The bone knife cut into the fat, and blood splattered everywhere.
The bright red blood spread in the water. Before it could completely spread, the spiritual fish in the water seemed to have smelled the most delicious food in the world. It quickly wagged its tail and rushed over like the wind, devouring the drop of blood.
There was a bloody scar on the scad's stomach. He held his own meat in his hand and used the bone knife to cut it, cutting it as thin as a cicada's wing. The cut meat fell into the puddles one by one.
"Whoosh!"
The surface of the water began to shake violently, and water droplets kept jumping up and down. Those spiritual fish fought to be the first to fight, squeezing in front and behind, fighting for it.
The trevally walked from the furthest to the nearest. The scar on the meat in its hand had already disappeared. It had already scabbed over and no more blood was flowing.
