Doomsday Totem

Chapter 413 Farewell
The summer sun shines on the blue sea, looking around, the sea is clear and bright, and groups of colorful small fish are chasing each other and swimming happily.From time to time, a few lazy seabirds flew in the sky, gliding slowly in the brackish sea breeze.

In the leisurely life at sea, time flows quietly like this...

In a blink of an eye, two months have passed.

Every morning, after Iron Slag had breakfast, he went to the deck to enjoy the sea breeze and bask in the sun, while supervising Hagrid and Bitianye teaching Tie Ling and Lilith.Occasionally, he would go fishing with the captain, or drink tea with Doudou in the machinery cabin.Quinn and the chef formed a regular partner, clamoring for a game of cards every night, but they refused to gamble, so few were willing to play with them.

At Dr3714-7-15, after a long journey, Xinghe finally came to the northwest of the Far East Continent, a small fishing port closest to the ancient temple.

"Ugh..."

In the morning, the Xinghe dropped several heavy anchors, and gradually stopped advancing amidst the sound of the whistle.

The captain, Iron Slag and others gathered on the deck to say goodbye to each other.

"My friend, I wish you a smooth journey." The captain stretched out his hand towards Iron Slag and said.He originally planned to go with the other party to explore the treasures of the Temple of Brilliance, but now that he had a mission, he could only give up.

"My friend, I also wish you a smooth journey." Tie Slag held the captain's hand and said solemnly.

The farewell of deep-sea fishermen is always so simple.A blessing, including the past, present, and future.

After saying goodbye, Tie Slag and others boarded the boat one after another.Before setting off, Tie Ling was fully dressed and came to the boat with a gun and sword on his back.

"Have you figured it out?" asked the cook.

"En." Tie Ling nodded firmly.

The chef was silent for a while, then turned around, and said to Tie Slag, "My friend, I'll give her back to you."

Tie Slag was startled for a moment, but then he reacted and nodded heavily, but said nothing.

"Son, you've grown up, it's time to go out and see." The chef held Tie Ling's shoulders with both hands, looked into her eyes, and said slowly.

"Thank you for taking care of me over the years..." As she spoke, her voice choked up, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"It should be...it should be..." the chef murmured, and gradually let go of his hands.After a while, he seemed to suddenly remember something, fumbled up and down hastily, and then took out a package from his arms.

Open the package, it is a red coat.

"Come on, try it on..." Saying this, the chef opened his coat and put it on for Tie Ling.

She caressed the coat on her body, and from the brand-new thread, it was not difficult to see that he had rushed to do it overnight.For a while, bits and pieces of the past flooded into my mind.In the kitchen on a winter night, he served her steaming ginger soup; in the kitchen on a summer night, he lightly shook his fan to dispel the sweltering heat for her reading under the oil lamp...

The person in front of her is also a father, a teacher, and a friend, but she has nothing to repay.But she knew that he never needed her to do anything for him, he only needed her to live well.

At this moment, a gust of sea breeze blew, and the bright red coat was blown up with the wind, like a fluttering flag.

Looking at the iron bell in the captain's coat, the captain smiled, took off the black boat cap on his head, and put it on her head.

"If you lose your hat, you lose your ship," said the captain with a smile.

"En." Tie Ling nodded.

In silence, the chef took one last look at her, then turned his back, and while leaving, he exhorted:

"No matter where you go in the future, please remember that you are a deep-sea fisherman..."

"Your blood flows with the glory from the deep sea."

Tie Ling closed her eyes, took a deep breath, bowed deeply towards the leaving figure, then jumped up, jumped onto the boat, and shouted: "Let's go!"

"Yes!" The sailors on the boat responded in unison, then opened the accelerator, turned the rudder, and amidst the roar of the engine, steered the boat away from the Xinghe and headed for a distant fishing port...

About half an hour later, Iron Slag brought Hagrid, Quinn, Lilith, Tie Ling and others ashore at the pier and set foot on the land of the Far East. .

This is a small fishing port, and there are small fishing boats on the shore, which can only fish in the offshore.It is now 09:30 in the morning, and many fishermen who have returned from fishing have set up stalls on the beach, selling various seafood.

"Sweet potato porridge, fish with rice, stewed meat and eggs, salted pork with pickles, fish balls and fried beans..."

Looking up, there are rows of simple food stalls on the beach, which are composed of tricycles wrapped in iron sheets.According to Tie Ling, this is a unique food stall in the coastal areas of the Far East.They will process the food at night, then let it cool until it is time to eat, and then do secondary processing.The advantage is that it is convenient, and it can be served on the dinner table in just a few minutes.

After landing, Tie Zha and the others found a relatively clean food stall, sat down and ate a sumptuous breakfast.

The sweet potato porridge in the Far East is very special. It is usually boiled in a large pot and then eaten after cooling down.It tastes cool and sweet, and it is even more delicious when paired with "Bailang fish" cooked in salt water and cooled.If it is served with a little dried bean curd soaked in sesame oil and chili oil, it will be even more perfect if it is spicy and fragrant.

After eating, they rented a dilapidated minivan in the harbor and headed towards Yaochi Town, the largest ancient town nearby.

"Master, are you tourists?" Soon after getting on the bus, the enthusiastic Far East driver chatted with Hagrid.

"Probably." Hagrid, who was sitting in the passenger seat, replied.

"Are you going to visit the Yaochi in the distant mountains?" the driver continued to ask.

"Yeah." Hagrid replied casually.

"You are right to come here. The Yaochi is so beautiful. According to legend, it is the place where fairies bathe." The driver said with a smile.

"Can I take a shower there?" Lilith, who was sitting in the back, interrupted and asked.

"It used to be fine, but now it's no longer possible. If you go swimming, you will be fined." The driver said.

"Fine? What is a fine?" Lilith asked inexplicably. In the southern cemetery, there is no such term as fine, only "tax collection" and "robbing".

"A fine is a fine, it means someone asks you for money," the driver said.

"What if I don't give it?" Lilith asked curiously.

"They will chase after you, it's very annoying." The driver replied.

"Can't you beat them?" Lilith asked.

"No, they're all old men and women, and they're getting old. Are you willing to beat them?" The driver said with a painful face, as if recalling some unbearable past events.

"Is there anything you can't fight..." Lilith muttered heartlessly.

"In the Far East, bullying the elderly will be condemned." Hagrid, who has been to many places, said.

The people in front chatted enthusiastically, but Tie Slag stared at the green mountains and green waters outside the car window in a daze.Not long after, he felt a little sleepy, so he casually pulled the iron bell beside him to make a pillow, and fell asleep.

On the mountain path, the van staggered forward, except for Hagrid and Quinn who were in charge of safety, the others gradually fell asleep.

I do not know how long it has been……

"Get out of the car and eat!" "Eat, eat, and get up."

Iron Slag was woken up by Hagrid and Quinn's rough voice, looked at them uncomfortably, got up and got out of the car.

It was already night, the sky was full of stars, surrounded by dark mountains, rocks and trees, it was a scene of the wilderness.

Faint flames came out from the cabin in front of the van.If you look closely, it is a wooden hut, less than [-] square meters in size, half of which is an open shop, and the other half is an ordinary small room.

Approaching the hut, a Far Eastern man in his 40s greeted him, nodding and bowing his head.

"Bosses, please come inside, we have rice noodles with pork dumplings."

"Come as long as you want." The driver said familiarly.

Walking into the hut, it is only a few square meters in size, with two small wooden tables and some low wooden chairs.

"Clang..."

There was a crash behind him, and looking back, Hagrid was walking in with his shoulders hunched.Because of his relatively large body, he accidentally bumped into the door frame just now.

"Hey..." Hagrid smiled awkwardly at Iron Slag, then pulled a small stool and sat down at the table.

After everyone came in, the hut looked extremely small, and there was no place to turn around.

"The conditions here are difficult, I have wronged everyone." The driver said apologetically while drinking tea.

"It's okay, as long as the food doesn't spoil your stomach," Quinn said.

"Don't worry about this, we Far Easterners are the most particular about food, if you dare to serve stale food, you will directly smash his shop." The driver said, patting his chest.

"But why do these peanuts taste soft..." Quinn frowned and wondered as he chewed the small peanuts on the plate on the table.

"This..." The driver grabbed a handful of small peanuts, chewed them in his mouth for a while, and said, "It's okay, it's just a little damp."

Iron Slag immediately exchanged glances with Hagrid, and was about to say that he didn't want to eat, when suddenly there was a loud metal knocking sound outside.

"Clang clang clang..."

"Ah!" The driver heard the voice and was so frightened that the tea spilled all over the floor.

"I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree. If you want to pass from here on, I will leave it to buy road money!"

"Dare to say no, go forward and grab your head, die in the wilderness, the slaughter will not bury it, send it to the Wangxiang Terrace, and never come back!"

Three Far Eastern men with red cloths on their heads approached the hut, one was beating a gong, the other was carrying an old-fashioned shotgun, and the third was holding a gleaming Daguan knife.

In the next second, several figures emerged from the small room.

A strong man with a gun and a big sword on his back, with his hands folded over his chest; a tall and thin man with lightning eyes, four knives pinned to his waist, and his hands hanging naturally; a well-proportioned man with a gun on his back And Jian, with a face as cold as a knife; there are two other girls, also fully armed, with murderous looks on their faces.

The three of them were startled, looked at each other, then turned around at the same time, and sang a folk song while walking forward.

"To be honest, I miss home too. The old mother at home has gray hair..." Their singing is full of emotion and extremely loud, echoing in the mountains and fields, and spreading far away.

(End of this chapter)