One hundred and twenty-seven. Coffin

Lu Li retreated to the edge.

The fish carcasses on the conveyor belt became sparse, and soon a new net would move above the passage and release its catch.

Lu Li knew what he had to do.

The next supply didn't make Lu Li wait long, a few dozen seconds later, the sound of "whoosh" and the jangling of chains came from above, followed by fish carcasses that fell like torrential rain.

They piled up into a small hill in front of the conveyor belt again, moving continuously towards the "chefs" on the other side.

At this time, Lu Li crawled out from the dark corner beneath the conveyor belt and approached the mountain of accumulated fish carcasses.

Lu Li seemed to be looking for something, his gaze sweeping over the pitch-black fish carcasses on the conveyor belt.

As the conveyor belt loaded with fish carcasses rolled towards the furnace at the end, Lu Li quietly watched for a long while, then suddenly reached out, dragging down a big-bellied fish that weighed five to six pounds.