It''s raining. It''s raining. Raindrops hit the sea surface, if placed in peacetime, from the sea to see the continuous ripples on the sea surface is Jacqueline''s favorite pastime. She always felt that witnessing this wonderful natural phenomenon can make her mind calm, and a calm heart is necessary for hunters. However, this is not to say that siren hunters are averse to impulse, just as their shark companions have the violent side of losing themselves in the blood, and the shark toothed hunters will liberate all their primitive fury in front of the enemy. But unlike her young compatriots who are easily dominated by rage, Jacqueline''s shark partner has inadvertently grown to the size that ordinary sharks can''t reach. Her experience as a hunter also makes her aware of the irreparable void after the fury subsides.


    How to describe this emptiness? Jacques once thought of too many metaphors, but denied them one by one. The feeling of dancing with prey in danger and pouring out the desire to kill each other heartily, but stopping abruptly in the middle of the way can''t be described by words. Too many times she looked at the body sinking in front of her eyes and was at a loss, because even if the body had belonged to a strong enemy, when its soul left, it would only leave a boring skin bag, and only go to feed those dirty fish and shrimps. Once upon a time, Jacques attributed this sense of disappointment to the father of the sharks'' trial of his followers. But she soon found out that this feeling was not common or even rare among other shark toothed people, and she could feel their fear when she told the old people about it. That feeling is not that one hunter appreciates another hunter, but simply looking at some totally incomprehensible monster.


    So what''s wrong with you? Jacques didn''t know the answer to that question. But she finally found out what to call this emptiness, hunger, not the ordinary hunger, but the hunger that saw plenty of food in extreme hunger and was pulled apart after the first bite. It can''t be filled, but it will be torn more and more in each hunting. The female hunter believes that one day she will be engulfed by this hunger and driven to do something that is not in line with the hunter''s identity. But today is not that day. Today she is still a proud hunter of shark teeth. Therefore, she has the obligation and responsibility to honor the shark teeth and the father of shark groups.


    "Ma''am, the people on the ground around here have been cleaned up." A male harpoon, accompanied by his own shark, reported to jekyqua that he fondly stroked his partner''s dorsal fin. The female hunter noticed that there were red blood stains near their mouths, presumably just after a frenzied eating. Although there are no humans in the sea monster''s diet, they sometimes devour a small amount of their opponent''s flesh and blood in battle because of the urge to eat blood or anger, and regard it as a proof of their belief in the father of the sharks.


    As for the man on the ground, it was a group of survivors who had just found a large piece of driftwood. Their luck allowed them to survive the tsunami and even found shelter on the sea. If left alone, perhaps these survivors will develop some human based drama. But the sirens showed up, and their luck ran out before the survivors could show their ugly side. She gave the opportunity to young people who wanted to prove their ability to the father of the sharks. So when she heard that the killing was finally over, the female hunter even felt a sense of relief, not based on sympathy, but simply impatient.


    "Good. We''ll keep patrolling. Rainstorms will frighten those humans. Watch out for your sharks. They are more experienced hunters than we are Jacqueline casually said that in the eyes of worship, he raised a weapon symbolizing identity, and the fighting tools with the characteristics of the shark tooth tribe carried a never-ending fire in the heart of the earth, which was no different from a bright light for sea monsters who could sense the heat in the cold sea water. But it is precisely because the weapon will let the heat sensitive prey escape, except for the large-scale tribal activities, jequia will not carry it with him.


    The shark teeth gathered quickly, and their eyes were filled with enthusiasm, although the failure to participate in the siege of the witch fortress left the young soldiers somewhat disappointed. But it''s glorious enough to follow the legendary female hunter in search of food for the group. Jacques nodded and used the siren''s unique body structure to sense the direction of the sea water. The current was much more intense than before. This may be a kind of omen. Maybe a learned siren like fioni can know what it means. Fioni, thinking of this name, the hunter unconsciously clenched his fist. She heard that this guy from the letao tribe had excellent skills, but was willing to become a scholar. This made Jacques, who believed in the way of hunters, disdained her.


    "Only cowards need to convince themselves with vague knowledge. Real hunters only need to accumulate experience and follow the guidance of instinct to find the right way." This is the creed handed down from generation to generation in the squash tooth tribe, and also the principle that jekya believes in. She believed that she was not far away from the real hunter in the proverb. Just as the hunter was about to lead the team again, she suddenly realized something she had overlooked. In order to confirm her thoughts, jekyqua quickly rushed through the crowd and swam to the spot where the bones had fallen. She dashed out of the sea and, in the eyes of other sea monsters, landed on the plank that had been used as a safe haven by the survivors.


    Rain, hit her body, even through the scales, the female sea demon can also feel the power of each drop of rain water. But now she didn''t want to think about it. The hunter rubbed it on the board with his hand and rubbed it with his fingers. With scales on her fingers, it took her a while to confirm that there would be a thin layer of salt on something that had been soaked in seawater and exposed to the sun. She saw the same scene on the deck of the ship that fioni had studied before. The difference is that the salt particles on the deck have obvious trample marks, which is not the footprints of sea monsters, that is, after the sun comes out, there are still people walking on the ship. There was no smell of blood in that sea."Fioni, you liar The huntress, who realized she was being teased by fioni''s over calm performance, bit her teeth and growled in the storm. Her self-esteem was badly hurt by the deception.


    "Click!" A thunder burst out of the dark cloud and disappeared in the distance.


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