Disappointed!

I thought there would be something in the drawer, but it turned out to be a piece of parchment.

Skill book? No.

Map? Neither is it.

So is it a drawing?

No way! If these things are true, then what am I disappointed about!

After several appraisals of the Heavenly Eye, I finally determined that what was recorded on the parchment was a love poem.

Yes, love poems!

"I live at the head of the Yangtze River, you live at the end of the Yangtze River, I think about you every day, I don't see you, and I drink the water of the Yangtze River. When will this water stop? When has this hatred ended? I only hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will live up to it and love you. ”

A few lines were written, and this love poem that has been passed down through the ages is described in several different languages. Of course, there are other words that I can't read. I can only make out the language I am familiar with from the long blurred handwriting, and in terms of format, several other words are translations of the poem.

I can't figure out why the owner of this room locks a love poem in a drawer, and what special value does it have?

Even though the things I worked so hard to get were worthless, I put them in my backpack. These days, I can't say anything for sure, just take the painting I snatched from the unhappy place, it's broken, but I'm still keeping it.

Sometimes judging whether something has value or not is not the thing itself, but what it means to people. It's like an ordinary stone, the kind that can be seen everywhere on the edge of the Yangtze River. Perhaps, it is also a family heirloom in someone's mind. The key is what kind of story was born on this stone, and what the owner of this story would think in his heart.

Put away the parchment on which you wrote love poems. There is nothing meaningful in this room that is worth my stay. Turn around. Pushing open the rotten door, there was a wide corridor outside.

Like all sailors' warehouses, the corridors were lined with identical wooden doors, and there were about twenty or thirty of them. Some of the wooden doors were open to the inside. Some of them have long since been destroyed, leaving only half of the planks that "squeak and squeak" and sway. The qiē in the room is relatively simple, all the same hammocks, benches, wardrobes or something, and when I walked to the end of the stairs, there was no special appearance, and I didn't see the unhappy figure.

I walked upstairs, and it was very different from the floor below. Not only is the number of rooms much less, but each one is relatively gorgeously furnished. Even after a long immersion in the sea, I could still get on the velvet curtains, the mahogany dressers, the silver mirrors, and the delicate utensils. I vaguely found the scene of the sun.

This room must have been inhabited by the first mate or something, and the mottled nautical chart on the wall was nailed with a few small copper nails, as if to indicate the location. It's a pity that this picture is no longer visible, otherwise I would have liked to keep him.

It was supposed to be a housekeeper, as could be seen from the pages of a broken ledger peeking out of the overturned boxes on the floor.

This one is the big one. Apparently the captain lives. Whether it's the intricately carved vintage-style bed, the long table by the window, or the chaise longue that even now shows its worthwhile, and the full-length mirror inlaid with the pearl of the night...... This qiē is telling us what kind of luxurious life this great captain lived during his lifetime.

And the captain clearly preferred Oriental art. Because on the treasure shelves that are several meters long, ceramic jade accounts for at least more than half, and the rest are all kinds of toys collected from all over the world. It's a pity that those once priceless antiques were destroyed by that disaster, and all that was left behind was a few fragments of Changchang, which could not be used again.

I picked up an iron fan that looked fairly intact, threw it up, and finally threw it back to the ground. Even the night pearl set in the mirror was cut off by me, and it instantly lost its brilliance. The system is so fucking slamming that it doesn't let you pick up anything.

But then again. Bu Ji came half an hour ahead of me, and if there was anything of value, I was afraid that he would have picked it up a long time ago.

With that in mind, I sped up and swam to the next room.

I stood in front of a door on the third floor, carefully studying what I was seeing.

Door. A wooden door. To be exact, these are two brand new wooden doors.

The jujube red flower edges are staggered into two completely symmetrical hollow cases, faintly revealing the snow-white screen window inside. Two semicircular pieces of metal, one on the left and one on the right, form a shiny coiling dragon motif from the right, and a pair of gold rings are inlaid underneath, which are used for sliding doors or locking handles.

I wouldn't be surprised if I had seen such a door elsewhere in heaven and earth. Because its style is not surprising, except for a little gorgeous, a little finer, it seems to be no different from other wooden doors. But I can't help but be surprised that this door is here, at the bottom of the sea, on this ancient ship that has sunk for an unknown number of years.

It looked so clean, even the sheen on the handle was so bright, as if someone had carefully polished it just a few minutes ago.

Suddenly I came back to my senses, and I had been standing at this doordoor for I don't know how long. After thinking about it again, I reached out and carefully pushed the wooden door.

It wasn't as heavy as I had imagined, and with the touch of my fingertips, the two doors were already open. A refreshing current of water rushed in front of you, forming a clear dividing line with the murky waters outside at the door.

There was a milky white glow in the room, which was not unfamiliar to me, it was the unique light of the Night Pearl.

I poked my head and looked inside, and it was a little empty, not because there wasn't much in it. It's because it's too big. Compared to other rooms. It's at least ten times the size of the sailors' rooms, and it's the only one that can compare with it. That's what I think of as the captain's room.

In a large room, there is a huge glass jar (or crystal jar?). Judging by the shape and its height, this is definitely not a swimming pool, although it is already the size of a small swimming pool.

In my judgment, it should be a fish tank. It's like a rich man's house with a lot of money and can't find a place to spend it. You'll have one of these fish tanks. Of course, it will not be any small fish and shrimp, but high-end species such as silver dragons.

However, the fish tank in front of him was empty. Not to mention aristocratic fish species such as silver dragons, there is not even a shadow of a small shrimp.

It's right to think about it, the ship has sunk to the bottom of the sea. No matter what kind of fish was kept in this fish tank, it should have run away a long time ago. However, the strange thing is that not only is there no fish in the fish tank, but even the usual rockeries and algae are not at all, and the whole fish tank is completely clean and transparent. Even with a magnifying glass, you can't find a speck of dust inside.

"It's weird." I muttered to myself and walked around to the other side of the room. Suddenly, he froze in place.

It turns out that this room not only has a strange door, a strange fish tank, but also a strange person standing.

This person will certainly not be unhappy, nor will he be a quest player outside of unhappiness, but an npnetbsp; If it weren't for NPCs, I don't believe any player could have such a perfect face. Played the world for so long, except for the golden dragon prince of the West. Except for the Steward Lei Ao of the Heavenly Wounded Family, I have never seen a face like this. Compare it to this face. Those stars who are popular all over the country should really be killed by their heads.

He stood quietly in the corner of the room, staring at the big empty fish tank in front of him with motionless eyes. The pale face did not show any expression, but it exuded a cold and handsome beauty.

The man was holding a Guqin in his arms, and there were more than 20 night pearls of the same size on the piano, and gold and silver silk were hung at both ends, and at the end of each silk silk was tied a night pearl that was large enough for a dragon's eye, which was extremely gorgeously decorated, but only one thing was missing. The same thing that any piano should have - strings.

Strange doors. Strange fish tanks, strange people, and strange pianos!

I whispered something in my heart, but I didn't dare to say it out loud.

Because my Heavenly Eye Technique tells me, that guy is definitely not easy to mess with.

Name: Question mark.

Occupation: Question mark.

Grade: Question mark.

HP: Question mark.

Genshami: Question mark.

Skill: A series of question marks.

Together, so many question marks can only mean one thing - this guy is a big wave of SS, at least above seventy, maybe even higher. More bull b.

In front of such a big man, I, a little Taoist priest, had better be well-behaved, occasionally pretend to be a pig, and maybe even eat a big tiger.

"How did you get in?" The man spoke suddenly, but his eyes never looked at me, as if all he was in front of him was a cloud of air, or more fully that he was a big man. There is no one in the eyes, and it has always been the patent of the big guys.

"Are you asking me?" I pointed to myself to make sure the mysterious NPC was really talking to me, then pointed to the wooden door behind me and said, "Of course it came in from outside." "Of course, if you want to say that I swam in, I added in a whisper in my heart.

It was because of this finger that I appeared, and the two maroon wooden doors had closed at some point. It gave me a sense of foreboding.

The mysterious man was silent for a long time, and then said slowly: "You have the breath of a dragon on your body, otherwise you would not be able to open the seal on the door and enter this room." ”

Dragon's breath?

What does it mean?

Dragon's blood? There are still a few bottles on the body.

Dragon scales, that's more, are prepared for Yaya's dragon transformation skills.

But do these things give me the breath of a dragon? I really didn't expect that I would need to bring something from the dragon to enter the door, and I don't know if that guy has ever been here. I don't think he happens to have dragon scales and dragon blood on him, right? This kind of "high-end goods" is not affordable for everyone.

Then again, I haven't seen her since I got into this strange ship. I don't know where to run.

"Bring it." The mysterious man stretched out his hand at me, and his cold gaze finally turned to me, making me shiver.

"Take what? Dragon's blood? I muttered for a while, and then I took a bottle of dragon blood from my backpack and handed it over.

The mysterious man's eyes were clear, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger in his heart, but he quickly recovered and said coldly: "The blood of a mere frog can also be passed off as dragon blood? Amusing! ”

Not dragon's blood? That's dragon scales.

I was about to take out a piece of dragon scales, when a question suddenly came to mind, since this guy knows that the dragon blood in my hand is produced from the frog, then the scales I picked from the frog are naturally not serious dragon scales. So what does he mean by the breath of the dragon that I possess in my body...... Yaya?

Yaya's Dragon Soul Order was not taken out casually, I stared at the NPC in front of me vigilantly, and asked carefully, "You mean the Dragon Soul Order on my body?" I can't give that thing to you. ”

"Dragon Soul Order?" The mysterious man twitched all over, as if he had heard something terrible. And in the next second, there was one more thing in his hand - the Dragon Soul Order.

Damn, the system is robbing people? Lao Tzu wants to sue! npnetbsp; Although I kept protesting in my heart, in fact, I didn't dare to move.

What the hell is this guy, he can even take the contents of my backpack and not even move his feet. If he was going to kill me just now, it is estimated that I would have been standing on the resurrection point of Yangzhou City at this time.

Maybe it's really like Bu Ji said, the task here is related to Yaya, maybe, I can find a chance to resurrect Yaya?

Thinking of this, the hope in my heart suddenly burned again, Yaya, the soul of the dragon, is already perverted enough, if I can find my true body...... Hahahaha! Don't be too cool!

Carefully studying the Dragon Soul Token in his hand, the mysterious man seemed to breathe a long sigh of relief, shook his head and said, "It's not her...... It's good that it's not her ......."

What is she and not her, I really can't figure out what this NPC is muttering in its mouth. I said indignantly, "Since this is not what you want, then please give it back to me." ”

I spoke very politely, I actually used the word trouble, no way, I know that others can't be provoked, and I don't need to touch that moldy head.

"Pay you back?" The mysterious man sneered and said to me, "Just because you are a small ghost clan, you are also qualified to have the Dragon Soul Order?" Even if the Eastern Divine Dragon is dead, its soul is extremely noble, how can it fall into the hands of you, a ghost Taoist who is not like this. ”

What is a ghost Taoist who is not degenerate?

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