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Chapter 199: The owner of the compass, what is the relationship between him and the old turtle? (sktzh666 1 reward plus )

When he opened his eyes again, Shen Le found himself floating in the sea, half floating and half sinking.

No, strictly speaking, he was about to sink - a small wooden board tied to his body could not provide enough buoyancy.

He paddled hard, but it was no use. Every time a wave hit him, he choked at least a mouthful of water.

Moreover, Shen Le looked at his raised little hand. Is this body only three years old?
Or even less than three years old?

What is this? Is this the baby trend that has recently emerged on Qidian?

He really doesn't want to start experiencing it as a baby!

He paddled hard for more than ten times, and his arms were already sore, so he didn't want to paddle anymore. After all, this was just a memory, and he wouldn't drown, right?

It doesn’t matter if he’s lazy, as long as he finishes watching the cutscene, he can move on to the next part!

Then, a wave hit him, and he began to sink, sinking. He choked on the water, and then choked on the water again. His lungs hurt like fire, and his consciousness gradually became blurred...

Finally, my vision went dark and I returned to the table.

Shen Le: ???
What do you mean?
I didn't complete the holographic game, I experienced death once, but I can't see any subsequent plot?

Has the copper piece developed a new function? Do I have to struggle hard to advance the subsequent plot?

This is not bad. Shen Le thought, he was always forced to stand aside and watch those memories that were either intense, dull, or sad. Sometimes he felt very anxious!

It would be great to be able to exert subjective initiative and use my own strength to drive the fate of the parties involved!

He calmed down, used his spiritual eyes, and tried to observe the compass in his hand. It seemed that, perhaps, it seemed that the black energy on the compass had faded a little?

Judging by personal perception is really unreliable!

Shen Le sighed and picked up the detector and brought it to the compass. Once, twice, three times, different directions, different readings.

After several consecutive tests and taking the average value, we finally determined:

The energy of the compass did not weaken, but instead increased a little bit; however, the nature of the energy began to shift slightly and was no longer so gloomy!

So, if I die once in my memory, can I eliminate the resentment on this compass... Then, what if I successfully pass the level?
Shen Le's spirits were lifted. He once again sank into meditation, trying to communicate with the compass. The heat flow enveloped him layer by layer, and finally, the compass moved slightly, dragging him into that memory again:

This time, Shen Le didn't dare to be lazy again, and didn't dare to give up struggling because he was bored. He paddled desperately, again and again, and when he got tired, he tried to keep himself afloat for a while;
After his strength recovered a little, he started to dig with his hands and push with his feet again.

The waves hit my body one by one. Soon, my skin soaked by the sea water began to turn red and swollen, and it hurt so much under the sun.

I was dying of thirst, but I dared not open my mouth. Even if I did, sea water would seep in between my lips and teeth, making the thirst worse...

no more...

I can't hold on like this...

A young child can't last long in the sea... Whether it's thirst, dehydration from exposure to the sun, or drowning, it will soon take his life...

Who on earth would throw a child like this into the sea? Where are his parents? Where are his relatives?

Was it a natural disaster or a man-made disaster?
Shen Le's consciousness gradually became blurred, but he just kept paddling desperately, trying to hold on for as long as he could.

If you hold on a little longer, maybe the resentment on the compass can be dissipated a little;
If we can eliminate more of it, we can absorb more of the black air on the ship, and let the old professor and his team start work earlier...

Shen Le might have thought so at the beginning, but as time went on, his mind became more and more blank, and he just knew how to paddle mechanically, paddle, paddle.

Just when he suspected that he was going to die again and would not be able to pass the level this time, there was a loud crash and the whole person was lifted up.

what……

Was rescued?

Won’t it sink to the bottom?
Shen Le lowered his head in a daze and reached out to touch it.

The platform underneath is smooth and hard, with a slight curvature. It feels cool in the hand, making people want to stick to it.

The brown platform is covered with yellow rings and small yellow dots. The color combination is not particularly outstanding, but it looks extremely lustrous and has a sense of flowing light.

Looking up again, the head held high in front of it is also covered with black spots separated by yellow edges. The forelimbs of the same color, like paddle blades, are paddling leisurely in the water...

So, it’s a turtle…

A turtle that can carry a human, even a young child, must be a very old turtle, and must have grown very big, right? He stretched out his limbs, but couldn't even touch the edge of the turtle shell!
Moreover, judging from the pattern on the back shell of this old turtle, it looks a bit like the one that asked him to customize a shell bed?
Is that it?
It is really possible that it is this... After all, this compass was brought by the old turtle, wasn't it?

"Return to nature?"

Shen Le called out tentatively. The turtle didn't respond. Perhaps in this memory, the child didn't know the old turtle's name? It just carried the child on its back, paddling slowly and swimming forward slowly.

Shen Le escaped the fate of drowning. He lay on the turtle's back and took a few breaths. Other feelings began to come up.

The exposed skin on my arms, legs, face, and other parts of my body was burning with pain, my mouth was dry, and my stomach was growling...

"Hey, old turtle, do you have anything to eat or drink?" He hammered the turtle's shell. The old turtle did not look back, but a stream of water vapor slowly gathered and blocked the top of his head, forming a small dark cloud;

Rain began to fall from the dark clouds, washing away the salt and sea water on my skin bit by bit.

Shen Le held the water in both hands and drank seven or eight mouthfuls. Suddenly, there was nothing underneath him, and the turtle dived deeply...

"Hey!!!"

Shen Le slapped the water desperately, trying to keep himself from sinking. After a while, there was another splash, and the turtle floated to the surface again, carrying him high up.

His head tilted, and a fish fell onto the turtle's back and hit him directly. The scales on the fish's back and belly had been torn open, revealing the snow-white fish meat!
"Is this for me to eat?"

Shen Le was surprised. He wolfed down half the fish before he felt his stomach bloated and warm, and he felt full again.

The old turtle didn't talk to him, and it wasn't known whether he could speak or not. He just carried him along the way.

Finally, a small beach appeared in front of us, with small boats turned upside down on the beach, drying in the sun.

Tattered fishing nets were hanging everywhere, and small groups of fishermen gathered around the nets, busy mending them with their skillful hands.

Everyone was surprised to see Shen Le being carried up the beach by the old turtle:
"How come a turtle came here with a baby on its back?"

"A boy all alone? So young? Where are his parents?"

"Zi Zi, where are your parents?"

The voice was noisy, hoarse and mocking, quite similar to the local dialect Shen Le heard in the museum, but also a little different.

Shen Le didn't understand a word at first, but in this memory, he didn't have to think about it at all, he understood the meaning naturally.

But understanding the meaning doesn't mean he knows how to answer - who am I? Where do I come from? What happened?
He couldn't answer any of these questions, and didn't know how to answer any of them. The old turtle carried him to the shore and left him alone, without looking back, crawling down the beach and swimming into the deep sea...

and then?
and then?
Just let me stay here like this? No parents, no family, no background, and I don't even know my last name?

I don’t want to have your last name Gui!!!

Fortunately, the oldest grandmother stood up, looked at him, and found the answer herself:
"Judging from his attire, he must be from our area. There was a huge storm yesterday. I heard that several villages next door were blown down and all the boats were overturned. Was this child also blown into the sea?"

Shen Le stared at her blankly. This old woman, like the other fisherwomen around her, wore blue-black clothes and trousers dyed from linen. The trousers were very wide, and the cuffs were trimmed with black edges more than an inch wide.

She was barefoot in wooden clogs and had earrings dangling from her ears. The only difference was that she had a five-inch long snake-shaped hairpin piercing her hair instead of a pointed spiral bun pointing straight to the sky.

She looked at Shen Le carefully, squatted down, patted his cheek, and sighed:

"He managed to survive from yesterday to today. He didn't die of thirst or starvation, and was carried up by a turtle... Is this because the Queen Mother of Heaven is blessing him?"

"Then this child..."

"Let the village support you." The old grandmother concluded without question:

"It would be disrespectful to the goddess to let the child who was blessed by the goddess of heaven starve to death! With a handful of dried fish, the family can raise him until he is four or five years old, when he can help with some work!"

"Let's call this child Tian Bao Zai!"

Shen Le, no, the Tianbaozi in this memory, lived in the fishing village. Although it is called a fishing village, in fact, most people live on the water, in boats;
Only when the wind and waves are the strongest and it is not suitable to go out to sea will they go ashore and live in the shed. In the words of the old people in the village:
"We, the boat people, were not allowed to go ashore before. Emperor Yongzheng was merciful and allowed us to go ashore, but we could only build sheds, not houses, and we could not buy houses or land..."

That shed was similar to the thatched shed Shen Le had seen in Pinocchio's memory, where old artists performed for children.

The frame is made of wood or bamboo, the floor is paved with old boat planks, and if you look closely you will see that the outer walls are woven with coconut leaves. Even the doors and windows are woven with bamboo strips.

Normally they do not eat grains, but only fish, which they steam, boil, dry and store, and are usually called "fish rice".

Tianbaozi was adopted by the old mammy's family. As soon as he entered the shed, he would help mop the floor and the hull three or four times a day, cleaning it thoroughly;

From the age of three or four, I could follow the adults to go fishing and touch shrimps and shells on the beach.

At the age of five or six, their swimming skills are no less than those of children in their teens.
Before he was ten, he helped cast the nets on the boat, caught fish, and dived for fish and shells on the shore to pick up pearls.
When he was just over ten years old, he held a harpoon and even dared to fight with sharks!
The memory of seven or eight years passed by in a flash, as if I had fast-forwarded. Finally one day, the sea was full of sails, and large ships were surging in. The whole village was shouting:

"The Red Flag Gang is recruiting! The Red Flag Gang is recruiting!"

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