Ling Zhi was glad that he put Gulu into the wild beast bag in advance, otherwise he would have been afraid that Gulu would learn from these people and become like this.

Looking at the ten men who came back from the same boat as him, lying on the side of the huge pot like hungry wolves. I don’t know, I thought these men had been hungry for a few days.

Only Ling Zhi held his forehead and was speechless. He watched with his own eyes. After only one hour of the boat trip, no one of these men drank at least two or three pots of fish soup.

I really don’t know how this flat belly holds these things.

After understanding, Ling Zhi realized that the old man in front of him had a bit of bent waist and the fishermen mentioned was the village chief of the fishing village on the island.

The old man didn't talk much, but he could see it very well. He asked Ling Zhi casually and expressed some sympathy for Ling Zhi's experience. He simply took Ling Zhi with him and lived with him.

The old man lived alone, and the house was spacious. Several women quickly cleaned up a house for Ling Zhi. Although it was not as good as Bai Jingyu's rooms, it was quite comfortable to live in.

Just watching Ling Zhi blow the hot soup with a spoon and drink it bit by bit. The old man, including the old man, all of these ten people who came to see Ling Zhi were all weird.

"Little brother, when do you have to drink like this? Even if you drink it until tomorrow, you can't drink a few pots of soup. How can you eat enough?"

"Yes, yes, don't be embarrassed. There are so many fish on the island, so it's not enough to tell my aunt. Auntie asks you Uncle Wang to get it for you."

Who can drink fish soup? It is not calculated by bowls, but by pots. Ling Zhi was speechless and finally let go of their enthusiasm.

It was a little late, and while Ling Zhi was meditating, a group of children from the fishing village rushed in and pulled Ling Zhi out.

"What?" Ling Zhi smiled. Everyone in the fishing village was very warm and friendly, which made him very good. Every time he was born, it was a sky-high price.

Not everyone can meet the colorful soul-raising lotus like Ling Zhi, and have yellow bricks in the sky tower to resist the attack.

In other words, not everyone has the courage to go up and take a bite in front of an existence like the Colorful Soul Lotus.

Ling Zhi didn't expect that he would see such a thing in front of him in this place.

This drop of water is called the Soul Bead.

There are countless possibilities for the birth of the soul bead. It may be the place where countless powerful people die. The soul power condenses but does not dissipate, and eventually condenses into the soul bead, which appears on this ground over and over again, disappears, disappears, and appears.

Another more likely situation is that around some object filled with soul power, similar to the overflow of spiritual energy, the breath of soul power will be leaked. The soul power is too condensed and becomes a soul bead and appears.

In short, the soul bead is similar to the spirit stone used by warriors to practice.

But its rareness is no less than the top-grade spirit stones obtained by Lexus before.

This drop of soul bead is at least enough for a warrior who is at least one level of artistic conception. It is not impossible for a month to practice to break through to a level of realm.

Ling Zhi reached out and gently took the drop of soul beads. He felt the pure soul power it emitted, and his eyes couldn't help but become hot.
Chapter completed!