Old Man Shu narrowed his eyes when he heard Leng Xiao's words and laughed: "There are not many people who dare to go to Qiushi Island these days. It is said that the owner of Qiushi Island is dead. Today, Qiushi Island has become a stronghold for pirates."

He reminded him, not surprised to see Leng Xiao, as if he had known it for a long time, and never asked much, but turned around and waved: "Come with me."

Old Man Shu untied the ropes neatly, and the boat started to sway leisurely on the sea. The speed was hard, but it was not slow.

During this period, the girl in the curtain poked her head out and was stared back by Old Man Shu, pouting, but she didn't dare to complain, as if she was afraid of this grandfather.

Old Man Shu said while shaking the boat, "If you came during the day, no one would dare to carry you at the entire ferry. Just as the night was at that time, I dared to earn these few taels of silver."

"Why is this?" Leng Xiao asked.

Old Man Shu sneered: "Why? Because the pirates are rampant and do not take people seriously, they are sleeping heavily at night and can still smuggle. If it is sunny, it will be a dead end. Those groups of people will definitely not reason with others."

"Young man, remember after going to the island, I have never saved you tonight, remember."

Leng Xiao nodded and felt a little sad. An old man, with a child, took the risk to save him just to earn those few taels of silver. Old Man Shu said calmly that life was definitely not easy.

The bright moon was reflected on the sea, rippling waves, and the ferry boat passed by a long tail, like a deep black fish. After putting Leng Xiao on the island, he hurried away, re-passing through the maze formed by the moonlight, and disappearing into the dark night.

Every grass and tree on the island is full of lush grass and trees, radiating vitality. If it were not for the facts, it would never be like having experienced disasters and without any depressedness.

What can they understand? Whoever is the owner of this island is the same for them. They still survive monotonically and still live in cycles.

No sorrow, no joy.

I don't know what kind of birds whimpered and flew away, leaving a flash of shadows in the moonlight. Leng Xiao took a step forward and walked forward.

On the deserted sea, Old Man Shu was gasping for breath. The girl with two pigtails walked out of the curtain and beat him on his shoulders.

Old Man Shu sighed softly: "I'm old and useless. I've only been rushing for a long time and I'll be tired of this kind of virtue. In two years, I'm afraid that even the boat will not shake."

The girl sat next to the old man and laughed: "In the past, grandpa took me to rock the boat, and in the future I will take my grandpa to rock the boat!"

Old Man Shu laughed comfortably, and the laughter spread far and far with the wind. After the laughter, a cough came with it.

He said bitterly: "Ni'er, grandpa really has to hang you for the rest of his life? You have suffered so many years with grandpa, but grandpa is sorry for you."

"Last time you heard people say that the south is so good, the man is handsome, the woman is beautiful, and the scenery is beautiful, so you are so happy. Tomorrow, Grandpa will take you there tomorrow, let's go to the south."

The girl said, "Where are we rich? Grandpa, you are talking nonsense again. What are the south and the north? I don't care about it at all. It's always good. When I see it, I might be disappointed again. If it's really good, why would those tourists come to this desolate place to play?"

"People who are used to eating delicacies in the mountains and rivers always want to change their tastes. The south is better than here. You will like it, and grandpa will definitely take you there."

The sea breeze is cold and deserted, and the thick fog is wrapped around dew, which is thick and moist.

Qiushi Island is exposed to the sea for more than ten miles and has a relatively regular shape. If it encounters heavy rain or high tide, it can leave a safe area of ​​seven or eight miles. If Qiushi Island's owner was not a respected figure, he would definitely not be able to defend such a treasure land.

However, there is never anything in the world that people can keep guarding. At this time, the old island master has not kept it.

He did not guard the island, did not guard the hundred disciples, servants, disciples, did not guard the wife, and did not guard the daughter, and he could not guard the grass and tree after all.

When people are powerful and unscrupulous, everything is fate, and there is no way to them.

There is a long stairs on the island that stretch for a few miles. The bluestone has been twisted and sunken by people, and the middle is polished and covered with moss at both ends.

He climbed up the stairs and said that the old island owner was a decent person. He did not have any twists and turns in the construction of the island. He walked one road to the end and arrived.

The thick fog kept washing every corner of the island, and the smell was fading, and there was no smell of blood or murderous aura.

At the end of the long steps, there is a manor, connected to each other. At this time, it was quiet. From a distance, the rude man's snoring sounded like the old man on the boat said, and the pirates were all asleep.

This is definitely not a good news, it means that Lei Kunlun has not succeeded in saving people, and now he does not know the fate of his fate.

In the courtyard, a desolate sneer suddenly came, low, like the cry of a night owl and the scream of a fox.

Leng Xiao's heart suddenly trembled, he jumped onto the eaves, stepped on the red tiles, and his steps were very light. He would never forget this sound, and he came for the owner of this sound.

The courtyard is like a ring-shaped position, and the center is a huge martial arts training ground. For those who practice martial arts like the old island master, there is no room or a day or night. The martial arts training ground is a must-have, and all the things must be complete.

Now, it has become a graveyard, with wooden stakes standing in a row, tying dead people. Many of them are rotten, and there are traces of eagles pecking on the flesh. The whole island is washed with thick fog so that it will not be stinking.

In addition, there is another person who is alive, gasping for breath, and sucking in the smell of rotten from the corpses of brothers in the past.

Even if he followed Leng Xiao for seventeen years or twenty-seven years, he would never be able to be calm anymore. He scolded, he was in pain, he roared, and he was desperate.

Because even if Leng Xiao lives in the same situation, he will definitely not be able to calm down, because he is also a mortal, a flesh and blood ordinary person.

Lei Kunlun was as sharp as ever. He suddenly raised his face and looked at the person who came. Water vapor gradually blew out from his eyes full of hatred, and two lines of tears came down.

"Young...Master..."

He pointed to a wooden stake next to him, pointed to a dead bone on it, and cried to Leng Xiao, saying that it was his master, Yin Qiuping, the owner of Qiushi Island.

Yin Qiuping's flesh was not naturally rotten, not pecked by eagles, but shaved by pirates one by one.

Lei Kunlun drooped and hissed: "Young Master, I have a headache in my heart, so I can't breathe."
Chapter completed!