"No! It's too hot!" Old Zhang squatted on the ground, rubbing his bright red feet.

Wang Lan watched with growing impatience. He had already killed countless piranhas in such a short time, but although he felt increasingly exhausted, his wounds had already healed. He didn't waste any more time, put away his umbrella, and retreated. He said to Fatty and Sun Muchen, "I believe good fortune will come to those who are lucky. Old Zhang will be able to turn bad luck into good. Let's go!"

Old Zhang shuddered at the words, and saw several more piranhas leap over, one of which narrowly escaped. He turned to the fat man and shouted, "Brother, carry me on your back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Old Zhang jumped.

The fat man looked helpless. He had injured his thigh and could barely take care of himself. He didn't expect Old Zhang to cause him more trouble. But seeing the other man jump over, he could only reach out and catch him, then carry him on his back.

Wang Lan pointed ahead and shouted, "Let's go!"

The four of them left without stopping.

The piranhas cried out even louder, as if they had seen their delicious meal slip away and were filled with resentment and unwillingness, so they all jumped over.

Perhaps due to their unstable evolutionary process, as soon as they come into contact with the scorching earth, their limbs are instantly burned into a pool of blood, and they writhe and wait to die.

Gradually, the air was filled with the delicious aroma of grilled fish.

Their stomachs also started growling uncontrollably.

The fat man, carrying Old Zhang on his back, felt even more frustrated by his hunger. He turned his head slightly and shouted, "You damn Old Zhang, make your stomach rumble less!"

Old Zhang retorted, "You fatso, it was clearly you who called me that!"

"Shut up, everyone!"

Wang Lan shouted, frowning as she said, "This voice is strange..."