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127. The thin line between life and death

"Huh, I really didn't achieve anything tonight..."

On the dark street, a man carrying a long black bag was walking sighing. Next to him was the fast-flowing Klein River. This young man lived near the Klein River. Just now

He had just returned home after fishing for a day.

There are many rivers in Saint-Nary, many of which have natural fishing advantages. However, in the past few years when Saint-Naly was surrounded by factories, many of the rivers that could be fished in were very dirty, and many rivers that were supposed to be connected to the river were very dirty.

All the fish that appeared in the river have completely disappeared.

However, since the implementation of the Environmental Protection Act, the entire Saint-Neali environment has been purified, and schools of fish have appeared in the river again, which means that these Saint-Neali fish guys who are obsessed with fishing no longer have to put in a lot of effort.

Went to the outskirts of Saint-Naré to go fishing.

Strangely enough, the implementation of the Environmental Protection Act went smoothly before, because the Environmental Protection Act provided preferential policies for companies that voluntarily relocated, as well as large environmental subsidies. This was done to enable companies to reduce emissions.

Those companies readily agreed. I heard that they had purchased a very clean energy source from a certain channel in the southern continent. In this way, not only could they not relocate their factories, but they could also earn subsidies from the government.

It’s just that this month, I don’t know why the trend has changed again, and those entrepreneurs have become dissatisfied again...

Ignoring the stories behind it for the moment, let’s focus again on this young man carrying all his equipment and getting ready to go home.

At this moment, the bucket in his hand was empty, with no fish or any other aquatic life, which seemed to indicate that he had gained nothing from his fishing today...

Yes, he is in the Air Force.

The gentleman was quite depressed. He stood on the dark street and sighed. He looked around and suddenly saw a small tree with fruit in front of a closed shop. The man's eyes turned.

Turning around, he walked slowly to the front of the small tree, carefully reached out and picked a small fruit and put it into his hand.

The fruit was still completely green, and you could tell at a glance that it was not ripe, let alone ready to be eaten.

But the gentleman didn't care. He just picked two or three fruits and put them into the bag originally containing fish. Feeling that the originally empty bag was now filled with goods, he patted his belly with satisfaction and went on.

Walk in the direction of home.

"Huhu"

"who!?"

Behind him, a gust of cold wind blew by, frightening him to quickly turn his head and shout, but the only response he received was the still flowing Klein River, and no other sounds.

He breathed a sigh of relief and walked slowly to the front of the Klein River, looking at the rushing water in front of him and looking at it non-stop.

In fact, the water quality of the Klein River is very good, but generally no one wants to go fishing here. The water moves too fast and there are no conditions for catching fish.

He looked around and found nothing. He sighed and was just about to leave. With the moonlight falling in the sky, he suddenly saw a figure with a wagging tail under the water, walking quickly through the water.

The size of the shadow is thicker, and it seems to have two heads.

"Water... water ghost?"

He took a breath of cold air and moved forward instead of retreating until his hands were resting on the guardrail of the river bank. He stuck his head out and looked into the distance, watching the shadow go further and further away.

"Is it some kind of big fish? It's a pity that it went too fast, otherwise I could have tried to catch it."

Just as he finished his sigh, the next second, a scream suddenly came from his back. As soon as the sound reached his ears, he suddenly felt a chill on his neck, and his perspective began to rotate rapidly.

"I..."

He stared blankly as his head separated from his body that was leaning out of the guardrail, and his perspective rotated as it fell into the water.

At the last moment his eyes remained, he suddenly saw a shark with three human heads on its head opening its smelly mouth towards him.

It turns out...the real water ghost is behind...

As he thought this, his vision suddenly fell into darkness, and his body on the bank fell into the water out of control. He was soon swallowed up by countless shadows in the river, and was swallowed up without leaving anything left.

Yes, the two fleeing figures that the angler saw earlier were Jasmine who was escaping with Fisher on her back. In the water, the fast swimming speed of the whale race was fully utilized, but in fact, it was not Jasmine at this moment.

full speed.

As she moved forward, the blue water in her eyes kept flowing. It turned out that she was also treating Fisher's wounds at the same time.

There was no way, Fischer's current injury was too serious. He had already lost too much blood. If he was carried across the entire Saint-Nali, he would probably be dead by the time he got ashore.

However, helping Fisher treat her injuries greatly slowed down Jasmine's progress in the water, which also caused the monsters behind her to bite her very tightly and not be able to get rid of her.

"Fisher...you must hold on..."

Jasmine turned her head slightly and saw that Fisher was still able to breathe hard in the water. She finally relaxed and started to speed up. Fortunately, there was only one river channel in the entire Klein River. If Jasmine had taken several other connected and intertwined rivers,

If you do, you may get lost to a large extent.

"Boom!"

The river in front suddenly narrowed. Jasmine turned around to check Fisher's condition and accidentally hit the wall at the edge of the river. She blocked the impact with her arm, so the unconscious Fisher was not hurt.

"Ouch!"

But the next second, cold and terrifying roars sounded from behind one after another. Jasmine was so frightened that she almost flew out of her wits. But thinking of Fisher still leaning on her back, she gritted her teeth and grabbed Fisher tightly.

Her body wouldn't let him leave her.

Since Fisher trusts him so much, he must ensure his safety!

Fisher's presence gave her courage. She resisted the sore eyes of fear, twisted her body in the waterway, and slapped her tail violently on the human-headed sharks that came one after another, like hitting with an iron rod.

Like a watermelon, the tail directly smashed the three heads on the shark's head into pieces.

But the shark did not die, it just screamed and struggled in the water as if it had lost its eyes.

Jasmine was not willing to fight. With the force of slapping the enemy, she twisted her body in the water, adjusted her direction and headed towards the Snake Head Street not far ahead.

The streets of Snake Head are lit up with lights, and there are torches stuck on street buildings everywhere. For the gangsters and gang members here, the real nightlife has just begun.

The water channel next to it entered the cliff stage, and Jasmine and the monsters slid down the waterfall. Beside the waterfall, there were many iron chains connecting the gates of Snake Head Street, which were swaying slightly with the water at the end of the water channel.

Originally, these were the agencies that controlled the water gates of Snake Head Street. Before the pipeline system of Saint-Naly was built, they solved the water problem of Saint-Naly in winter.

In mid-air, Jasmine was worried that Fisher would fall, so she held Fisher's back with one hand and held on to the chain with the other hand, swinging towards the street.

The sound of the chains and the roar of the monster instantly attracted the attention of countless gangsters on the street. Countless human insects roared down from mid-air, roaring at Jasmine and the crowd behind her.

"Weird...monster!"

"Go and inform Barkol and the others!"

The crowd was frightened and ran away. The human bugs screamed and headed towards Jasmine. Jasmine hugged Fisher tightly. The black water in her eyes kept flowing. She was about to take action when a male voice suddenly came from behind.

,

"do not move!"

"boom!"

Jasmine did not move, but the head of a human insect in front of her suddenly exploded in response, bursting out the foul-smelling liquid inside.

"Ouch!"

Jasmine looked back in surprise, only to see an old man dressed as a bartender walking out of the street holding a double-barreled shotgun full of destructive power, aiming it at the countless roaring monsters in front of him.

Behind him, there was a sign of a tavern with flickering neon lights, which read "Jack's Tavern".

The old man's face was covered with hideous scars, and he had a half-smoked cigarette in the corner of his mouth. He first looked at the unknown Fisher behind Jasmine, and then looked at one after another jumping from the waterway with an unkind expression.

He sighed and said with emotion,

"Damn, we're closing in three minutes..."

"Roar!"

Although what he said, Old Jack's movements were not slow at all. He held the musket and ignored Jasmine who was staying there. He first killed one of them with one shot, and then skillfully changed the ammunition to deal with the others.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

"Leave Fisher to those rats!"

As soon as Old Jack passed by Jasmine, she saw big black and fat mice crawling out of the pipes.

The dark little animals stopped in front of Jasmine. The little mouse in the lead saluted to Jasmine in a gentlemanly manner, indicating that she would hand over Fisher to him. As a result, before the salute was completed, the other little mice behind him were

The mouse hit him on the back of the head.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak!"

It screamed in protest, and then changed its hand shape. Under Jasmine's extremely shocked eyes, the group of mice were arranged in an orderly manner into a shape similar to a stretcher.

Countless mice held hands to form two layers. The mouse on the top layer pointed at his head and asked her to put Fisher up quickly.

"Oh...okay."

Jasmine had never seen these little guys, after all, Fisher didn't know Jasmine when she came to meet Old Jack and the others, but Jasmine felt the kindness of Old Jack and these... well, mouse friends.

She quickly put Fisher on the "rat stretcher" and watched helplessly as they squeaked and rushed Fisher back to the tavern.

Jasmine didn't go in. Old Jack behind him felt a little helpless. She had to help this human being here.

She took a deep breath, looked at the extinguished street lamp next to her, took a deep breath, ran over, reached out and hugged the pole of the street lamp, and pulled it out along with the stone bricks on the ground.

.

"Zizzi..."

"I'm here to help you!"

A little unused oil seeped out of the top of the lamp. Jasmine easily waved the street lamp in her hand and ran towards the group of human insects.

"Wait...wait a moment, what you are lifting is..."

"Ahhhh! Go to hell!"

Old Jack was the first to hear Jasmine's cry. When he looked back, he was almost scared out of his wits.

I saw Jasmine closing her eyes and holding a street lamp that was three times taller than her as she rushed towards her. The fish tail behind her was slightly raised. She jumped up high and hit the road ahead with a heavy blow.

hammer.

"boom!"

"Damn it!"

Old Jack suddenly hugged the musket in his hand and rolled towards the road next to him without any movement. As he rolled, his old waist with age-related diseases suddenly flashed, and his old face suddenly flashed.

He wrinkled up into a ball, clutched his back and only focused on breathing without thinking of talking.

"Gan! My waist, you demi-human..."

"Hug...I'm sorry! I didn't mean it, I didn't dare to look...ah! They are coming!"

Jasmine, who subconsciously apologized, still closed her eyes, and flicked the street lights in the direction of the human bugs in front of her, causing cracks on the ground, not to mention those human bugs whose flesh and blood bodies were in the middle of the bullseye.

Many human insects covered by the shadow of the street lamp were smashed on the spot, evaporating a pungent smell. Jasmine held her breath and only focused on fighting.

In fact, according to the road, Jasmine, who has received combat training, should not be so afraid, but the appearance of these human bugs is indeed a bit too ferocious, like humanoid toads that have shed their skin, with human faces on their faces.

Combining the shapes of the facial features directly maximizes the horror index of the uncanny valley effect.

Ordinary warriors would feel chills running down their spines, let alone this lovely whale-human lady.

"puff!"

Seeing the human bugs being swatted to pieces, a thick green stinking acid suddenly spewed out from the waterfall nearby, falling like raindrops on the road next to it, directly piercing the street lamp in Jasmine's hand.

From the corner of her eye, Jasmine suddenly saw another ball of viscous liquid heading towards Old Jack on the ground. Her pupils shrank slightly, and she directly reached out to pull Old Jack back, but her arm was touched by that.

Corrosive acid.

A burning feeling made her frown in pain. While her eyes were slightly red, she gently stretched out her hand and smoothed all the red wounds. The blue water in her eyes flowed past. Old Jack looked at

That miraculous treatment method, I couldn't help but ask,

"Are you...a demi-human from the ocean?"

"Hey? Grandpa, do you know about the demi-humans at the bottom of the sea?"

"How would I know that I'm not interested in Asians..."

Old Jack curled up the corner of his mouth that was trembling slightly due to back pain, and stood up slowly holding the gun, but his old voice still came again,

"I have read my son's manuscript on research on demi-humans. He speculated that there are demi-humans under the sea. I have always wanted to see with my own eyes what they would look like if there could be intelligent life on the bottom of the sea..."

"Well, if you are free later, I invite you to go back to the bottom of the sea with Fisher...ah! But you can't breathe underwater, this is really..."

Old Jack's body froze slightly, but when he turned around this time, he smiled a little.

"There will be a chance."

"Roar!"

A huge shark with countless heads suddenly jumped out from under the street of Snake Head. It turned out that the large amount of acid just spit out by it. Several three-headed sharks were devouring each other at this moment, and finally

A huge twisted biological monster formed.

The bloody mouth suddenly opened, and its target was the child of the sea, Jasmine, who was still staying at the same place.

Jasmine had no time to make other moves, she subconsciously pushed Old Jack away, but she herself stayed within the devouring range of the huge mouth.

"Woo!"

She held her head in fear and squatted on the spot, helplessly feeling the smelly and hot deep mouth coming towards her.

In the blink of an eye, life and death are on the line.

------Digression-----

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