Demon World: I become a martial saint with the system!

"Jing'er, your health is not good yet, mother should go fishing tomorrow, and you rest at home."

Li Fenglian said with a smile.

"My health is already good, fishing is no problem!"

Lu Shaolin said softly.

"This...that mother will go with you tomorrow."

Li Fenglian hesitated again and again, and suggested.

"Ah."

Lu Shaolin nodded, he was not familiar with the outside world, so it would be good to have Li Fenglian with him.

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At noon the next day, Lu Shaolin and Li Fenglian each took a fishing rod and walked out of the courtyard.

The young man Lu Shaolin possessed was also surnamed Lu, named Lu Jing.

The two walked out of the yard, and saw every household coming out with fishing rods.

The village is small, with only about 50 households and about 150 people.

The fairy's requirement is to turn in at least one human-mask fish every month, but if you catch several human-mask fish this month, after handing in, you don't need to turn in the human-mask fish in the next few months, and you can use more The human-mask fish is exchanged for food, cotton cloth and other materials.

Therefore, every family did not dislike their own human mask fish. After all, no one knows whether they will catch human mask fish next month. If they can’t catch them, it will be a dead end!

"Jing'er, let's go faster and get a good seat!"

Li Fenglian pulled Lu Shaolin and walked quickly towards the entrance of the village.

The villagers did not chat with each other. In this high-pressure environment, no one had the leisure to chat with each other. If they are not crazy, they are extremely strong-willed.

Many villagers looked at Lu Shaolin with unbearable eyes. They are both from the same village. They naturally know that the Lu family has not handed in a single human-mask fish this month. It is basically impossible to catch a human-mask fish within two days. Possibly, unless very lucky.

The two walked to the entrance of the village. The gate of the village entrance was already open. There was a stone puppet standing on each side. The puppet was two meters tall. The body of the black rock looked indestructible.

"Jing'er, don't get close to these two stone men, lest they hurt you if they move."

Li Fenglian pulled Lu Shaolin and walked through the middle of the gate.

When I came outside the village, I saw a black and red stone path extending towards the river. Not far from both sides of the path were some unknown black trees, which grew in strange shapes.

"This is a trail paved with black flintstones. Evil spirits hate the smell of black flintstones. They will instinctively stay away from the trail. Don't go outside the trail. There are killer bees not far from the left side of the trail, and evil spirit spiders on the right. It's very dangerous."

Li Fenglian reminded her again that her son lost his memory, and as a mother, she should explain some basic common sense to her son.

Proceeding along the Black Flint Trail, after walking about 500 meters, Lu Shaolin and the two came to the river.

There is also a long black flint path beside the river, which should be specially paved for the villagers to fish.

"This is the Heiming River. The river is extremely dangerous. Don't go into the water. Let's go upstream and go to the end of the trail to fish for human-mask fish. There are few people there."

Li Fenglian explained, and then pulled Lu Shaolin to walk upstream along the [-]-meter-long path.

Walking to the end of the path, Li Fenglian took out two dark red meatballs the size of index fingers from her bosom, and handed one of them to Lu Shaolin: "This is a fish lure, just put it on a fishhook."

Lu Shaolin reached out to take it, and a faint smell of blood came from the meatball.

Li Fenglian quickly put the meatballs on the fishhook, flicked the fishing rod, the fishhook fell into the water, and the white fish floated gently on the black river water.

Lu Shaolin looked at the meatball, put it on the fishhook, and flicked the fishing rod, the fishhook fell into the river with the meatball.

Li Fenglian stared closely at the float, not even daring to blink her eyes.

Lu Shaolin looked at the float indifferently, waiting for the human-mask fish to take the bait.