Fishing the Myriad Heavens

2. Chapter 2 is bloody!

    Slightly dilapidated houses in the wind, such as the bleak old man, lingering, the tiles in some places have fallen.

    It is very doubtful that this house will collapse in the next moment.

    But Bei Feng knew that this house was like this when he was very young. The only difference was that someone lived at that time and the tiles were intact.

    "Oh!"

    Bei Feng took out the key and opened some rusty door locks, pushing away the heavily painted red door.

    The paint color of the gate has almost fallen, and the door is also in disrepair due to age, and a decaying sound is heard at the moment of pushing.

    After entering the house, a flower bud appeared in front of the eyes, but because it was unattended, it was covered with weeds. Instead, several wild tea trees grew well, and a huge banyan tree stood in the middle of the flower bud.

    There are three people in the trunk of the trunk, and a few Hundred Years are still lush in the past, casting a large shadow in the yard.

    Under the banyan tree, a stone table, a few stone benches, and a cup of good tea after a hot summer meal, you can have an afternoon.

    Bei Feng carefully looked at everything in the yard, no matter what, even if it was just a weed, it seemed to be intimate in Bei Feng.

    Pushing the dusty door for a long time, a aura full of smoke and musty smells.

    The home in the room is covered with a white film, but the top is still covered with dust.

    Bei Feng put down his suitcase and started to get busy.

    Coming to the storage room, there were piles of debris, stone mills, hoes, and shelves that were previously used to plow the fields.

    Bei Feng walked out with a small black bucket. The small bucket was not big, and the water was not enough for twenty or thirty pounds.

    A rope is tied to the bucket and linked to a bamboo pole.

    Next to the flowerbed in the yard, there are two thin bluestone plates.

    Bei Feng put down the bucket and pushed the bluestone slab slightly with a force. Several arthropods like the cockroaches were frightened and fleeing.

    Bei Feng is not afraid at all. Although these insects seem scary, it is easy to think of the toxicity of cockroaches, but in fact it is non-toxic.

    A hexagonal ancient well reveals the true face, about one meter and five meters wide, and is supported by a stone strip in the well.

    The well water is clear and translucent, and then it is black and black. I don't know how deep this well is. At this time, the water surface in the well is only about two meters away from the wellhead.

    The water in this well is very cold, very good to drink, at least these few years Bei Feng have gone through so many places, nowhere the water is better than here.

    “Um? Do you know what this is?

    Bei Feng surprised God, at the surface of the well, a baby's fist-sized golden skull slowly retracted into the gap of the stone.

    Bei Feng was a little surprised, there is still a living thing in this well?

    Bei Feng came to the interest, didn't throw the bucket down and fetch water, and watched the water quietly.

    But there was no movement in the well for a long time, and the creatures did not show any traces.

    Bei Feng thought about it and caught a cockroach-like worm that was thrown into the well.

    After being thrown down, I struggled hard on the water.

    It just likes the dark and humid environment, it doesn't mean it can't drown.

    Struggling for a long time, still no effect, slowly began to sink.

    A baby's fist-sized golden skull protruded out of the crack of the stone, and then the lightning was fast, and the body was swallowed, and the sinking worm was swallowed.

    Finally, I slowly retracted into the crack of the stone, leaving only the water surface shaking.

    "Golden blood!"

    Although it was only a matter of moments, Bei Feng still saw the true face of the creature and exclaimed.

    My home is at the foot of the mountain, and there is no field. How did this golden bloodline run into the well?

    Gold silk blood stasis and jaundice are a kind of genus, but they are different kinds of scutellaria, which are golden, and have a bloody pattern on the back.

    The bloody flesh and blood of the golden thread is of great use to the human body, especially for men.

    In the Ming and Qing Dynasties, this golden blood was a royal tribute, but ordinary people would have to be beheaded.

    After the founding of the Chinese nation, the blood of the silk is more famous in the world, the price is as high as five or six hundred yuan a pound!

    At that time, the people in Qingling Village had made a fortune, and they could catch a few pounds when they had no money.

    It is a pity that the good times are not long. Under such unrestrained pursuit, the blood of the golden silk is captured.

    The last time there was a golden bloodline or something more than a decade ago, when the gold wire was not only three or two, but it sold a high price of 8,000 pieces!

    Now, more than ten years have passed, and now this golden silk is at least a pound!

    If you say less, you can buy two or three thousand! Bei Feng moved, and tens of thousands of dollars was a huge sum for himself.

    At the moment, I didn't take care of cleaning the house. I quickly left and went looking for it in the storage room.

    "I found it. I didn't expect it to be used for so many years."

    Bei Feng finds a bamboo stalk about three meters long, with a bright red fishing line tied to the head of the bamboo raft.

    Out of the house, Bei Feng flipped through the flower raft to find two shackles, put them on the hooks, and rushed to the old well.

    Throw the hooks hanging on the raft directly next to the bloody caves, and the fat cockers keep twisting their bodies.

    The blood of the golden silk was naturally sensed, and a head was slowly explored for a few seconds, and then the mouth was swallowed.

    "Get hooked!"

    Bei Feng felt a strong blow, and then with the least hesitation carrying the fishing rod, can not let the golden blood smash into the hole, or can not catch up.

    The blood of the blood is struggling, and I want to drill into the hole, but the strength is better than Bei Feng!

    After the bloody battle of Jinsi, he was still raised by Bei Feng.

    "Don't take off your hook!"

    Bei Feng silently prayed that when he was in the air, he was easily broken off by him. Once he was freed from it, he couldn't catch it anymore and he could only look at God.

    Fortunately, Bei Feng’s fears did not appear, and the blood was pulled out of the well.

    Bei Feng found that he still underestimated the weight of the golden silk, this gold silk blood is about one meter two, a large blood color pattern runs through the whole body!

    Bei Feng grabbed the bloody blood of the ground and was ready to take the hook out.

    Otherwise, the dead gold silk blood is not worth the money, the hook is not deep, only through the bloody side of the golden silk.

    Bei Feng grabbed the bloody skull in one hand and took the hook in one hand.

    Taking the hook is a waste of half a day, because there is a barb, and the blood of the silk does not match.

    "Ahhhh…"

    Bei Feng screamed.

    However, when the hook was taken out, the blood of the silk suddenly twisted and struggling, and the hook stabbed into the fingers of Bei Feng.

    "Fortunately, I didn't stab the barbs, or I was in trouble."

    Bei Feng pulled out the hook and some thought it was lucky.

    There was also a drop of bright red blood on the tip of the finger. The white wind hand slammed, and the blood beads flew out of the ground and dripped on the wellhead of the ancient well.