Zhang Ming gripped the ancient spear and immediately felt a mental connection form between them.
It was as though a hazy consciousness was trying to tell him something.
The spear's innate abilities were "cold" and "sharpness." It could draw on the wielder's bodily energy, making its shaft unbearably cold and its point capable of piercing anything!
The spear weighed about a hundred kilograms. With his current physique, wielding it was no great problem.
"Besides, isn't this basically a refrigerator?"
"I can make special summer drinks now. That's going to be ridiculously refreshing!"
"A refrigerator for a fish head. What a bargain!"
Zhang Ming, wilderness gourmet, was delighted. All sorts of chilled summer drinks popped into his mind like bubbles.
"If the Flame-Horned People's master craftsmen knew I was using their greatest masterpiece to freeze food, would they burst out of their coffins and beat my sorry ass?"
With the spear in hand, he swung it hard and severed the fish's head. A thin layer of frost coated the cut.
"Deal done. The fish head is yours!"
"If you have any more sweet deals like this, come tell old Zhang!"
Gratitude and satisfaction shone in Old White Turtle's eyes.
Even the craftiest animals were still animals. They didn't have all those complicated schemes.
Zhang Ming found dealing with the sea turtles quite easy. He didn't cheat them, either; they got what they paid for.
What happened next was even more bizarre. Crying "Awoo, awoo," the sea turtles offered the electric eel's head to the Stone Altar.
The Black Stone was still endlessly repeating, "Awoo, awoo."
Looking deeply respectful yet somewhat helpless, Old White Turtle nudged the Black Stone onto the floor with a clack.
The stone didn't mind at all. It repeated the clack, adding the sound of its own fall