As Qin Yang walked, he looked at the houses here, looking for possible places where mortals could live.
Every house here is almost the same in style, size, and furnishings in the yard. It looks like the most ordinary fishing village.
If you want to find the residence of the mortal body in such a similar place, it is only possible to find something with obvious signs.
As for the houses we passed by, we could hardly see any obviously different features. So if we wanted to confirm which house Mortal Shen lived in, we had to use other methods.
According to legend, after Mortal married that young fisherman, it took a long time before he began to recover a little bit of memory and a little bit of cultivation, and after that, the various legends that were spread later began.
Even though the third body is a mortal body without any memory, many things are deeply ingrained and cannot be erased.
As an ordinary fisherman, what he only cares about is that when he goes out to sea to fish, he can have a big harvest and return safely.
And the fisherman, who is lucky enough to marry a beautiful, gentle and kind-hearted woman, will naturally work harder and catch more fish. In addition, he is young and strong, more enterprising and more capable.
If you have an adventurous spirit, you will naturally go further afield in search of richer fish.
In fact, according to legend, if this young fisherman hadn't been more adventurous and penetrated farther, he wouldn't have been able to rescue his third mortal body in the sea.
If you marry a daughter-in-law, you will naturally not become cautious in order to gain more gains...
For him to be able to live in peace and contentment for hundreds of years, it must be the third mortal body that secretly contributed, and it may even be that she did it without her knowledge.
According to this speculation, in the era where this fishing village was located, whether it was when the fisherman was young or when the fisherman was old, there must be one biggest difference between the residence of the third mortal body and other houses.
Her house must have the most fish, or there must be some fish that are not found in the offshore.
Qin Yang paced, comparing the houses in the fishing village as he walked. Behind him, Hua Xiangrong was still searching, but when he came out, he saw Qin Yang wandering around like this, so he didn't pay much attention.
After walking through most of the scattered fishing villages, Qin Yang paused slightly.
In a house beside the road that looks no different from any other house, there is a bamboo fence with some weeds growing on the edge, and dried seafood and salted fish placed on a large round bamboo dustpan.
Qin Yang's eyes were fixed on the salted fish that was half the size of a palm, and he muttered in his heart: "Tubao fish has a ferocious temperament and lives thousands of feet below the sea surface. Only when it is looking for food, it will float near the sea surface to hunt young ones.
The meat of squid, octopus, and turbot is tender and is especially suitable for making soup after drying. It is most suitable for women to regulate their bodies..."
Then he continued to look at the shellfish drying on the round dustpan on the other side. Among them was a shellfish that looked no different from the others.
"Moonlight clams live on the bottom of the deep sea. They only float to the surface on the full moon day of each month to absorb the essence of the moonlight. They are most suitable for making soup. They have the miraculous effect of moisturizing the lungs and mulberry trees, and can be used as medicinal materials."
These shriveled salted seafood fish actually look the same at first glance. People who don’t really understand them will not be able to discover their true identities from the dry information.
After a little counting of the seafood here, I found six or seven kinds of seafood from the deep sea, and all of them are suitable for making soup.
Along the way, this house was the only place where there were so many seafood from the deep sea, and they were eaten in a single way.
To say that this is not the residence of the third mortal body, we can only say that in this small fishing village, there is another fisherman who is a jerk...
Looking back, Hua Xiangrong was still far away, and she was still searching. Qin Yang secretly laughed.
I'm afraid this fairy can't even tell the difference between dried squid and dried octopus...
Find it slowly...
I said that if I let you gain nothing, I will definitely do what I say.
Qin Yang opened the wooden door, entered the house, and walked towards the main room.
There were only some ordinary furnishings in the main room. There was a pot of tea and two teacups on the table.
Walking out to the east wing, a fat orange cat basking in the sunset on the roof turned over and landed in front of Qin Yang. It was covered in fur and growled at Qin Yang.
Qin Yang paused, squatted down, and stared into the orange cat's eyes.
"Little guy, I just want to take a look, but the one behind is the one who really wants to take action."
"Ha..." The fat orange cat bowed its body and threatened.
Qin Yang's heart trembled, and a feeling of great terror suddenly spread throughout his body, and the hairs all over his body started to stand up. Qin Yang had an idea and muttered something quickly.
"I am Xiaoqi's friend, and the siren wants to kill me."
The orange cat glanced at Qin Yang blankly, then sniffed his nose, opened his mouth, yawned, staggered onto the stone mill aside and took a nap, never looking at Qin Yang again.
Qin Yang looked at the fat orange cat blankly, thought for a moment, took out some food from the storage bag, and placed it on the stone grinder: "You can try some snacks."
The fat orange cat glanced sideways at Qin Yang, then pushed the pile of food to the ground with his paws, leaving only a piece of maltose, which he kept smacking in his mouth.
Qin Yang nodded slightly, then slowly pushed open the wooden door of the wing.
The decoration inside is still simple, with a wooden bed and a wooden table. On the wooden table is a small bamboo frame, and inside is a half-made cotton coat.
Qin Yang's eyes crossed the cotton-padded clothes and stared blankly at the woman who was leaning on the table and taking a nap, supporting her head with her arms.
With a plain face and plain clothes, there are no accessories on her wrists, fingers, neck, or earlobes. There is only a copper hairpin of relatively good workmanship stuck in her simply pulled up bun.
She seemed to be asleep, with an aura of peace and tranquility all over her body. She had exactly the same face as Xiao Qi, but she had a gentle and virtuous temperament.
Just seeing her, Qin Yang couldn't help but slow down his breathing and his steps became gentle, as if he was afraid of waking up the sleeping person.
The fat orange cat with sugar in its mouth appeared next to Qin Yang and meowed softly.
"What is her most profound memory is today? She made a new dress for her husband who has not yet returned, and is waiting for him to return home with a full load."
"Meow." The orange cat nodded, his eyes dim.
"So, when she dies, does she also want to remain the same as she is now?"
"Meow." The orange cat nodded again.
"What's her name, can you tell me?"
"Meow." The orange cat pointed at the table.
Qin Yang stepped forward and saw three names carved crookedly on the table.
"Anu, Xiaoqi, Xiaowan." Qin Yang read in a low voice.
"Her name is Tao Wan, and she is the third mortal body of the Siren Fairy." Hua Xiangrong strode from behind.
A flash of inspiration suddenly appeared in Qin Yang's mind. Without thinking, he grabbed the arm of the third mortal body with one hand and activated the skill.
A flash of fluorescence suddenly appeared on Hua Xiangrong's fingertips, turning into a vast white light and slashing towards Qin Yang.
The fat orange cat howled and bit Qin Yang's arm...
Qin Yang grabbed two light balls and slapped them on his forehead.
Suddenly, everything seemed to have come to a standstill.
Then Qin Yang and Hua Xiangrong's bodies suddenly disappeared, and the door was opened and closed again, and everything returned to its original appearance.
…
Hua Xiangrong walked out of the stone gate and stood on the black reef, looking at the sea with a dazed expression.
Qin Yang frowned slightly and reached out to rub his slightly sore forehead. Then he looked down and saw something in his hand. He lifted up his sleeve and saw that his arm was bitten by something...