disappointment!

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

Skill Book? No.

Map? Not either.

So are the items making drawings?

Damn! If these things are really the case, why would I be disappointed?

After several identifications of the Tianyan Technique, I finally confirmed that the parchment recorded a poem - love poem.

Yes, love poem!

"I live on the head of the Yangtze River, and you live on the tail of the Yangtze River. I miss you every day but don't see you, and I drink the Yangtze River water together. When will this water stop? When will this hatred be gone? I just hope that your heart is like my heart, and I will never let you down and my lovesickness."

After reading a few lines of words, I used several different languages ​​to describe this love poem that has been passed down through the ages. Of course, I can't understand the other words. I can only recognize the language I am familiar with from those already blurred words. From the format point of view, the other words are also translations of this poem.

I was a little confused. Why did the owner of this room lock a love poem in a drawer? Could it be that it has any special value?

Even though the things I got were worthless no matter how hard I tried, I still put them in my backpack. Nowadays, nothing can be said, just take a look at the painting I snatched from Buleji. It was obviously broken, but I still kept it in good condition.

Sometimes, whether a thing has value does not depend on the thing itself, but on its meaning to people. Just like an ordinary stone, the kind that can be seen everywhere on the Yangtze River. Perhaps, it is also a family heirloom in someone's mind. The key is what kind of story happened on this stone, and what will the owner of this story think in his heart.

Put away the parchment paper that writes affectionate poems. There is nothing meaningful in this room that is worth staying. Turn around and push open the already decaying door. There is a wide corridor outside.

Just like all sailor warehouses, the corridors are all the same wooden doors, which look like about twenty or thirty rooms. Some of the wooden doors are open inwards. Some have been destroyed long ago, leaving only half of the wooden boards shaking constantly. Everything in the room is relatively simple, all of them are hammocks, benches, wardrobes, etc. When I walked to the end of the stairs, I never found any special discoveries, nor did I see the unhappy figure.

I walked upstairs and it was very different from the floor below. Not only were there a lot of rooms, but each room was also arranged relatively gorgeously. Even after a long period of soaking sea water, I could still vaguely find the scene of Chen Ri from the velvet curtains, mahogany dressing tables, silver mirrors, and fine utensils.

This room should be lived by people like the first mate. There are a few small copper nails nailed on the mottled nautical chart on the wall, as if it indicates where it is. Unfortunately, this picture can no longer be seen clearly, otherwise I would still want to keep him.

The housekeeper should be living here, and this can be seen from the broken account books exposed in the overturned box on the ground.

This big one is obviously where the captain lives. Whether it is the finely carved retro bed, the long table placed by the window, or the lounge chair that can be seen even now, and the full-length mirror with night pearls inlaid... all of this tells us what a luxurious life this great captain lived in his lifetime.

Moreover, the captain obviously prefers oriental artworks. Because on the treasure display shelf that is several meters long, ceramics and jades account for at least half, and the rest are all kinds of things found in the world. Unfortunately, those once priceless antiques were destroyed by the disaster, and all that were left behind were fragments of tiles and fragments, which were impossible to use again.

I picked up an iron fan that looked pretty intact, threw it on it with a Sky Eye technique, and finally threw it back to the ground. Even after I snatched the Night Pearl in the mirror, it instantly lost its luster. The system is so fucking stingy that I don't want to pick up anything.

But then again, Buleji came in half an hour before me. If there was any valuable item, he would have picked it up long ago.

Thinking of this, I speeded up and swam to the next room.

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

The door, a wooden door. To be precise, these should be two brand new wooden doors.

The maroon flower edges are interlaced in two completely symmetrical hollowed-out cases, faintly revealing the snow-white screen windows inside. Two semicircular metal pieces on the left and right form a shiny dragon pattern from the middle, with a pair of gold rings underneath, which are handles for sliding doors or locks.

If I had seen such a door in other places in the world, I wouldn't have been surprised because its style is not surprising. Apart from being a little more gorgeous and finer in workmanship, it seems to be no different from other wooden doors. But this door appears here, on this seabed, on this ancient ship that has sunk for many years, I can't help but be surprised.

It looks so clean, even the luster on the handle is so bright, as if someone carefully polished it just a few minutes ago.

I suddenly came to my senses and I had been standing at this door for a long time. After thinking about it for a while, I still reached out and carefully pushed the wooden door.

It was not as heavy as I imagined. Just the force of my fingertips, the two doors had already opened. A stream of clear water rushed towards me, forming a clear dividing line with the turbid sea water outside at the door.

There were bursts of milky white light coming from the room. This light is not unfamiliar to me, it is the unique light of the Night Pearl.

I poked my head and looked in. It seemed a little empty, not because there were not many things here, but because it was too big. Compared with other rooms, it was at least ten times more than those sailors' rooms, and the only thing that could be compared with it was probably the captain's room I thought.

If there is a huge glass cylinder (or crystal cylinder?) in a large room, it will definitely not be a swimming pool, although it can be equivalent to a small swimming pool.

According to my judgment, it should be a fish tank. Just like a wealthy man who has too much money to find a place to spend, he will have a fish tank like this. Of course, the ones raised in it will not be small fish and shrimps, but high-end varieties similar to silver dragons.

However, the fish tank in front of me was empty. Not to mention a noble fish species such as Silver Dragon, there was not even a shadow of a small shrimp.

It's right to think about it. The boat has sunk to the bottom of the sea. No matter what fish it was in the fish tank, it should have run away long ago. But strangely, not only does there not have fish in the fish tank, but there are not even any rockery and algae that usually exist. The whole fish tank is clean and completely transparent. Even with a magnifying glass, it is impossible to find a grain of dust inside.

"It's so strange." I talked to myself and walked around the other side of the room. Suddenly I was stunned.

It turned out that there were not only strange doors and strange fish tanks in this room, but also a strange person stood.

This person will definitely not be a quest player other than a quest, but an NPC.

If it weren't for NPC, I wouldn't believe that any player could have such a perfect face. After playing around with the world for so long, I have never seen a face like this one, except for the Golden Dragon Prince in the West and the Thunder Ao Butler from the Heavenly Swordsman. Compared with this face, those celebrities who are popular all over the country should have hit the head and killed them.

He stood quietly in the corner of the room, staring at the empty big fish tank in front of him without moving. His pale face had no expression, but exuded a kind of cold and handsome beauty.

The man was holding a guqin in his arms, with about twenty night pearls of the same size embedded in the piano, with gold and silver silk ribbons hanging at both ends. At the ends of each silk ribbon, there was a night pearl as big as a longan eye, which was decorated very gorgeously, but there was only one thing missing. One thing that any piano should have - strings.

Strange Gate, Strange Fish Tank, Strange People, and Strange Piano!

I muttered in my heart, but didn't dare to say it loudly.

Because my Sky Eye Art told me that that guy is definitely not easy to mess with.

Name: Question mark.

Occupation: Question mark.

Level: Question mark.

Blood volume: Question mark.

Yuanshen: Question mark.

Skill: a series of question marks.

So many question marks add up to show one problem - this guy is a super big ss, at least at level 70 or above, maybe even higher. More awesome.

In front of such a big man, I, a little Taoist priest, should be more obedient. I occasionally dress up as a pig, and maybe I can even eat a big tiger.

"How did you come in?" the man suddenly spoke, but his eyes never looked at me, as if there was nothing but a cloud of air in front of him, or it further showed that he was a big man. He was arrogant and always was the patent of a big man.

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

It was because of this finger that I realized that the two maroon wooden doors had been closed at some point. This made me feel an unknown premonition.

The mysterious man was silent for a long time and 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."

The breath of dragon?

What does it mean?

Dragon Blood? There are still a few bottles of it on your body.

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

But will these things make me feel like a dragon? I really didn't expect that I would have to bring things from the dragon when I entered the door. I don't know if that guy Buleji has been here. I think he also happened to carry dragon scales and dragon blood, right? This kind of "high-end goods" is not affordable for everyone.

Having said that, since I entered this strange ship, I have never seen that girl. I don’t know where she has gone.

"Give it." The mysterious man stretched out his hand at me, and his cold eyes finally turned to me, causing me to shudder.

"What are you going to take? Dragon Blood?" I muttered for a while, and took out a bottle of dragon blood from my backpack and handed it over.

The mysterious man's eyes shone, as if he tried his best to suppress the anger in his heart, but he quickly recovered and said coldly: "Can the blood of the mere green dragon be impersonated as dragon blood? It's ridiculous!"

Not dragon blood? That's dragon scales.

I was about to take out a dragon scale when I suddenly thought of a question. Since this guy knew that the dragon blood in my hand was produced from the Qingjiao, the scales I collected from the Qingjiao were naturally not serious dragon scales. So what he said about the dragon breath that I had on me refers to... Yaya?

Yaya's Dragon Soul Order was not taken out casually. I stared at the npc in front of me vigilantly and asked carefully: "Are you referring to the Dragon Soul Order on me? I can't give you that thing."

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

Damn, the system is robbing people? I want to sue! NPC is robbing things!

Although I kept protesting in my heart, in fact, I didn't dare to move.

What is this guy from? Even the things in my backpack can be taken away, and his feet don't even move. If he wanted to kill me just now, I would probably have been standing at the resurrection point in Yangzhou City to get some air.

Maybe it’s really like Buleji said that the mission here is related to Yaya. Maybe I can find an opportunity to resurrect Yaya?

Thinking of this, my hope suddenly burned again. Yaya's soul is already perverted enough. If she can find her true body... Hahaha! Don't be too happy to be a human being!

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

What is she, not her, I really don’t understand what the npc is muttering. I said angrily: “Since this is not what you want, please give it back to me.”

I was still very polite in my speech, but I actually used the word "trouble". I had no choice but to know that others could not afford to offend me, so there was no need for me to get into trouble.

"Give it back to you?" The mysterious man sneered and said to me: "Just because of you, a small ghost clan, are you qualified to have the Dragon Soul Order? Even if the Eastern Dragon dies, its soul is extremely noble. How can it fall into the hands of you, a ghost Taoist priest who is not inferior to you."
Chapter completed!