"Master Chen, are you sure you can enter that fishing village?"

"He is still exploring, but he said that this seems to involve the law of time, and the probability of entering it is not high."

The law of time?

Zuo Qing's expression suddenly became serious.

Once the laws are involved, it means that things have gone beyond the scope of what humans can handle. Even if it is the ceiling of humans, without reaching the divine realm and mastering the laws, it is impossible to shake the laws.

And the only king of Daxia who possesses the Ruins of Time is still missing.

Even if Wang Mian came back, he might not be able to do anything with this law. The Divine Ruins that controls time and the law of time are two completely different levels of existence. Not to mention that Wang Mian is only at the peak of "Klein" realm now, and it is simply impossible for him to break the law of time.

Just as Zuo Qing was deep in thought, a night watchman came quickly and handed the document to him.

"Commander Zuo, I found it."

"Have you found the intersection between Chen Lu and the fishing village?"

"Well, Chen Lu joined the Night Watch more than fifty years ago. It was too long ago, so it was difficult to find his file, but I still found it."

Commander Zuo took the document and read it carefully.

"Chen Lu's hometown is a small fishing village in Ningchang County. Judging from the address he filled out that year, it matches the location of this fishing village."

"He came from that fishing village?" Zuo Qing asked in surprise.

"Yes, when the Night's Watch was recruiting new soldiers, they sent people to visit the fishing village to verify their identities. They didn't find anything unusual at the time. There are also some photos and conversation records about the fishing village in the file."

Zuo Qing pulled out a few old photos from the files and started flipping through them one by one. Most of them were photos of the young Chen Lu and his father Chen Gou. The two were standing on a fishing boat, one holding a fish, with bright smiles on their faces.

"It looks like there's nothing wrong..." Zuo Qing asked in confusion, "That is to say, when Chen Lu entered the Night Watch, the fishing village hadn't changed yet?"

"That's right."

"That's right. If there was something wrong with the fishing village back then, Chen Lu would not have been able to walk out of it." Zuo Qing nodded, turned to the last photo, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Among all the photos, that was the only photo of three people. In addition to the young Chen Lu and the middle-aged Chen Gou, there was also an old man lying on a rocking chair in the photo, holding a palm-leaf fan in his hand, looking at the camera reluctantly with a rigid and serious expression.

"Who is this?" Zuo Qing pointed at the old man and asked.

"It's Chen Lu's grandfather, Chen Yangrong."

Zuo Qing nodded, read all the documents, and fell into deep thought again.

"Have you ever visited Chen Lu home in all these years?"

"No, he never went back."

"strangeness……"

"What's wrong?"

"If nothing strange had happened in the fishing village when Chen Lu left home, and Chen Lu had never been back once in the past fifty years... then how did he know what had happened in the fishing village? Why did he think that as long as [Mask] and [Night] entered the fishing village, they would definitely die?"

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Fishing village.

The sun shone on the sparkling sea, and the white waves rolled up to the shore, causing the fishing boats on the shore to sway slightly.

Several fishermen walked out of the village, skillfully preparing their tools for going out to sea, and smiled and greeted each other while busying themselves:

"Erzhuzi, are you going out to sea today too?"

"Yes, it's such a pity not to go out to sea on such nice days."

"That's right. Let's drive as far as possible today and try to make a big profit."

"What? Are you short of money lately?"

"That's about right. My girl is about to give birth..."

"Oh, congratulations!"

"Hey, Lao Gou, why aren't you going out to sea today?"

Beside the anchored fishing boat, Chen Gou, wearing a coarse linen shirt, stood alone in front of the waves, staring at the sea in the distance in a daze.

After hearing the calls from other fishermen, Chen Gou finally came to his senses. After a moment of silence, he shook his head and said, "No, you guys go."

The other fishermen looked at each other, and seemed to be a little entangled. Finally, someone spoke up to comfort him: "Lao Gou...you should be more open-minded. This is how our business is. No one knows when you will not be able to come back from the sea. But no matter what, we have to continue living."

Seeing Chen Gou still standing there staring at the sea in a daze, the other fishermen shook their heads helplessly and went out to sea together in their fishing boats.

"Uncle Chen."

A voice came from behind Chen Gou.

He turned around and saw that An Qingyu had walked behind him at some point and was smiling at him.

"It's you?" Chen Gou asked in surprise, "Didn't you leave this morning?"

"Anyway, it's still early and I'm not in a hurry to go back. I've never seen a fishing village in my life, so I want to take a few more looks." An Qingyu sat down naturally on the shore next to Chen Gou.

Chen Gou looked at An Qingyu for a few times and nodded slightly, "Looking at your clothes, you do look like a child from a wealthy family in the city. It's normal that you have never seen fishing at sea."

"Uncle Chen, they are all out fishing, why don't you go?"

Chen Gou did not answer. He took out a cigarette from his bosom, put it in his mouth, lit it, and took a deep breath. The white smoke escaped with his breath and dissipated in the sea breeze. He stared at the sea in the distance and spoke slowly:

"A few days ago, my father and I went fishing at sea. We encountered a storm and the boat capsized... I was lucky enough to be picked up by other villagers' fishing boats, but my father was not."

"…My condolences." An Qingyu didn't know how to comfort Chen Gou and could only say these two words in the end.

Then, he looked at Chen Gou with some doubt, hesitated for a moment, and asked: "Uncle Chen, your father should be very old, right? At this age, does he still need to go out to sea to fish?"

"No, he hasn't been out to sea for many years." Chen Gou shook his head. "Didn't I tell you that I have a son who went out to make a living?"

"Um."

"He wrote to me a few days ago, saying that he had joined the army and that the food in the camp was not very good. When my father heard that he had joined the army, he was very happy and insisted on going out to sea to catch some big fish for him and send them to him to improve his food... But who knew that he would never come back after that."

An Qingyu fell silent.

"Actually, this is really no big deal." Chen Gou said with a vicissitude. "Going out to sea to fish is a gamble with your life. I have seen countless skilled fishermen buried in the sea. We are born in the sea, raised in the sea, and finally buried in the sea. It is also a good destination..."

Chen Gou paused and continued, "But this time it's different."

"What's the difference?"

"Yeah." Chen Gou said slowly, "These past two days... my father came to me in a dream."

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