Unknown oceans.

Floating Island.

The long-distance steamer from the magic capital came to rest calmly beside the land.

Fortunately, the ship did not touch the reef and came to rest relatively smoothly at sea.

The wind and waves on the island are much lighter.

Compared to looking in the direction of the magic capital, the dark clouds over there are as black as the universe, and it is raining heavily, and it is like a drizzle here.

The people on board disembarked one after another, realizing that their destination had been reached.

Emperor Han appeared in front of an intersection.

He stopped.

In front of him, there is a broken wordless stele.

It is said that there is no word, but Emperor Han is still keenly aware of a few thin traces from this stone stele, which are inconspicuous traces left after being rubbed by the years.

Behind him, a group of people ran over panting.

There are Uncle Hammer, there is Situ Feng, there are also middle-aged uncle crews, and young crew members.

They were all shocked to find that on this lonely island above the sea, there was such a neat downward passage!

What's even more weird is that this passage is obviously a trace of man-made construction!

Along the way, as they galloped over the ocean, they didn't even see a trace of land anywhere else than the island.

It can be said that this island is as vast as a grain of sand above the ocean of the entire planet.

But the man in front of him didn't just find it.

And here, there are traces of the construction of predecessors.

Even, down here, I'm afraid it may be some huge project!

Emperor Han knew that everyone was coming over.

But he also knows that not everyone can go down.

So Emperor Han turned to look at everyone: "I'll go down to see the situation, you are all waiting on the boat." ”

"You follow me, I don't have the heart to distract and protect you."

Although he was telling the truth, Emperor Han was indeed too direct, and this kind of thing was not very popular.

However, the young crew member thought and quickly nodded.

In the face of the unknown, there may be some moths down there, they are still young, what if something happens to them?

At least one ship was guarded, and there was enough food and drink on board to live for a long time.

If Emperor Han never returned, they could also sail back by boat.

Anyway, everyone has 100 million in their bank card.

As long as they can go back alive, then they will usher in a great future life!

The middle-aged uncle crew doesn't matter.

In front of him, Emperor Han is the boss, and naturally whatever the boss says, they will do what they do.

However, these old people in the small fishing village seem to have some intention of wanting to go down.

Uncle Hammer looked at Emperor Han: "Could this be the reason for their disappearance?" ”

Faced with such a direct inquiry, Emperor Han answered Uncle Hammer directly.

"Possibly."

Then, Emperor Han looked all the way to other places.

"I found traces of human life on this island, and although the surrounding ships have disappeared, it is possible that the vanished ships have long since sunk to the bottom of the sea."

Hearing these words, Uncle Hammer's intention to go down was even more determined.

"I'll go down with you, I don't need you to take care of me, I'll die below as an old bone."

"But I'm going to get them back!"

When Uncle Hammer said this, his eyes suddenly lit up.

Emperor Han faced such a stubborn Uncle Hammer.

His gaze looked at Situ Feng.

To be honest, Situ Feng was a little scared.

Because his instincts told him that it must be very dangerous down there, and that there was a chance that he would encounter a dead man.

However, from the moment he jumped into the sea to catch the ship.

He had long since put life and death behind him.

Since, they were ready to die at the beginning.

So how can we retreat because of the unknown now?

Thinking of this, Situ Feng looked at Emperor Han very firmly.

"I'll go down with you too, and at the same time take care of Uncle Hammer, he's old and needs someone to follow."

In the face of such stubborn demands from these two people.

Emperor Han eventually relented.

"All but the two of you are back on board."

In the end, the three people who entered the Ocean Tomb were chosen.

They are Emperor Han, Uncle Hammer, and Situ Feng.

Before going down.

Uncle Hammer specially instructed the old men and women of the same age in the small fishing village.

This voyage was also thanks to the help of these old sailors, who used their experience to help the ship sail smoothly to the other side.

"Old friends, you are all happy, let's go down in your place!"

"If you can't see us come back for ten days and a half months, then there is a high probability that something will happen to us."

"Now that something happened, you who are still alive don't have to wait for us."

Uncle Hammer explained the aftermath earnestly.

He glanced at Emperor Han, and Emperor Han was silent, which meant that he agreed with his approach.

"Then get rid of you and take them back."

As he spoke, Uncle Hammer patted the shoulder of the middle-aged uncle's crew in front of him.

The middle-aged uncle's crew looked at Uncle Hammer in front of him, and the expression on his face was very complicated.

"I see."

Uncle Hammer nodded with a smile.

"Alright, let's go down."

The people in the back waved to the people entering.

Situ Feng carried a thick bag full of food and all kinds of necessities like a flashlight.

Three people, just like that, walked down the stairs.

......

Far north.

Port of the Sea of Okhotsk.

There is a port that does not freeze all year round.

Ships from both the East and the West of the world pass through this port.

It was the easternmost port of the Tsardom.

On the harbor in an endless stream.

There are constantly fishing boats, cargo boats going up and down, and of course passenger ships carrying people to and fro.

The nature of these passenger ships is complex and uncomplicated.

In the midst of a crowd of Tsarist men with large waists, walked two mysterious men in long cloaks.

The two men were tall and low, like an adult with an underage child.

It's just that their faces are all hidden under the cloak of long clothes, and their true faces cannot be seen clearly.

The surrounding fierce tsarist men, although in the cold world, are still shirtless and doing hard work in full swing.

Quite a few people were attracted by this strange combination.

They all cast their eyes over and looked at the two men curiously.

"What strange two people."

"Looking at their figures, they don't seem to be from our country."

"If you look at the direction they're heading, are they people smuggled from somewhere?"

Several men gathered around and exchanged words in authentic Tsarist Chinese.

Chao Hongfeng is a person who does the business of long-distance transportation.

A native of the south of Dahua.

Now the cargo ship is parked in the port of the Sea of Okhotsk, waiting for the shirtless white people to carry the goods for him, and then settle the bill and start the ship.

As a shrewd businessman, Chao Hongfeng is very good at making money from these foreigners.

Just as he was urging these workers in a broken Tsarist Chinese.

Two people in long clothes and cloaks slowly walked in front of him.

His expression was slightly stunned, and the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground.