Crewmen took his ax in hand. ZHeng, he stood and breathed a sigh of relief, turned and saw ZHENG, a great shock, stammering back a few steps, the whole body trembling all over, "Great big sister! I... I... have held well! "
Zheng He nodded, examining the unremarkable ax in his hands.
Is this the murder weapon that killed the original owner?
The ship explicitly stated that iron implements were forbidden in the sea, and all crew members knew this. Yet why did this ax fall into the sea just as I regained consciousness?
She weighed the ax in her hand, then raised her head and asked the muscle-aching crew member, "Fat Ying, do you know why I'm punishing you?"
Fat Ying is not fat, and he was called Fat Ying because this guy especially loved to eat fatty meat.
Upon hearing this, he trembled and exclaimed, "It wasn't me!"
"Big sister! I really haven't thrown the axe down! I remember the rules on the ship very well!"
"I also don't know how the ax just fell into the sea!"
Zheng He shook the ax, placing the handle of the ax against Fat Ying's instinctively shrinking neck, "What are you shying away from!"
Fat Ying felt the cold fingers gently pressing against his skin, not whether it was illusion, he always feels this arm is alive, now like a kitten to scratch him.
Zheng He swallowed the pearl, and a strange sensation surged into her body. She felt as if her hand had an inexplicable connection with the ax, an ethereal feeling that made her momentarily reluctant to let go of the axe.
"Since you remember my rules, why did you act against them last night!"
In the instant Zheng He swallowed the pearl, her hand, which had been casually resting on Fat Ying's neck, suddenly sprouted sharp nails and clenched into a fist, tightly squeezing Fat Ying's neck. The long nails dug into the flesh, almost cutting off his breath.
He wanted to say something, but he couldn't get a word out. He felt his life was in danger, his spirit and mind shattered, and then he rolled his eyes and passed out.
Zheng He picked up the axe and furrowed her brow as she looked down at the lifeless Fat Ying on the ground.
Unexplained.
She finally realized that the people on the ship now probably didn't treat her as a human but rather as a madwoman.
She would go crazy on the street, even chopping up passing worms and insects in half.
Is it necessary?
Be so chicken-hearted?
She just gave it a try with the axe.
Zheng He dragged Fat Ying to the corner, weighing this axe that seemed to be under her control.
It seems to be nothing special.
"What does the spirit of the great sea mean?"
The axe lightly chopped through the air, and Zheng He softly said, "Break!"
The sea breeze brushes against her face, the sea waves are calm, and there are no signs of anything abnormal.
Is it a counterfeit or substandard product?
Zheng He belted the axe to her back, the first culprit had emerged, and next she would go to see the person who was very likely the second culprit, to confirm her answer.
After she turned and left, several swollen, white heads appeared on the surface of the sea. These heads had expressionless eyes looking up at the sun in the sky. Each had deep furrows on their brow bones, as if they had been directly split in half by something.
Creak——
Zheng He's expression remained unchanged as she pushed open the cabin door and stepped in. This cabin was the largest on the Jiaomu Jiao and also the most luxurious.
This cabin was personally arranged by the original owner. In her memory, this cabin was clean and bright, and the furniture was made of sandalwood. The aroma of sandalwood never faded, but now the windows were tightly closed and gloomy, with a strange musty smell in the air. It seemed as if something was slowly dying here.
At the center of the cabin was a large bed. A thin, transparent curtain hung down from the ceiling and cascaded over the bed like smoke. There appeared to be a candle burning in the curtain, occasionally flickering with a leap of red light.
It was like a red coffin.
"Ah He ..."
"Is it A He?"
The sound of fabric rubbing came from within the curtain, followed by a hoarse, elderly voice.
"Come over."
"Come, come... ..."
Zheng He pulled back the curtain and saw the captain of the Jiaomu Jiao.
Lou Qi.
His skin was dark and bony, with deeply sunken eyes and high cheekbones. His thin, wrinkled skin was as crumpled as a piece of paper on his skeleton. From a distance of one meter, he could smell the thick stench of decay and blood emanating from his body, as well as a strong odor of dried grass.
The floor beneath the bed was covered with blood-stained clothes, and even the bedding itself was stained with splattered blood.
This was an unkind-looking old man, whose life was as unstable as the candle by his side swaying in the wind, and he could be blown away at any moment.
"Grandpa Lou?"
Zheng He exclaimed in alarm, grabbing the old man's hand, she sat down by the bedside.
In the original owner's memory, it was always a step slow until she saw Lou Qi. Then she realized that Lou Qi was actually the old neighbor living next door.
The old grandfather had been very kind to them sisters, often giving them food and drinks. He would also send them home with a flashlight in the evening after school, accompanied by his dog.
Moreover, the old grandfather also called Zheng He "A He".
Did Lou Qi also travel through time?
"Cough cough..."
Lou Qi coughed a few times, his eyes cloudy, "You child, are you blaming me?"
"Why not call him father?"
What adopted father?
Lou Qi looked at his eyes, which were as kind and gentle as the real Lou Qi, and she momentarily thought it was a reunion with an old acquaintance.
But she soon realized that Lou Qi had died three years ago, and 120 had quickly carried away his body.
The frail old man in front of her was the captain of the Jiaomu Jiao, Lou Qi, not the Lu Grandpa she knew.
It's hard to call this "adopted father".
Calling him grandpa is polite; calling him father is a bit too much.
Zheng He doesn't have a habit of recognizing strangers as her father.
Although it feels like old acquaintances, it's still not the same person. Zheng He awkwardly released her hand, pursing her lips, and didn't say anything.
The original owner's memory was slow to catch up.
In her memory, there were fragments of Lou Qi taking her on board for the first time, teaching her to navigate the forbidden sea, and operating the Jiaomu Jiao. She even saw them fishing together, dodging the pursuit of the Xianmen Liao together, eating together, and laughing heartily.
In her memory, Lou Qi was tall enough to carry her and cross the entire Forbidden Sea.
Zheng He sighed, "Old man, how could you have become like this?"
By the dim candlelight, Lou Qi looked at Zheng He with his withered eyes, examining her from head to toe, then sighed in relief and reclined back on the pillow, "Child, as long as you're safe, I can finally be at ease."
"At night, I heard some noise, but I couldn't get up. I don't even know what's going on outside. I can only hope that you're okay..."
Lou Qi coughed a few times, a bit of blood froth appearing at the corners of his mouth, "Cough cough..."
His feverish hand tightly gripped Zheng He's hand, with a trace of melancholy in his eyes, "Child, look at me. Am I more like a man or a dragon now?"
