I followed the sound of gunshots and looked back. The boatman came out of the cab at some point.
He held a long-handled shotgun in his hand, with thin smoke still coming from the muzzle.
The boatman's shot hit the strange fish directly in the head and exploded instantly.
The brains of the strange fish collapsed all over the fat man including soup and water.
The fat man was immediately frightened and trembled:
"Old...brother, don't point the gun...at me, it's easy to...misfire!"
The fat man was so frightened that he cried so much that his legs went weak and he collapsed on the boat.
Seeing that the strange fish had been blown up, the boatman quickly put away his gun and walked to the cab to comfort the child who was already crying from fear.
I swallowed and tried to stand up again. I held the boat board with both hands and finally stood up.
I looked back at Big Jinya, and he was still curled up there, not daring to show his head.
I looked at the big golden tooth and shook my head, then put one hand on my waist and walked towards the fat man:
"Hey, Fatty, it's okay. It's okay. Get up quickly."
I stretched out my other hand to the fat man, and he grabbed my hand with his teeth.
As soon as I exerted my strength, I pulled the fat man up.
When I pulled it up, I suddenly smelled a foul smell.
A very strong corpse aura emanated from the fat man.
I just sniffed it lightly, and I was lucky enough not to be overtaken by it, so I immediately turned around and retched.
"What's wrong, Arlene? Why did you vomit?"
As the fat man spoke, he moved towards me.
It was better not to move, but when he moved like this, the corpse energy dissipated instantly. I quickly stretched out my hand to stop the fat man:
"Fat man, don't move! Smell yourself!"
When the fat man heard what I said, he smelled it on his arm dubiously.
As soon as his nose came close to his arm, his whole body was like a spring and immediately bounced away. He hurriedly lay down on the side of the boat and vomited wildly.
Soon, the fat man stopped vomiting, turned around and slumped on the board of the boat, as if he had collapsed. He looked at me feebly and asked:
"Arlene...what is this? Why does it smell so bad! It's like someone pulled it on me."
"What else could it be? That weird fish's brain exploded!"
As I said this, I suddenly realized something was wrong with this fish.
I thought that this fish was in the water all day long. Even if it was eating all the time, it would be full of fishy odor at most, but it shouldn't have corpse odor, right?
Could it be that this strange fish doesn't eat other fish... but human flesh!
Judging from the size and appearance of this strange fish, there is indeed a possibility that it can eat human flesh.
But such strong corpse energy is by no means as simple as just taking a few human lives.
It is very likely that there is a large number of corpses gathering under the water.
Or maybe this strange fish was artificially raised and fed human flesh all day long, and gradually it would carry a lot of corpse energy.
But who could be so cruel and inhumane as to feed such a monster with human flesh?
At this time, the fat man quickly took off his coat and threw it aside:
"Damn it! It stinks so bad. If you wear it for a while, the smell will be soaked in!"
At the same time, the boatman walked out of the cab, holding a small square bottle with a transparent liquid in his hand:
"Come on, young man, spread a little of this on your body, it will make you feel better!"
The fat man took the small bottle, held it in his hand and looked around:
"I said, brother, what is in here? Why does it smell like beans?"
The boatman said:
"It contains the water from boiled beans. If we have sweat odor on our bodies, we can sprinkle some of this on our body to temporarily suppress the odor."
The fat man looked at the bean water mentioned by the boatman and was dubious:
"Yours smells like sweat, and mine smells like corpse. It's a different smell. Can you suppress it?"
The boatman smiled and said nothing.
The fat man didn't care about anything at this time. He opened the lid and poured it all on top of his head. Then he wiped it all over his body along the top of his head with his hands.
After wiping the fat man's body, he smelled it again. I could see from his expression that the corpse odor had indeed been suppressed.
After the fat man smelled it, he looked up at me with a surprised expression:
"Hey! It's really suppressed!"
Then the fat man picked up the square bottle and asked me:
"Arlene, would you like some? I really can't smell any corpse odor anymore!"
When I saw this, I quickly pushed it away. I have been very resistant to beans since I was a child. I feel uncomfortable when I smell this smell. It is better to let me smell the smell of corpses.
"Get it away! I don't need it!"
The fat man saw me refusing, and in the next second he poured the remaining bean water in the bottle evenly over his body.
Then the fat man went to the boatman and returned the bottle to him.
But the fat man had no intention of leaving. He stood next to the boatman and seemed to have something to say.
The boatman also saw the fat man's thoughts, raised his head and asked:
"What are you doing standing here? What's the matter?"
The fat man swallowed his saliva and asked:
"I said, brother, what on earth do you do? Why do you still carry a gun with you?"
The fat man who had yelled at the boatman just now was standing next to the boatman as obediently as a kitten, respectful and didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
When the fat man asked, I immediately reacted and thought to myself, if this is a hunter, then I think there is nothing wrong with him bringing a gun.
But he is just a boatman, a boatman, besides fishing, why does he need to carry a gun with him? Or a shotgun!
Is it possible that while others use nets to catch fish, he uses a gun to catch fish? Or...this man is not a boatman at all? This makes me doubt his identity.
The boatman laughed after hearing this:
"Hey, I carry a gun just for self-defense, and it has no other use."
When the fat man heard this, his face was full of doubts and he asked quickly:
"What kind of protection does this harmonious society have?"
The boatman stopped what he was packing and said meaningfully:
"Actually, this is not the first time this big fish has appeared. Ever since the big hole appeared, there was suddenly a big fish in the river.
It collides with boats and swallows people when it sees it. It disturbs those of us who fish together so much that we no longer dare to fish anymore.
Only those of us who have no money and have to support our families dare to continue fishing."
He sighed deeply and continued:
"Fortunately, I have hunted before and I have a gun at home. I will bring this gun on the boat so that if I encounter a big fish again, I can use it to fight back."
After saying that, the boatman continued to pack up.
The fat man nodded, turned around and walked towards me.
As he walked over, the fat man let out a long sigh of relief and patted his chest a few times with his little hand, as if to say, fortunately, the gun was not used to kill people.
In fact, I was thinking about it just now when the fat man asked the boatman.
This boatman carried a gun and could kill someone at any time. I immediately connected him with the strange fish.
I wonder if that strange fish could have been fed by the boatman all day long. The reason why I blew it up just now was because the strange fish was out of control.
In desperation, in order to save his life, he shot and killed the strange fish.
But after hearing what the boatman said just now, I immediately felt that I was really not a human being for thinking so of an old man!
The fat man also came over at this time and whispered to me:
"I was scared to death. I thought the old man was a gangster, but luckily he wasn't. Otherwise, I would have died at the mouth of a fish or at the mouth of his gun."
The fat man said and sat on something next to me. Not even three seconds after he sat down, he heard the fat man shouting in horror:
