CHAPTER 320: CHAPTER 239: FINDING THE COMPANION MENG DIE_2

Rosen was pondering how to say that their speed had to be faster than the time spent by the Tomb Raider, only by doing so could they rescue Tang Sanzang before he was killed.

Rosen calculated with his fingers and said, "It seems the Tomb Raider will catch up with the Chosen One in a month, we must meet Tang Sanzang within a month."

"How are we supposed to do that?" The Barefoot Immortal counted his toes and then, with a puzzled look, said: "Based on my calculations, we’re still going to be three days late in meeting the Chosen One."

Rosen picked his nose and said, "Then we’ll have to use bait, and leverage the bait’s attraction to Tang Sanzang to force him to speed up, maybe this can compress the three-day time difference."

This suggestion received constant approval from the Barefoot Immortal, who agreed wholeheartedly with all four limbs.

The assembly passed the proposal to use bait to force Tang Sanzang to speed up, and after a nationwide vote of approval, the Barefoot Immortal submitted a draft for execution upon approval.

And as Rosen and the Barefoot Immortal traveled quickly by riding a qi-formed horse, Rosen was also fishing using the bait.

Initially, the plan was to use bait to encourage Tang Sanzang to speed up, but unexpectedly the bait was inexplicably consumed over the past few days.

Every time they reeled in, they found the bait gone, yet no fish was hooked.

The Barefoot Immortal and Rosen looked at each other and asked: "What’s going on here?"

Rosen contemplated for a while and said, "In my view, we’ve encountered a starving ghost."

"A starving ghost?"

"Yes, and considering this level of hunger, if it’s not Tang Sanzang, it must be Meng Die, since Tang Sanzang is still in the Great Tang, 108,000 miles away, it can only be Meng Die."

"What, is it Meng Die? If she’s nibbling the bait, with her wit, she won’t be easily hooked."

Rosen also agreed with Barefoot Immortal’s view: "Meng Die never bites the hook. She’s clever, she’ll choose to nibble the edges of the bait, bit by bit, until the bait is completely consumed, leaving an empty hook, she just won’t take a full bite."

Rosen added, "Actually, it’s also because Meng Die’s cherry-sized mouth isn’t capable of swallowing the entire bait in one go."

"Then we can try using a smaller hook, I think the smallest hook could perhaps catch her?" suggested the Barefoot Immortal.

Rosen raised the fishing rod for the Barefoot Immortal to see and said, "I’m already using the smallest hook."

Three minutes later, Rosen decided to change the bait, using very small bait to eliminate the issue of edge nibbles and make it harder to get eaten away slowly.

As Rosen anticipated, this time Meng Die really took a bite, and the rod suddenly dipped sharply.

"Got something, got something!!" Rosen exclaimed with surprise.

He hurriedly reeled the line and tussled with Meng Die.

Unexpectedly, midway through, it came off the hook.

"This isn’t good; once Meng Die slips off the hook, she’ll remember and it’ll be almost impossible to catch her again."

A caught Meng Die would be very cautious.

Indeed, for the next period, no matter how Rosen cast the rod, Meng Die wouldn’t bite.

"Looks like we’re losing this teammate, can’t fish her up, really can’t fish her up." Rosen sighed.

The Barefoot Immortal patted his shoulder to reassure him: "Don’t worry, we have this!"

Then Rosen saw the Barefoot Immortal take out a bottle of dichlorvos.

"Oh, Barefoot, you’re not planning to poison the fish? That’s against the law!" Rosen quickly advised.

But the Barefoot Immortal was determined, saying: "Just this once, if we can’t fish her up, should we just let her stay and jump around below?"

Barefoot Immortal’s idea was to use the dichlorvos to make Meng Die belly-up, then scoop her up and resuscitate her.

Rosen was skeptical of this tactic, not to mention whether resuscitation would succeed, fish breathe with gills whereas Barefoot Immortal breathes with lungs, gills filter oxygen from water, lungs absorb oxygen from air, their principles differ. Does Barefoot Immortal plan to forcibly give Meng Die artificial respiration? That wouldn’t work.

With Rosen’s clarification, Barefoot Immortal gave up on the extreme approach and said: "Why don’t we try electrofishing, then give Meng Die some CPR afterwards?"

"No, electrofishing is illegal too!" Rosen persuaded again.

"This isn’t doable, that isn’t doable, are we going to watch Meng Die not bite and jump around underwater? Buddy, we’re fishing, you know?"

As an angler, how could one endure not catching fish?

"How about, we use stronger bait, that might make Meng Die unable to resist and voluntarily bite."

Rosen then immediately ordered a kind of bait online called "Carp Nemesis."

Barefoot Immortal asked, "Are you sure this bait can catch Meng Die?"

"Meng Die seems to be a different type, doesn’t she?"

Three black question marks appeared above Barefoot Immortal’s head.

"What do you know, Meng Die isn’t picky!" Rosen retorted.

As soon as the rod was cast, it bent downwards, bending like Barefoot Immortal’s younger brother.

Rosen quickly reeled, but it was too bent, and wouldn’t stand up.

Rosen hurriedly urged, "Barefoot, what are you doing, quickly get it upright!"

Flap!

Suspecting Rosen was implying something, the Barefoot Immortal slapped him, immediately making Rosen shut up.