Mountain and Sea Treasures

Chapter 415 Dragon King Festival

What else do I want to say, he has already taken my backpack and rushed to the village at a faster speed than me, like burning his butt like that.

After leaving for a day, the situation in the village is still the same, but it is already late at night, and there are still fishermen wandering outside.And when they saw us, they became more vigilant, and Lao Yan didn't bother to talk to us. When the situation was urgent, he used his power to directly oppress it.

Although I still don't understand until now, where is the emergency?

When we got back to the house where we lived, Lao Yan pulled everyone out. He invited Team Bai to sit on a chair, and the boy who had been shrinking in the room without eating or drinking was also dragged out by him, acting violently. Very, but no one's persuasion works.

"Everyone, let's have a frank and honest talk." Lao Yan took out a cigarette and lit it, took two deep puffs, with a cold expression on his face: "The development of the matter is beyond my expectation, I hope everyone will stop hiding it, otherwise what will happen? Those who die don’t know.”

He didn't know where his words stimulated the boy, and the boy who was huddled on the chair like a clay sculpture suddenly raised his head: "Hiding it? Heh."

"Speak as you speak, don't be eccentric!" Professor Xu's face darkened.

Yazai shrank back again, showing no emotion, but everyone knew who his words were aimed at.

I was sitting next to Lao Yan, and Team Bai was a little behind, with no expression on my face either.

"Master." Lao Yan yelled, and didn't look at Team Bai, but lowered his head and stared at the flickering cigarette in his hand: "Although the boy has a bad attitude, I still care about the questions he asks."

The white team patted the chair: "It's not that I don't care, but there is already evidence, right?"

Lao Yan didn't say anything, but that was obviously acquiescing.

The white team said quietly: "Whether I have come or not has no conflict with your mission this time."

Lao Yan still didn't speak, and it was Team Bai who finally compromised.

"Well, I have been here." Her voice was ethereal as if it came from afar: "When I was running around the country chased by 303, I found this hidden small fishing village, and tried every means to sneak in. I found something was wrong in the village. But I didn’t dare to cause trouble at the time, so I didn’t go into it. The only thing I know is that the fishermen in this village all have the same surname.”

I raised my head slightly, a surname?

This shouldn't be a big problem, after all, there are many similar places in our country, such as Wangcun and Lijiazhuang, all have the same surname.

Team Bai said that I was wrong, everyone, including women and children, had the same surname.

"What's the point..." I was stunned before I could tell the difference.

How is it possible that even his wife's last name is the same?

After Bai Dui finished speaking, I glanced at Yazai, he moved in his chair, as if he wanted to say something.

"Baby, it's your turn." Lao Yan treated everyone equally.

Yazai looked at the white team, remained silent for another minute or two, and the first thing he said was: "Can we cancel this mission?"

As soon as he said this, he was reprimanded by Professor Xu. As soon as the 701 mission came out, there was no way that he would be forced to cancel it as soon as he saw the signs.

Yazai smiled strangely: "So what if you don't cancel, people in this village don't even let their own children go."

It turned out that Yazai went to check the wound on the child at my request that day, and he really knew a lot of things both openly and secretly.

The child was indeed dead, with a scar the size of a hand, where I saw the fish scales.

"Now do you understand?" Yazai smiled deeply: "They are afraid of our inspection, so they cut the fish scales for the children, and it doesn't matter how serious they are..."

My head exploded in an instant, how could they know this?

Yazai still smiled strangely, saying that these villagers are amazing, didn't they also know the identity of the White Team back then?

With a twinkle in my eyes, I finally understood why Yazai was so excited, because all our efforts were in vain, and people here knew our identities from the beginning.

"Please enter the urn..." Yazai stopped talking after finishing speaking, and Lao Yan frowned, obviously thinking that he had something to say, but he didn't ask in the end.

The room fell into dead silence. Zheng San knew our identities from the moment he saw Team Bai, but he still let us in. What does this mean?
I rubbed my temples and felt my head swell. Why do I have to deal with these inexplicable people in this one and two missions?

When Lao Yan's smoke reached the end, he threw it on the ground without stepping on it, just watched it go out slowly, and finally concluded with a little excitement: "Since people already know the details, let's be more active! For a fishing village, it is not difficult to dig up for hundreds of years."

Throughout the night, Lao Yan discussed with us, took a quick sleep before the sun rose, and then got up amidst the sound of gongs and drums.

Kumbu didn't know whether he got up early or stayed up all night. When we left the room with a mess of hair, he even got the news.

"Dragon King's Festival?" After a whole night, Yazai recovered somewhat, and raised his eyebrows: "What day is today? Didn't February [-] just pass?"

The seventh day of the third lunar month.

I meditate on the day in my heart, and I don't understand why this day is the Dragon King's Day.

As a group of us went out, we saw all the fishermen gathering towards the beach, some were beating gongs and drums, and some were holding sacrifices.

There were all kinds of sacrifices, obviously thoughtful.

"Look, what's at the front?" Lao Xia asked with narrowed eyes.

I stepped on my feet and looked around, but I saw four strong men in the front carrying a bamboo raft covered with a white cloth, and I don't know what the two bulging lumps were.

Lao Yan waved his hand and said, "Follow me and have a look!"

The Dragon King Festival is a big event, and the fishermen should participate collectively. I even saw a woman holding a newborn baby in the queue.

Presumably this is why Zheng San's group didn't follow us anymore.

When we arrived at the beach, with the bamboo raft as the boundary, the villagers stood in several rows on both sides. First, an old man with white beard and hair was holding a bowl of white wine. He sang a sacrificial oration and sprinkled some. After singing, he bowed deeply: "Please Dragon Lord to enjoy the sacrifice!"

The white cloth was uncovered by people standing on both sides, and a pair of male and female dolls about three or four years old were seen smiling and sitting on the bamboo raft...

(End of this chapter)