Bubbles floated eerily.
A dead eel spanned tens of meters, lying on the riverbed.
Fist held up a pair of tongs clutching a ten-meter wooden column to pry open the eel's gaping mouth. Each time its massive jaws opened and closed, a strong fishy smell surged forth.
Sharp teeth interlocked, revealing a ferocious demeanor.
Liang Qu covered his nose and mouth, waving his hand as the underwater currents circulated quickly to disperse the odor.
Luckily it was winter; had it been summer, who knows what would become of the stomach contents.
Golden Eyes set ablaze.
A swarm of fish transformed into a vortex, rushing into the dead creature's mouth to clean.
To ordinary people, a corpse would definitely remain motionless.
To Liang Qu, it offered a completely different scene.
The dead were more useful than the living!
"Might!"
A blue bracelet on his wrist loosened, swelling in the wind to the size of a belt.
