Live Treasure Hunter In The Secret Realm

As the pace of the cold rut accelerated, he soon walked to the stream.

Looking at the already clear stream from a distance, when you get closer, you feel clearer, even the lines of the underwater pebbles can be seen clearly.

The stream looked shallow, and the flow rate was gentle and gentle. He lowered his body and stretched his hands into the water, feeling refreshing and refreshing.

Unexpectedly, the water of the stream was not shallow, and it could not be explored to the bottom with one hand, but it was too clear, making the distance between the water surface and the bottom seem a lot shorter.

Hanzhe was about to wash his face with this stream, but saw the audience in the live broadcast room suddenly start to make noise.

"Anchor, look, there is something in the water!"

"Yes, the anchor, still moving, mixing up the water!"

At the same time, Hanzhe also noticed abnormal movements under the water, such as fish or other living creatures moving underwater, which stirred up sand and rocks.

Hanzhe's vision was much sharper than that of ordinary people. After the stirred water surface was almost clear, he had already seen the underwater movement clearly.

I saw that it was a huge horsefish. I don't know when it dived in front of the cold rut and swished and attacked the small fish and shrimp hiding under the water.

Seeing the horsemouth that had succeeded while swallowing something comfortably, while swaying its tail fin lazily, the cold rut suddenly felt a burst of hunger in his abdomen.

After sitting in the car for a whole night, I was exhausted. When the cold wind blew in the mountains, there was nothing in my stomach to fill the bottom, and I shivered unconsciously.

Look at the vigorous horsefish in the water, which is more than ten centimeters long, and has become a delicious meal in Hanzhe's eyes.

Thinking of this, he didn't get too verbose, took out the short knife purchased earlier from the bag, held his breath and moved his body closer to the writing.

That horsefish probably relied on its larger size, and it was rare to encounter an opponent in this stream. In addition, after having just eaten breakfast, his vigilance was naturally relieved.

For the cold rut, this was an excellent opportunity. Without a word of greeting, the dormant cold rut suddenly shot, and the short knife in his hand plunged into the water like a bolt of lightning.

Wow!

A knife broke the water surface, and took the horsemouth fish that was contented in the water. Between the sparks and flints, the fish was stuck on the knife and lifted out of the water.

After a successful blow, Hanzhe also showed a smile of joy, and found a place to open up the fish. On the one hand, he picked up some relatively dry litter around and strung the fish with a pole. A match ignited the dead branches, and the fish was grilled.

What’s even better is that when I was collecting firewood, I found several naturally-growing mushrooms under a tree. Although identifying wild fungi is not the specialty of the cold, he can still take a look at it. It can be seen that this is Cochinchinensis.

There are no seasonings, and two fresh mushrooms are also great. Watching the fat and strong fish grilled squeaks and screams oil, and the oil is soaked with wild mushrooms, and it is bubbling. The cold rut is also in a good mood.

While humming a little song, while flipping the grilled fish, Hanzhe said to the audience in the live broadcast room: "This is the best in the mountains. It is pure and natural, and it is very delicious to roast."

While talking, Hanzhe brought the grilled fish close to the live broadcast room, and then said, "Brothers, this fish is almost grilled now."

"From last night to this morning, I stayed up all night and didn't eat anything. Now I can't be polite for the breakfast delivered to my door."

With that said, Hanzhe bit a large piece of fish, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it.

In an instant, the cold rut only felt a sense of fulfillment from the inside out. The chicken fir mushroom adjusted the original aroma of the fish to a more layered sense. A taste bud.

It's so delicious that you can't stop it!

While enjoying a feast, Hanzhe still murmured and explained to the audience in the live broadcast room: "The above are all undeveloped mountain roads, which are very difficult to walk. I can only keep enough calories to enter the mountain when I am full."

However, although Hanzhe’s words sound very reasonable, how do the viewers in the live broadcast room think that this is a naked show. They did not expect Hanzhe to make a delicious meal with local materials as soon as they entered the mountain. The audience also Can't sit down anymore.

"Anchor, how did your treasure hunt live broadcast become a gourmet live broadcast? Are you still the anchor I love?"

"Housekeeper Yang Wudi: Lao Han, whenever you have a chance, you also take me to play in the mountains. The way you eat is more delicious than what I eat at home."

"Okay, Chen Duxiu, sit down and let Li Dazhao come first this time."

Looking at the ridicule and jealousy of the audience in the live broadcast room, the cold rut did not explain much. Although the fish is indeed very delicious, the main purpose of the cold rut is to replenish the required calories as soon as possible.

So, I ate the whole fish in threes and fives, wiped his mouth with water from the creek, and hiccuped to the audience in the live broadcast room: "Brothers, yes, I still Your beloved anchor, now, the highlight is about to begin."

Having said that, Hanzhe picked up the fork fish's knife into the backpack, took a sip of the water in the kettle, followed the upper stream of the stream, and continued to march towards the depths of the Qinling Mountains.

After eating and drinking, the pace was much brisk, and it didn't take long before the cold rut walked in front of a pool of water.

It seems that because of the terrain, the water flowing down from the mountain formed a pool on this relatively gentle slope. The stream just now was the water flowing down gently along the pool.

It's just that, after turning around in the cold, I didn't find where the water inlet of the waterhole was. It seemed that there was no way to bring water from the top of the mountain to here.

This is weird...

Even if it is rainy in the Qinling Mountains, can such a puddle form? Looking around, the water pool is half the size of a football field, and the water source is still very clear.

With that suspicion, Hanzhe carefully checked the surroundings of the water pool. The edge of the water pool was very slippery, and the Hanzhe almost fell. Fortunately, his eyesight and hands were about to support the rock beside him.

However, when the cold hand touched the rock, he suddenly noticed some clues.

The rocks are wet!

The water in the pool couldn't be wet enough to a rock equal to one's height. I looked under the rock and saw many small holes in the rock. The Zhengquan spring was flowing into the pool with a column of water.

It seems that the water from the mountain has penetrated the rock, and the water column that flows down from the rocks around the pool converges into this pool.

Although he understood this truth, Hanzhe's heart was not happy at all, because he soon realized a problem...

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