"Walk through the Graeme Jungle, where there is a coast where only the light of dawn can be seen, and the sun cannot be seen... On the small island of Montego Bay, there lives an old wise man..."

In the silent night, Zheng Fei held the parchment in both hands, and by the faint light of the oil lamp, he muttered the scattered information in his mouth, and his eyes were focused. Pen fun and pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, he understood one thing.

This information is by no means the work of an ancient people, as all the names of the Americas were given by Europeans after the discovery of the New World.

Who, then, wrote them down in the ancient books, and who wanted to guide him to the Fountain of Youth? Could it be another traverser?

But what was the man's purpose?

Unconsciously, Zheng Fei furrowed his brows and took a long breath, falling into deep thought.

Perhaps these mysteries can only be solved after the Mayans find the Fountain of Youth.

Thinking of this, he picked up the pile of parchment again and continued his research.

Soon it was late at night, and he felt a little tired from the long hours of his mind, so he decided to go out and have a drink in the sea breeze.

At this time, everyone had already slept, and there was no one on the deck of Nuoda, which seemed empty.

He filled the flask with whiskey and carried it to the bow of the boat, staring at the dark sea level and sipping in the wind.

The medieval sea is so quiet at night, so quiet that you can only hear the sound of the waves crashing against the hull of the ship, as if playing a beautiful music, which is refreshing.

After a while of the wind, his swollen mind was much clearer, and he was ready to go back to the house to continue studying the information and figure it out as soon as possible.

Just as he turned around, he suddenly heard an unfamiliar voice from above.

"Hey, haven't you slept yet?"

Looking up, I could vaguely see a man standing on the watchtower by the moonlight, burly but unable to see his face.

"You..."

Probably because of the reason of looking up, coupled with the fact that there was a bright and flickering moon behind that person, Zheng Fei suddenly felt an inexplicable sacredness and trembled slightly.

In my mind, a thought flashed like lightning: Could it be that he is the mastermind behind all this?!

"Come up and talk to me. The man sighed.

Hearing this, Zheng Fei did not hesitate for a moment, suppressed his excitement, and ran up the watchtower in three steps and two steps.

The moment he reached the top of the tower, he froze.

It's Brad... Burst...

"What's that look on your face?" Brad wondered as he looked at his stunned face.

"You... Why did your voice change?" Zheng Fei patted the back of his head in disappointment.

"Oh, I haven't bathed on the island for so many days, I soaked in the sea during the day, and I might have a little cold when the wind blows at night. Brad snorted and took a warm sip from the flask.

"Okay. Zheng Fei answered, then stopped talking, and leaned on the guardrail with his arms on the guardrail and looked up at the bright moon, reverie.

Brad has always been cold, but this time the situation is special, he has never talked to anyone else for so long on the island, he is a little restless in his heart, and he has a desire to express it.

"Can you tell me what you're thinking?" Brad curious.

"What else could there be, of course, the Fountain of Youth. Zheng Fei smiled, turned his head to look at him, and asked, "If we really find the Fountain of Youth, and it really has the effect of eternal youth, what do you want to do after taking it?"

"Huh. Brad smiled happily, but the smile was fleeting, replaced by a deep indifference.

Zheng Fei never thought that his answer would be: "Even if I help you find it, I won't take it." ”

"Why?" Zheng Fei said, surprised.

"Why should I live so long? What can I do when I live? It is precisely because of the time limit that life has its meaning and is worth cherishing. ”

Brad's indifferent words made Zheng Fei move, and he quietly raised his head and looked at the sea shrouded in darkness in the distance.

Yes, such a simple truth, but few people can understand.

After a moment of silence, Brad hung his head and spoke again.

"Even if I go back to what I was when I was younger, what can I do? The friends I had at that time, the life I had at that time, the people I had at that time, were long gone, and now I don't want to fight for anything. ”

Feeling the sea breeze, Brad's eyes coexisted with grievance and calmness, he smiled lightly, and said indifferently: "I don't want to live too long, let's accept the arrangement of fate." ”

Everything he said was deeply engraved in Zheng Fei's mind.

However, he still couldn't change Zheng Fei's determination to find the Fountain of Youth.

Brad was once a palace killer in Europe, suffering in hatred and confusion for more than ten years, and after repenting, he has seen through everything, forgetting the so-called ambition, and just wants to spend the rest of his life in peace.

Zheng Fei is different, he is a person with a strong desire for knowledge, he still has unfinished dreams and undiscovered secrets, and he still has many, many expectations and aspirations.

In order to have more time to do this, he had to find the Fountain of Youth.

Throwing his neck back to drink the whiskey in the pot, Zheng Fei threw his arm as usual, letting it plop into the current that fell into the Atlantic Ocean.

The wind was getting stronger, and it was blowing a little cold, as if to remind him to go back to the house and continue to study the information.

"I'm leaving, why don't you go back to sleep so late?" he patted Brad on the shoulder.

"No, the experience on the island has prevented me from falling asleep at night, and it may take a long time to adjust. Brad smiled wryly and raised an eyebrow: "Good night, Captain." ”

Zheng Fei shrugged his shoulders and walked slowly down the watchtower.

Sitting back at his desk, he felt that the light was too dim and lit another lamp, turned the parchment to a new page, looked at the seemingly unrelated names and symbols, and twisted his eyebrows.

I don't know how long it took, but his stomach rumbled twice, and he thought that it would be better to have a cup of hot milk at this time.

At this moment, the door was slammed twice.

"Please come in. He habitually said, his eyes still not off the parchment, wondering who had not slept so late.

The door creaked open, and a tantalizing aroma swept in.

When I looked up, I saw Britney holding a dinner plate and gently placing it on the table.

"Well, hot milk and your favorite barbecue for supper. She put her hands to her mouth and sighed, as if it was a little cold.

"Why aren't you sleeping yet?" Zheng Fei looked at her reproachfully.

"Because I know you didn't sleep either. She deliberately made a cute expression: "Eat it while it's hot, it's such a cold day, and it'll be cold later." ”

Looking at her watery eyes, Zheng Fei didn't say anything, gently picked up her hands, put them in the palms and rubbed them, warm.

"Thank you. He whispered.

"If you really want to thank me, hurry up and finish these things, rest early and get up tomorrow to watch, it's not good to stay up late. She nunus.