"Only those lunatics from the Fire Worship Cult tend to be short-lived. They're liable to burn themselves to death."
That was the last thing Cui Xiya had said at the time. As she spoke, she glanced at Yang Yi, whether intentionally or not, as though she were addressing him.
Back in the present, Yang Yi was fishing.
For some reason, he had been able to catch Bristle-Flagellum Pipefish again over the past two days, and the catch rate was quite high.
It was nowhere near as outrageous as when he had encountered that school of fish, but catching five, six, seven, or eight a day was still easy.
He happened to need more Bristle-Flagellum Pipefish for his stockpile. He had eaten nearly all the fish he had caught before.
About half his hair had grown back by now. Aside from being sparse, there was nothing wrong with it.
If he grew it a little longer, it might not even be noticeable.
He estimated that another half month of eating Bristle-Flagellum Pipefish, combined with his Werewolf trait of abundant hair growth, should cure his baldness completely.
"Up!"
Yang Yi hauled hard, pulling up a Bristle-Flagellum Pipefish over two meters long and about as thick as an upper arm.
The moment it landed on the deck, the fish sprang up and thrust its sharp snout at Yang Yi. It failed, however, as Yang Yi clamped a firm hand around its mouth, leaving it writhing in midair and slapping against the deck.
A second later, a sharp shortsword split the fish's head in two. The cut surfaces looked as though they had been roasted over a fire; they were already cooked.
"This should be the biggest one from the past two days."
Yang Yi glanced at the Old Captain. He had also