The Skull Mountain at the bottom of the sea shocked Lu Yang and them, and the six people stood in front of the pile of Skull Mountain in a row, unable to speak for a long time.

Each skull represents a human life, if it weren't for Fang Jing's occasional accidental discovery, who would have known that there were so many unjust souls of Chinese workers buried under this reef?

Thinking about that darkest, most chaotic and painful history, thinking about the vast Pacific Ocean, I don't know how many such undersea souls there are, and what they see today is only the tip of the iceberg.

Fortunately, everyone was a person who had experienced great events, and after the initial shock, they quickly returned to calm, and everyone turned their eyes to Fang Jing in unison. Although he has the lowest force value of all people, now he is the boss, he is the boss, and everyone listens to him.

Fang Jing waved his hand, pointed to the scale of the oxygen cylinder, and pointed to the iron box hanging down in front of him, signaling everyone to start working.

The six of them first set up underwater cameras around them, and the images were transmitted to the ship through a guò cable.

The oxygen in the oxygen cylinder can only support them at the bottom of the sea for an hour and a half, and this is the bottom of the sea at a distance of sixty or seventy meters above sea level, and even if they wear decompression wetsuits, they should not work too long a day.

The crowd scattered, silently packing the surrounding skulls into an iron box. Because Cen Jiu's force value was the highest, Fang Jing decided that he would be in charge of guarding, and the other five people would be in charge of packing.

Decompression wetsuits are clumsy and inefficient to work on, and the skulls have been soaked in the sea for dozens of years, covered in moss and mud, and occasionally unknown strange creatures can swim out of it, which really challenges human endurance.

It took five days just to clean up the skulls, which were loaded into iron boxes and pulled up by cranes.

The skull was cleared, revealing the corner of the mast underneath.

There's a shipwreck down there!

Although Fang Jing had already expected it, he was not taken aback.

More than a month ago, in order to salvage the Siamese treasure ship, Dr. Li had already searched this sea area, and even a stone on the surrounding seabed had been figured out.

Fang Jing could only blame a qiē on the fact that the ghost flower seemed to have a hidden function, as for why this hidden function was so powerful that it couldn't even be scanned by the most advanced cantometry sonar, this was not the scope of his consideration.

Since he changed careers, he has really seen too many strange things like this, and the atheist materialist young man who was originally rooted in red roots has long since disappeared into the sea like a rolling wave, and he is moving more and more towards the road of theism, and he does not know when he will return.

Putting the last skull fragment he found into the iron box, Fang Jing made an OK gesture to the camera.

The hook slowly left the bottom of the sea with the iron box hanging on, and swayed towards the surface of the sea.

Fang Jing looked at the oxygen cylinder, which could still last for forty minutes, and decided to explore the wreck first.

The hull of this transport ship was torn apart because of the explosion, and the back half of the hull was almost completely destroyed, only the front half remained, the bow part was half stuck in the seabed, and the broken section was poked out of the sediment.

Fang Jing gestured to the people on both sides, and the six of them divided into two teams and observed around the wreck.

The still intact half-section of the hull was nearly ten meters wide, the steel hull was rusty, and there were many large and small fragments scattered around the hull, Fang Jing estimated that it should be the part of the hull that exploded during the explosion.

The six men carefully circled the wreck to the broken stern. Looking at the irregular and neat gap, it is not difficult to imagine how violently the transport ship experienced at that time.

Fang Jing raised his hand and touched the broken section, and took the lead in boarding the sunken ship.

Cen Jiu followed closely, Lu Yang and the others glanced at each other, and they also boarded the wreck.

This wreck was obviously different from the two wrecks that Fang Jing salvaged before, the hull part was almost all made of metal, and the valves sealing the hatch were rusted together, Fang Jing tried to open it, but it didn't move.

Cen Jiu patted him on the shoulder, motioned for him to step aside, grabbed the valve on the top with both hands, and twisted it hard.

Fang Jing only felt that the water around him was surging, a small water vortex rose from the valve position, a bubble surged up, and the valve slowly opened.

Everyone stepped forward together, and moved the hatch to the side, revealing a round passageway.

Fang Jing took off the overhead lamp and swept it in, it was dark inside, and he didn't know what there was.

Without water bubbles is just inconvenient and you can't see anything.

Fang Jing fixed the light on the diving mask above his head, held a speargun in his hand, and was about to jump in. Behind him, Cen Jiuyi grabbed him, pointed behind him, let him flash to the side, and took the lead in swimming.

"......" Fang Jing.

Cen Jiu entered the cabin, and Lu Yang and two other divers followed in, leaving Fang Jing and another diver to guard and release the wind outside.

Fang Jing paid attention to the movement of the surrounding seawater, and always paid attention to the scale of the oxygen cylinder.

Time passed little by little, and there was no news from the four people who had infiltrated the wreck, and at this time, the scale of the oxygen cylinder indicated that the oxygen in it was only enough to support twenty minutes.

Fang Jing's heart began to become agitated, although he believed that there should not be any great danger on this ship, but Cen Jiu and the others had not heard from them for a long time, and Fang Jing's originally determined heart also began to become uneasy.

Why hasn't it come up for so long? Obviously only half of the hull is left, the four of them should be able to detect it quickly, or is there some danger they have encountered under the water?

Just when Fang Jing couldn't wait and was about to enter the cabin in person, a few flashes of light finally appeared in the dark cabin.

Fang Jing suddenly perked up.

There is no light on the bottom of the sea at a depth of sixty meters, so there is no need to think that this light must be Cen Jiu and them.

He floated at the door of the cabin, poked his head in, and in a moment the calm water was stirred up and a jet-black head swam up from it.

Lu Yang swam up first, followed by the other two divers, and Cen Jiu was the last.

Fang Jing wanted to ask them how the situation was on the boat, but he couldn't speak, so he was so anxious that he gestured again and again.

The four of them glanced at each other, Lu Yang shook his head, and Fang Jing was stunned.

Is there no treasure in this cabin? He had seen in his dream that the captain had carried several boxes of gold, silver and jewels onto the ship, but had they all sunk to the bottom of the sea?

Although he has a powerful golden finger, the sea is vast, the tide rises and falls, and the treasures scattered in the sea water, after decades of the influence of ocean currents and tides, have long since sunk to the bottom of the sea.

Is he really going to do a day job this time?

Fang Jing felt an indescribable disappointment in his heart, he even did not hesitate to spend huge manpower, material resources and energy on this salvage, and the conventional salvage was just to make this wreck appear in the public eye, did he want to salvage an empty ship?

Oh no, and more than five hundred skulls! And he also made a wish to send these skulls back to his hometown to the ghost flowers of this sea!

Now he hasn't even salvaged anything valuable, and he estimates that this time he will even lose his pants.

Why is it that others can only make a loss-making transaction when they can catch tens of millions of billions of treasures worth hundreds of millions of meters?

Fang Jing felt the malice coming from the entire Great Universe.

Obviously he just wants to do a good deed and make a little money by the way, why is it so difficult?

It was probably because his resentment was so deep that Lu Yang felt it through the diving suit, and Lu Yang raised his bulky hand and stretched it out in front of him.

The heavy mechanical hand reached out, revealing a blackened silver coin in the palm of his hand.

Fang Jing knew that Lu Yang and they were just lying to themselves, and he was immediately overjoyed.

And he said, "Oh! With so much preparation, and even such troublesome wishes, how could it be an empty ship?

He still wanted to ask something, but the oxygen in the oxygen cylinder was only enough to last for another ten minutes, and no matter how many questions he asked, Fang Jing made a gesture and motioned for everyone to go back to the boat first.

When they got into the water, they were lifted down by a crane, but when they returned to the boat, they had to swim up on their own.

Back on the tugboat, Fang Jing took off his diving mask, and with the help of Xiao Ze and a few of them, he carefully took off the diving suit weighing more than 100 pounds, and couldn't wait to ask, "How is it?" ”

Did you find anything else besides gold?

Lu Yang handed him the gold coin he had gotten, and Fang Jing took it and looked at it.

THE OBVERSE OF THE SILVER COIN WAS ABOUT THIRTY OR SO MILLIMETERS IN DIAMETER, AND ON THE OBVERSE OF THE DOLLAR WAS AN EAGLE WITH WINGS SPREAD ON ONE LEG ON A CACTUS, WITH A LONG SNAKE BEAK, THE TAIL OF WHICH WAS NOT CONNECTED TO THE EAGLE'S WINGS, AND A STRING OF SPANISH WORDS "REPUBLIKAMEXIKANA" ENGRAVED ABOVE THE EDGE; In the center of the back of the dollar is a free soft hat surrounded by a circle of pillars of light of varying lengths, and the brim is also engraved with a string of free Spanish.

This is actually a Mexican straight-edged eagle.

Fang Jing was suddenly overjoyed, he thought that the most salvaged was the coinage of the Celestial Dynasty of the Republic of China, but he didn't expect it to be the Mexican Eagle Ocean.

The Mexican Eagle Ocean is a new coinage used after Mexico's independence in 1821, because it has the best fineness, and it has not changed for many years, and it has become a market currency after flowing into the Celestial Dynasty, and it is considered a relatively valuable currency.

Such a pure Mexican Eagle Ocean, even if it is sold separately, at the current weak silver price, it can be worth **ten yuan, if it is those ancient coin collectors, it will be even more expensive, and a good Eagle Ocean can be worth at least four or five hundred.

"How many?" Fang Jing asked.

"A lot." It was another diver who replied, "I guess there can be two or three tons." ”

Fang Jing: "?!! ”

So much!

Let him do the math.

A Mexican Eagle Ocean standard weighs 27.7 grams, a catty is about eighteen pieces, three tons and six thousand catties, how many pieces? One hundred and eight thousand. How much is a 400 piece, 108,000 pieces?

Fang Jing, a math scumbag, said that he didn't seem to be a little out of calculation.

It's all money!

Get rich!

Fang Jing's right hand formed a fist, and a punch hit the palm of his left hand, cutting it out categorically.

"Fish! No matter how hard it is, this ship must be salvaged. ”

In the following days, everyone on board entered the intensive salvage stage.

Because there were only six sets of decompression diving suits, Fang Jing and the others took turns to go into the water to salvage silver coins, and boxes of silver dollars were loaded in iron boxes and hoisted up from the bottom of the sea, and it took a full month and a half to finally salvage all the silver dollars scattered around, a total of eight boxes were hoisted, in addition, there were a small number of gold and precious stones.

Fang Jing cleaned out a cabin and stacked the salvaged silver coins neatly in the box. In the small cabin, there were eight chests of the same size, which were salvaged treasures, carefully placed together.

Fang Jing pushed open the cabin next door again. In that cabin were forty or fifty larger chests, and in them were skulls that had been fished out before. He sorted out the skulls and put them in a sealed box, extracted the air and sealed them, and waited until they went ashore to find a professional to confirm their identities before returning them to their hometown.

There were more than five hundred complete skulls, as well as a pile of broken skull fragments, containing forty-six sealed boxes.

"Please be patient and wait a little longer, and I will be able to send you home soon."

Fang Jing closed the last box and said in a low voice.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and it circled around Fang Jing several times, and then disappeared without a trace.

Fang Jing suddenly had goosebumps all over his body, dancing on his arms, refusing to think about the ship's windows closed, and close to the innermost cabin, where did this breeze come from?

Compared to the treasure on the ship, the hull part is more difficult to salvage.

Part of the shipwreck was buried by seabed silt, and the bow part of the hull at the front was covered with silt several meters thick, which made salvage even more difficult.

After more than two months of dredging and salvage work, the wreck finally slowly surfaced under the towing force of two tugboats.

Fang Jing stood on the deck, looking at the broken transport ship with only half of the hull left, tears of excitement, and he was speechless for a long time.

This is the first ship he salvaged in the true sense, and it is of great significance.

Fortunately, a qiēshun lì.