I was vying for favor with four big daddy

Chapter 630

Tangtang looked at the topographic map carefully: "There are Baihua Island, Nanfeng Island and Dongming Island here, are they all uninhabited islands?"

Feng Tinglie nodded: "In the past there were piers and fishermen there. A few decades ago, the big tides submerged all three islands, and they were only exposed in the last three or four years. The people are still very scared."

The last three or four years?Is the timing so coincidental?
Tangtang asked, "Then do you and your brothers go there often?"

"I've been there once or twice, all to catch deserters from the Chen country. I haven't been there recently. There's no one there, no food or drink, and I can only come and go after the sentry point is built."

"According to your experience as a pirate for so many years," Tangtang clicked on the three circled islands, "Will you settle here?"

Feng Tinglie shook his head: "No. There are very strong winds and waves, and it is like this all year round, especially now this season is even more dangerous."

"In addition, the island is flat, and any defenses and alerts can be easily discovered. It is really not a good place."

Tangtang asked Tang Bi to find out all the annals about the three islands, and among the books in the room, only two briefly covered the three islands.

One is to record the natural disasters in the twelve states for more than 200 years, and the other is to record the folk customs of the twelve states.

The three islands have experienced more than a dozen large tides and more than 200 small tides in the past 100 years, all of which are very destructive.

So the people there are scattered, most of them are fishermen or pearl divers, and they live for three to five years at most, unlike other islands that have clans that last for hundreds of years.

The other book is about the folk records of the Twelve States, which records a kind of burial method for the people here, land graves.

After the ancestors of the Twelve States came here, they built a large cemetery near the three islands for future generations to bury here.

They built large tombs and several secret tunnels, and then drew sea water to flood the tombs and sank to the bottom to ensure peace after death.

Only their cronies know the specific location of the tomb and the way to enter the tunnel, so in addition to the twelve surnames in the twelve states, there is also a unique clan, the Shuiling clan.

The Shuiling family is the descendants of the ancestors of the Twelve States. They have guarded the tombs on land for generations. Whenever the head of the family dies, they are responsible for pushing the shells into the tombs on the seabed.

The tomb tunnel and the Shuiling clan are very mysterious, and the only record is a big tide that hit Nanfeng Island more than 100 years ago.

After that natural disaster, the officials of the Dongzhou Prefecture rescued a member of the Shuiling clan. In order to repay the life-saving grace, the clan took the officials to the undersea tomb to look for the night pearl, but they never returned.

100 years have passed, not many people know about the sunken tombs on land, and it is said that the Shuiling family is also extinct. These rumors have become stories to coax children.

After flipping through the booklet of folk customs, the three of them said in unison: "Could the tomb on land be the so-called ancient temple?"

Feng Tinglie slapped his thigh: "I'll send someone down to look for it right away!"

"Where did you find it?"

Tangtang hurriedly pulled him back: "Brother Yuji and Quan are both sharks, they were beaten like this when they went, can you brothers come back?"

Feng Tinglie asked anxiously: "Then what should we do? If the second brother is really taken there, how many days can he live? How long ago did the young master's letters come?"

Tangtang said: "People don't know where the tombs on land are, how can fish not know?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't ask about it, your help will be indispensable at that time."

After sending Feng Tinglie away, Tangtang immediately summoned the officials of Qin Tianjian and asked them to calculate a sunny and sunny weather and go to Nanfeng Island to pray for blessings.

In two days, the altar was set up on the island, as well as various instruments for blessing.

Tangtang's dragon boat arrived at Nanfeng Island early in the morning on the third day.

According to the usual practice, Ming Wu Ci is responsible for pretending to be her, and she is responsible for chatting with Feng Tinglie on the fish he caught.

Feng Tinglie was afraid that the variety of fish would not be complete enough, and he would miss fish that knew the inside story, so he netted dozens of nets of fish and kept them on both sides of the king's boat, making the whole boat rickety.

Tangtang asked about the net of fish.

In order to save time, the fish were asked to tell each other. As a result, all the fish in the net were asked, and none of them knew about the grave on land.

"Can you do it!"

With his arms bare and his dark skin exposed, Feng Tinglie threw two large nets into the water again.

"You can ask!"

Tangtang sat on the body of the white snake to enjoy the cool, and the rattlesnake held up a handful of leaves to block the sun above her head, and crossed her legs triumphantly to eat the iced fruit dew sent by the maid.

Feng Tinglie was so angry that his lungs were going to explode, he scolded her viciously: "Foolish Lord."

Tangtang narrowed her eyes, and stretched out her arms and legs: "Little beauty, I'm lying down with a sore back and aching back, beat it."

The maids blushed and began to beat gently.

"..."

Feng Tinglie was speechless, his fingers were crackling.

After a while, the pirates dragged up two bags of weird fish, shrimps and shells. Tangtang got up and let the white snake continue to ask behind her back.

In this way, from the morning to the evening, the blessing ceremony was over for several hours, and there were still no clues about the sinking of the tomb.

"Your Majesty, it's time to go back."

Tang Bi came over to salute: "Qin Tianjian calculates that there will be another storm in three hours, if you don't return, there will be heavy wind and rain on the road."

"Understood, wait for the last online, and leave after asking."

Tangtang covered her sleeves, standing on the shore and feeling the increasing wind, the waves were pushed ashore, and there were also conch and small fish and shrimp.

She put the conch back into the sea and brought it up again, shaking the seaweed and water to her ears: "What did you say?"

The sound of the conch was buzzing, as if it was very close and far away, it was the sound of the sea tide in the setting sun.

In an instant, Tangtang's eyes lit up, and she waved to Feng Tinglie on the Wang Chuan: "Fourth brother, don't use the internet anymore, it's time to ask."

"What did you ask?"

Feng Tinglie jumped into the sea with his arms supporting the fishing boat, strode ashore, and looked at her eagerly.

"On Baihua Island, the exit of the Baihua Tomb is the entrance to the Sunken Tomb Tunnel."

The smile on Feng Tinglie's face froze immediately: "The Baihua Tomb is a legend, and according to the legend, it has sunk to the bottom of the sea for more than 100 years."

Tangtang nodded: "It's the one that sank, it's not a legend, the Baihua Tomb does exist on Baihua Island, it's just that you haven't found it yet."

"That's one of the tunnels in the Shen Tomb. In order to cover up its tracks, the people of the Shuiling tribe lied that the Baihua Tomb was flooded. In fact, it has always been under the control of the Shuiling clan."

Feng Tinglie looked at her suspiciously: "Are you sure?"

Tangtang held up the conch: "It said it, I believe it."

Feng Tinglie looked at the clouds rolled up in the sky, and the coming storm, he ground his teeth:

"Give me the address, you, go back, the tide is coming!"

(End of this chapter)