How could this be??
My memories are becoming increasingly confused, and I feel like my previous memories are slowly fading away.
The soil, seeds, and poplar trees before my eyes also seem so unreal.
The only real thing was what these two said; I even felt that their bodies were light and airy.
Surely all of this is not just my imagination?
Having gone through so much, even if I were hallucinating, I could accept it.
After all, if they could even alter memories before, I think there's nothing impossible in this sea, or even near this manor.
I didn't think about anything else; I just stared at the bag of seeds in the shopkeeper's hand.
If we can't get the sea marrow ready-made, it would be good to take some back with us!
The scene is so bizarre; it's completely different from when Fatty Zhou was there.
Logically speaking, I'm more inclined to believe this guy surnamed He, but his expression is just so strange.
And if you want me to believe you, the most basic thing is to let me know how we got here!
"Brother, let's try to get as much sea marrow as possible from him, and then we'll think about running away."
At this moment, Yiyi lowered her voice and said.
She must have realized this too, because she quickly gave me advice.
I also tried to pound my head, then stepped forward and spoke to the man surnamed He first.
"Mr. He, could you show us the place where sea marrow is specifically grown? We'd really like to learn about fresh sea marrow!"
At this moment, Mr. He, who had just been somewhat humorous, suddenly brightened up. His mysterious smile vanished, replaced by pure delight.
He immediately put down the bag of seeds in his hand, walked to the middle of the dirt road, and led us along while talking.
"Of course! The soil was just turned over, and we'll plant it right away!"
He slowly squatted down and touched the empty ground with his palm.
As I squatted down, the pressure on the soles of my shoes increased, causing the weeds under my feet to make a crunching sound, as if they were chewing up some debris.
I frowned slightly. This grass shouldn't be brittle, right?
Without much thought, the boss led us to the edge of the earth.
A little damp dirt rubbed against his fingertips, while his uniform slowly sank into the dirt.
The soil, which had just been turned over, felt like someone pressing down on soft, rotten flesh when he pressed it in.
Then, Mr. He spoke slowly again, his smile becoming somewhat stiff.
"Last year there was too much rain, and half of the seeds rotted. This year it's dry, but they'll definitely grow..."
It will definitely work!
My heart tightened; his gaze seemed somewhat unhealthy.
It's the look in the eyes of someone who's almost obsessively pursuing success.
The waiter in the distance immediately poured cold water on the situation.
"Hey bro, we've tried twice already, and both times it just rotted in the ground."
He spoke as he dug into the soil with a shovel.
The soil, which the boss had just touched, was soft and felt like rotting flesh, but under the waiter's shovel, it felt like he was hitting something hard.
I looked over and wondered if the soil here was really that different.
Before I could even take a closer look, the sound of the Thunder Strike Sword echoed in my mind.
"Master, I smell a foul odor around here, and it seems to have a fishy smell too! It's coming from that direction!"
His voice trembled slightly.
I looked in the direction of the young man and couldn't help but open my mouth in surprise.
Could it be bones buried beneath him?
The young man knocked twice more, and when I listened, it really did sound like bones.
It was a dull, thumping sound.
Mr. He quickly snorted and gestured for the waiter to stop.
After noticing my gaze, the man looked very uncomfortable, immediately moved the shovel to the side, and continued digging.
It felt like a child who had done something wrong immediately stopping their prank.
I had a lot of doubts, but I didn't ask too many questions.
No matter what's down there, if I were to ask, I'd probably die down there!
Immediately afterwards, the waiter's expression also became strange.
They continued talking, following what the boss had just said.
"Brother, you know, they're not even planning to develop this area anymore. I don't know what those higher-ups are thinking. They've moved the city center to the east. Who's going to stay at our hotel now..."
Even if sea marrow were to actually grow... it would probably only be good for feeding the ground.
No… Hey! Feed the dogs, feed the cats…
At this moment, it seems he said something wrong again.
However, what he said surprised me a bit.
What does this mean?
They make growing sea marrow sound so easy.
In Fatty Zhou's eyes, this was a priceless treasure, and also the only straw to save the child's life.
How did it become feeding cats and dogs in his mouth?
And more importantly, what he said about the planning for this area...
Could it be that this place was originally intended to become prosperous?
I looked at the back of my head repeatedly, and it felt a little cold.
Boss He ignored him, his face full of annoyance, but he didn't seem to care because we were there.
He just stood there, frowning, doing his own thing.
I watched as he pulled an old, greasy tobacco pouch from his pocket, the tobacco loosely wrapped around it.
Not content with just one search, he pulled out a stack of small notebooks, each about half the size of his palm. He tore off a page, rolled it with tobacco, lit it, and began to smoke.
Before we could even take a few puffs, the pungent smell of smoke immediately wafted towards us, causing Yiyi next to me to cough a little.
It wasn't just that melancholy smell of smoke; there was also a faint, almost imperceptible, fishy odor mixed in.
It tastes like rotten leaves soaking in water.
I was puzzled. It did look somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite place it.
Perhaps it was because the water in this Dragon Palace was mixed in? I didn't think about it any further.
But just as he took a puff, he saw the waiter in the distance immediately pull out two fruit candies from his pocket; the wrappers were slightly yellowed.
He tossed one to each of us from afar, then gave the shopkeeper some instructions, just like he would show concern for an older brother.
"Keep smoking, I'll just smoke you to death!"
"Hehe, your throat can't take it, huh? Hurry up and soothe it!"
At this moment, the waiter also peeled one open and swallowed it quickly.
He seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it.
I slowly peeled off the candy wrapper. It was a little cold, not at all like something I'd kept in my pocket. I took a sniff, and this was definitely not candy. It tasted quite bitter.
Not only is the texture of bitter cane sugar extremely rough, but it also feels like touching bones.
"You little rascal, didn't I tell you I like sweets? Don't give me this stuff!"
The boss, surnamed He, raised his voice, as if he were scolding or reminding someone.
I noticed that his palms were starting to crack! Not only were they cracked, but there were also some hairs embedded in his fingernails!
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