The sun went down, and smoke rose from the fishing village. The smell of fish and rice made the children circle around the stove.
Yu Ling's family was unusually gloomy.
The meal was ready. Four pairs of chopsticks, four bowls, and only one person was missing.
"Let's eat, Ling 'er. Fish Head might have gone missing."
Father Fish comforted her.
"Maybe he's recovered his memories and left this place."
Mother Fish said.
Yu Ling did not say anything. He stared blankly at the food. In the bowl beside him was the … fish head that she had specially prepared for Fish Head.
She wanted to tell Fish Head to leave the fishing village while they were eating.
A few days later, the fishermen from the neighboring village who went to the deep sea to fish came back and said that the pirate island was flooded.
The surroundings were a mess. All the boats were destroyed.
No one knew what happened.
A few days later, the fishermen came back and said that the pirates seemed to have really disappeared without a trace.
Fish Head never came back.
Yu Ling knew that he had killed all the pirates and sunk the pirate island.
He probably heard what the old man said to him. He was not an ordinary person. Although they were a few hundred meters away, he could still hear them.
Fish Head would leave sooner or later. If they did not say that, perhaps he could stay for a few more days!
Many years later, when Yu Ling's hair was already white and his illness was incurable, the short-haired, black-clothed Fish Head from back then appeared.
He still looked the same as before. His appearance had not changed.
However, his legs were no longer crippled, and his broken arms had been regenerated.
Fish Head stood by the bed and nodded at her. His eyes were filled with gratitude.
Then, he disappeared.
The next day, Yu Ling miraculously survived. He lived for a very, very long time …
She remembered Fish Head's real name. It was an extremely ordinary name, Zhang Xing!
However, she still liked to call him Fish Head.
That's right, Fish Head was Zhang Xing. He was brought into the Black Tortoise Continent by the space-time turbulence.
If not for the existence of the System, he would have died a long time ago.
Although he was delirious and crippled, he managed to keep his life.
However, his cultivation base fell from the Demigod Realm to the High Warrior Realm.
It could be said that his cultivation base was completely crippled.
The System shut down, and his mental state was completely gone.
He only recovered after recuperating in the fishing village for half a year.
When he killed the pirates, he happily released the waste gas that had accumulated in his body.
Only then did his mind return to normal.
However, he still didn't know where he came from, where he was going, and what the meaning of life was.
Moreover, due to his physical disability, he felt a little inferior in his heart.
The fishing village didn't welcome him, so he had to leave and find out who he was!
After leaving the fishing village for such a long time, he finally realized the fickleness of this world.
Eating wasn't something that could be done just by opening one's mouth. Money was needed. Staying at a hotel at night also required money.
It could be said that in this world, every step you took, every breath you took, you needed silver.
Zhang Xing believed that as long as he was alive, he would need money.
Although he didn't feel hungry even if he didn't eat for a few days, he wouldn't be able to do so after ten days.
Therefore, he decided to earn money.
In the backyard of a restaurant.
The hotel manager waved his hand impatiently. "Go, go, we don't need cripples here!"
In front of a rich family's house.
The two guards at the gate sneered, "Kid, you've been crippled and you still want to be a guard?
Stop joking. It would be strange if Steward Liu would use you. Go, go, go. Stay far away from here. "
In front of a blacksmith's shop.
The blacksmith master took a dozen copper coins and threw them at him. "You're not suitable for manual labor."
Zhang Xing was like a young teenager who had just stepped into society. He was not good with words, had a stubborn personality, and was not flexible.