediately give this strange-looking fish to the guy who asked for it, but simply dissected it with a sword. Since you want to know the background of this world, besides asking these asylum seekers, you should also be able to find clues in the objects and creatures here.

　　 The scales and skin of that fish are extremely tough, and the magic sword can't even cut the flesh of the fish easily. It can only be done with force like nailing a fish. Jenkins was too lazy to waste his energy, and finally used the broken bone holy sword before cutting open the fish. But at the moment Jenkins was about to see the fish's internal organs, the black electric light of a thunderbolt sputtered from the wound pierced by the broken sword:

　　 "Huh? It's not blood, but black..."

　　 The fish exploded, and the black arc rushed out and hit all around, and Jenkins was the first to bear the brunt. This arc is not a mere lightning, so it is not controlled by natural forces. The electric light was dazzling, and Jenkins gritted his teeth and kicked the blasted object from the gap in the fence under the boat with one kick.

　　 First, I heard the thumping and falling water, and then there was a muffled sound. Even the boat shook with the harsh metal deformation, making Jenkins almost thought the boat would capsize.

　　 The metal head on the chair watched this scene with a smile, while the refugees on the edge of the deck screamed together, proving that they were all living people.

　　 "I'm so stupid, I didn't expect a fish to explode."

　　 Jenkins, who was lying on the deck, got up after confirming his safety. After checking that the chocolate was not injured, he went to check whether the luggage was missing, and finally looked at the water hidden in the mist with some regret. Instead of obtaining any information, he even lost a fish. Although the fishing rod is still there, we can continue fishing, but the time wasted cannot be returned.

　　 The boat swayed for a while before it stabilized again, and Jenkins returned to the front of the deck to continue fishing.

　　 Because of the first experience, knowing that the fish will be hooked soon, so instead of sitting down this time, he fished while standing.

　　 Sure enough, it was only five minutes before I felt something pulling the fishing line again, but this time the force was obviously much smaller.

　　 "Isn't it the kind of fish just now? That's right, since it's a river, of course there won't be only one kind of fish."

　　 Whether it was or not, Jenkins grabbed the fishing rod and backed away. After "fighting" with the second fish through the fishing line for a few minutes, he lifted the rod again and pulled the exhausted fish up.

　　 Even though he was prepared, Jenkins couldn't help looking away when he saw the upper body fish body and the lower body with octopus tentacles.

　　 After nailing the fish to death, he again tried to dissect the fish, but when he found that the opponent's "skin" was almost as strong as the one just now, he gave up this plan.

　　 "Although this fish does not show the ability to emit black electric light, the possibility of this thing exploding is still not small, I can't waste time."

　　 He used the magic sword to string the fish, and then walked to the guy who asked for the fish. Hearing Jenkins' footsteps, the thin man finally raised his head, revealing his skinny face:

　　 "Fish, I want fish!"

　　 He opened his hand and touched Jenkins's sword, even if the curse of the magic sword spread to him immediately, he didn't care. Removed the fish from Jenkins's sword, then with an abnormally enthusiastic expression on his face, he raised his head and grew his mouth.

　　 The corners of his mouth split open, expanding to an area larger than his head, making his entire head deformed. Then the man threw the fish out of his huge mouth, and his face and mouth slowly recovered:

　　 "It's great, do you have any more?"

　　 returned to his normal face and looked at Jenkins expectantly, while Jenkins looked at the shape of the "fish" stuck in his neck:

　　 "Promise me, you must not die before you give me a message."

　　 He whispered, no matter what the other party answered, he went on to catch a fish.

　　 just walked a few steps, before he even remembered to pick up the fishing rod, he frowned and stopped.

　　 turned his head to look around the deck of the ship, water vapor permeated all around, and Jenkins noticed that the range of vision seemed to shrink.

　　 When he first arrived on the ship, he was able to see a large area of ​​buildings on both sides of the river through the thick fog surrounding the ship. But when the fishing rod was picked up for the third time, the number of buildings in the complex was significantly reduced.

　　 The fog is enveloping.

Chapter 2173-Horse Lantern

　　 "What's the matter? How is the fog surrounded?"

　　 Jenkins asked the metal head on the chair.

"It is obvious that the world is suffering from disasters, and as part of the deception, the black fog will try to invade the ship. I will not explain to you what the fog is, you just need to know that when the fog fills the ship, Although you won't die, they will all die as fugitives."

　　 If all the asylum seekers on the ship die, of course Jenkins' mission will not be completed.

　　 "Damn it, these fogs are approaching too fast, right?"

　　 After a little calculation, I know that it is impossible for Jenkins to ask the three people for clues, and the fog will touch the edge of the ship.

　　 "Of course there is a way to temporarily retreat the black mist on this boat."

　　 The metal head is still cheerful:

　　 "Don't ask me why I didn't tell you just now, didn't you ask me?"

　　 "What is the way to make these fog retreat?"

　　 "You have to find this yourself. After all, my responsibility is only to tell you how to leave. It does not include protecting the safety of creatures in the dreaded land."

　　The black fog that keeps enveloping is part of the rules of the treacherous world, and Jenkins's flames can't drive them out. Therefore, if you want to temporarily let the fog retreat, you still have to start from the rules of the treacherous realm itself, so he once again came to the guy who asked for the fish, his neck still has the shape of a fish:

　　 "The fog is too big now, I can't see anything when I was fishing. So, is there any way to dispel the fog?"

　　 "Fog?"

　　 After eating a fish, the skinny man once again turned into that kind of bewildered state, and said in a vague tone:

　　 "I just want to eat fish, you can go fishing...but the fog does affect the line of sight, which will affect the fishing. Oh, I remember there are some lighting equipment at the bottom of the river."

　　 "The bottom of the river? Is there any equipment for lighting on this ship?"

　　 Jenkins asked again.

　　 "It used to be, but it burned out."

　　Time is tight, no matter what you can catch next time, it will be useful for Jenkins. He didn't know what happened to the backstory of this treacherous world, or even whether the backstory was real history, or just a fictional story.

　　 But no matter what, he has already come here. He definitely can't stop because of things like fishing.

　　 Therefore, when the fish hook was thrown again, the force in the hand was especially strong, and it even felt that the fish hook fell into the water after hitting something in the fog.

　　 "It has nothing to do with me, I just want to fish now."

　　 He said in his heart, he single-mindedly used the metal fishing rod in his palm to feel the hook from the fishing line sliding along with the boat in the water.

　　 The little chocolate lay on Jenkins' shoulders, squinting his eyes, and his breathing rate gradually approached Jenkins's breathing rate. And Jenkins also closed his eyes and let his vision temporarily disappear, so that he could “see” the scene under the water through the tremor through the tactile sensation with the fishing rod.

　　 This is an extremely clever state that resonates with nature. Jenkins gradually felt that he really saw underwater, but at the same time he felt the chaotic and disorderly spirit outside the hull.

"I saw!"

　　 suddenly opened his eyes and suddenly lifted it up. After the sound of the object coming out of water, the fishing line pulled a dark object and flew onto the deck. After falling to the foot and bounced twice, he was still squirming and trying to get back into the water.

　　 This is still a fish, and the degree of alienation is less than the previous two. The only difference from fish is that the fish head has a human nose and two human ears.

　　 But I have to admit that this look is even more disgusting than the octopus "Fish" just now.

　　 Lifted the magic sword to pierce the fish, and then quickly sent it to the fish-eating guy. The skinny man raised his head suddenly, as if worried that Jenkins was about to **** him, regardless of the fact that the sword's blade pierced his palm, he also personally snatched the fish from the sword.

　　 raised his head and grew his mouth, using exactly the same movement as before, and threw the fish into the huge mouth. As a result, the first fish in his stubby neck was squeezed into his stomach, and the second fish was now stuck in his throat, and Jenkins could even see the shape of the fish's big nose.

　　 "Oh, thank you very much, sir, I am very full, then I will tell you now..."

　　 "Can you wait a while?"

　　 Jenkins looked anxiously at the black fog that was already very close to the ship:

　　 "Will I come back and listen to it after I catch the lamp?"

　　 "Of course, I'm not in a hurry."

Jenkins rearranged the fishing line as he walked to the front of the deck. After throwing it vigorously again, he maintained a static posture to calm his mood, so as to better let his spirit follow the fishing rod and fishing line to explore as if it was also flooded. Dark misty underwater.

　　 He can't "see" too many things, and the black mist also has the effect of blocking mental exploration. But at least when the hook hit the object again, Jenkins still raised the line for the first time.

　　 The heavy object fell to the ground, which turned out to be a broken lantern.

　　Horse lantern is actually a portable, weatherproof kerosene lamp. It can be hung on a horse during night riding, and it is called a "boat lantern" on a boat. It is a common equipment for lighting on rainy days and nights in this era.

　　 The glass cover of this lantern has almost completely disappeared, and the metal part has been twisted by something and deformed. Only the metal on the bottom edge still has some glass slag. But the inner wick is intact. Turn the **** with a little force and the wick can be unscrewed. At the same time, there is still residual kerosene inside the sealed lamp holder. In other words, this lamp has the possibility of being lit.

　　 "Can this dispel the black mist?"

　　 Jenkins took the lamp and found the man with the fish in his throat. The latter nodded. Because there was a fish in his throat, his voice was a little strange:

　　 "But do you have enough kerosene? I don't think this lamp will last too long."

　　 "It's okay, I don't need too long."