Primitive Tribe Adventure

"Of course it's to help you catch good things. Just letting some blood out, what's the fuss about."

Bao seemed very indifferent, as if only saying a trivial thing.

"It's so light. If you cut your hand, I don't think you would say that."

Feng Yun couldn't help but spit out in his heart.

"Uncle Bao, I think it is better for you to clarify the situation first before cutting."

"Okay. I cut your hand and let the blood flow in order to dip the fishing line, and then you use the fishing line to tie it."

"Is this really feasible?"

Feng Yun still had some doubts, and he didn't understand why he was soaked with his blood.

"You don't need to believe it, but when the good stuff is gone, don't blame me."

"This one……"

Feng Yun still hesitated, but thinking of the powerful effects of good things, he gritted his teeth and said, "Uncle Storm, you cut it."

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

"That's right."

Bao Bao stretched the bone knife to Feng Yun's palm, and Feng Yun couldn't help turning his head to the side.

Although he has crossed to the primitive tribe, his soul still belongs to an ordinary otaku in the 21st century, and he can't look directly at his dripping blood.

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

"What's the matter? Can violence make me feel painless?"

Feng Yun couldn't help turning his head and looking at his palm.

The knife in the mob's hand hovered over his palm without cutting at all.

At this moment, Bao suddenly smiled at him.

"not good!"

Feng Yun subconsciously wanted to take back his palm, it was too late.

With a light movement of Yu's wrist, the sharp blade flicked across his palm.

Feng Yun felt a slight coolness in his palm first, and then saw a thin red line appearing in his palm.

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

"Why are you so surprised? Hurry up and hold the fishing line."

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

Fengyun did.

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

The fishing line was on the wound, and Feng Yun felt a throbbing pain in his palm, but it was very different from what he imagined. It was not so difficult to bear. It was far from the limit of his endurance. It.

At this time, he realized that he has indeed changed, at least in terms of endurance, it has increased by many times.

"All right."

After about two minutes, Bao Bao signaled that Feng Yun could release his palm.

Feng Yun slowly opened his palm and found that the fishing line had been stained red with blood, but his attention was not on it.

His first concern was the wound on his palm.

As a result, he couldn't believe it.

Not only did it no longer ooze blood, but it was closed, leaving only a thin line.

Trying to open and close the palm, the wound did not open, and there was no pain.

"Tun is really too powerful."

Bao Bao also clearly saw the changes in Fengyun's palm wound, and couldn't help showing an expression of admiration.

"Uncle Bao, tell me what to do, and catch the good things first, so as not to have more dreams at night."

Feng Yun is also extremely satisfied with the body's self-healing ability, but what he cares most is how to catch good things.

"It's very simple. You only need to tie it with a fishing line, but you must pay attention to it. Before you tie it, you must not touch it, otherwise it will be awakened and immediately run away. It is impossible to catch it."

Seeing Bao said solemnly, Feng Yun's expression also became serious, nodded, and said, "I remember."

"go quickly."

"I'm going."

Feng Yun loosened the fishing line and tied a loop-shaped slipknot at one end, ready to use it on the good thing.

As long as it is trapped, the fishing line will be firmly tied to the good thing. The more it struggles, the tighter the slipknot will be.

Fengyun tried his best to put light on his feet and slowly approached the good things.

At this time, Fengyun showed his powerful control over power, and there was no sound when his feet were on the ground.

Finally getting close to good things.

Feng Yun took a deep breath, held his breath, and moved the live button on the fishing line to make sure it worked well.

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

He squatted down, squinted his eyes slightly, and moved his gaze on the good thing, looking for a place where he could hook it.

Slowly, his brows wrinkled.

The good thing is to put an arm under the head as a pillow. If you want to wrap it, you must wrap its head and arms together, but its arm is close to the ground and can't fit in at all.

The other hand is also close to the body, which is not easy to use.

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

It is extremely difficult to trap its limbs or head without disturbing it. Reluctantly, it will face a great risk of failure.

As the second best thing, Fengyun set the target on the fingers and toes of the good things. This time it was not a big problem. Be careful. The chance of success is still high.

He did not do that.

The appearance of good things is too similar to people, which makes Feng Yun think of a problem-if his fingers or toes are trapped, he will die if he can't break free, what will he do.

His answer is to survive by severed fingers. Compared with life, the lack of a finger or toe is still acceptable.

He is worried that good things make the same choice.

His eyes continued to move on the good thing, ready to find a safer place to start.

Suddenly his pupils shrank rapidly.

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

"bad!"

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

Resolutely, Feng Yun took action, and he stretched out his hands to the good thing.

He did not choose to take the risk to entangle its head and limbs, nor did he entangle its fingers and toes.

He passed the fishing line through the vine-like thing with leaves hanging on its waist, and hit a dead knot at a very fast speed.

He would make this choice entirely based on intuition. Intuition tells him that only doing so is the most correct.

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

It froze for a while, and then let out a stern howl, sharp and high-pitched.

When Feng Yun heard it, it felt like an awl was piercing his eardrum. The pain was so abnormal that he couldn't help but feel the urge to cover his ears with his hands.

He held back it, now the key is to catch the good stuff.

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

The speed of the good stuff was extremely fast. In the blink of an eye, the fishing line that was more than five feet long in Feng Yun's hand was put to the end.

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

He immediately felt a strong force uploaded from the fishing line.

"Damn it!"

Feng Yun cursed in his heart, let go of his finger, and watched the fishing line flash by.

It's not that he doesn't want to catch the fishing line, nor is he unable to catch it, but he knows the endurance of the fishing line.

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

"How? Is it tied?"

He rushed over and asked with concern.

"The chain was chained, but it was a pity that it broke free, and it was a waste of work."

Feng Yun lowered his head, looking quite depressed.

"Haha..."

Contrary to Fengyun, he burst into laughter when he heard his words.

"Uncle Bo, I failed, but you don't have to be so gloating, right?"

Feng Yun raised his head and gave an angry look.

"Failed? Who failed?"

"Uncle Storm, that's enough. There must be a limit to joking."

"Kid Yun, you misunderstood. I'm not kidding."

Bao Bao saw the anger rising on Feng Yun's face, and immediately explained: "You have succeeded if you tie it up."

"Uncle Bao, don't comfort me. What if it's tied up, the good thing hasn't run away."

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

"You have already said it yourself. Help me catch good things."

As he said, Feng Yun's eyes lit up suddenly, and he asked anxiously: "Uncle Bao, are you going to tell me that there are other effects of using my blood to soak fish line?"

"Of course there is, otherwise why would I want you to do this."

"Uncle Bao, don't let me down. Come on."

"I'm so impatient. Okay. I'll tell you. Tie a good thing with a fishing line soaked in your blood, and it won't be able to break free again, that is to say..."

Feng Yun didn't wait for Violent to finish speaking, and rushed to take it: "As long as you find the fishing line, you can find it."

"You finally understand now, why do I say you have succeeded?"

"understood."

Feng Yun smiled and nodded, but a haze soon 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?"

"Don't worry about this. What you are holding on is actually the incarnation of a good thing, and it will only appear not far from the body. It will take some time at most and you will find it."

Feng Yun was obviously relieved: "That's how it is."

He and Bao immediately started searching.

In the process of searching, Fengyun suddenly remembered a question, and asked: "Uncle Bao, why do I use my blood instead of yours for dyeing the fishing line?"

"You kid bears a grudge. I did it for your own good. A real hunter can't see blood. If you see blood now, you won't panic when this happens again. This is for you..."

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

"It's very simple. Only the blood of people who can see good things can work. If you change it to my blood, if you chain it, it will quickly break free. Satisfied?"

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