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Xiao Jin'hua' helped Wushuang to walk out of the black-sailed boat. There was a small island in front of him. This island was in the middle of the Yalu River. It was not North Korea or China. It was not large in area. If the sun came out, it might have all taken it into his eyes.-At that time, China had already begun to develop tourism. The reason why he was not interested in this small island in the river was not because of its territorial dispute, but because it was too small, and there were no mountains on the island, and the ground was covered with short weeds and muddy swamps.

Looking around, the outer part of the island in the thick fog was covered with stars and light. At first glance, I thought it was full of colorful lights and welcomed its first "wave" guest. After walking in, I found that under the outer circle of the island, there were large clams the size of a palm, with their shells open, and the east beads the size of sesame grains inside. They had not grown yet, but for some reason, the sand that entered the muss shell did not absorb too much "spicy" energy in the mussels, and they were not considered complete Dong beads.

These are the real wild Dongzhu. Some of the farmed Dongzhu are of short cycles and may produce two crops a year, but they are all crops catalyzed by artificial feed, and their luster is far less than that of wild ones. If they were as large as the bead chains hung on the necks of the harem empresses of the Qing Dynasty, it would probably take at least fifty years to grow.

"Dongzhu Tomb?" Jin 'hua' was shocked.

"What is Dongzhu Tomb?" Wushuang asked her.

"There is a legend from our ancestors that there is a small island hidden in the Yalu River, and basin-sized old clams can be seen everywhere on the island. These clams are about to live, and they will slowly climb to the island from underwater along the tide and wait for death. However, Dongzhu has already grown in their shells. As long as they can take the Dongzhu before they die, it will be fine. But if they die, the Dongzhu will lose its luster and are worthless."

Wushuang said curiously: "Then isn't this equivalent to a treasure?" Why hasn't anyone ever come to look for it?

"Legendly, this small island has been floating on the Yalu River, and it only appears at night. No one has found the Dongzhu Tomb in so many years."

Wushuang is half-believing and half-doubted. There are many folk legends, some of which have been passed down for hundreds of years. People have passed them from generation to generation, so the more they spread, the more evil they become. They like to add fuel to the fire and make this story a myth.

He tried to stamp his feet, and a crisp echo came from his feet. He looked down and found that what was piled under the ground was not solid soil or stone, but was actually formed by the remaining clam shells of the dead old clams. This is simply a strange story in the world. It is possible that one, two or even thousands of river clams will die together, but all the old clams seem to follow the same biological clock form. Before they die, they must arrive at the Dongzhu Tomb to wait for death. That is not accidental.

Although animals also have feelings, some animals do have the saying of loyalty, such as albatrosses, swans, and wolves. They are all very loyal. But the clam is only so big, and the whole body is a soft clam's meat. Does it have a brain? Or is there any external biological magnetic field attracting them in this place?

How many years does it take to pile up a small island with clam shells? How many old clams do you have?

Wushuang saw an old clam with a shell spread out, and a small fingernail-sized east bead was revealed in the shell. The color was very round and full, and it might have been hundreds of people in that era on the market. He was greedy and didn't think so much, so he wanted to reach out to take out the east bead.

Just when greed arose in his heart, it seemed as if the old clam under his feet also felt his evil thoughts and suddenly closed his shell.

"Brother, don't move, it will cut off your hand. My father said that if you want to pick the Dongzhu, you have to 'get' the fox's 'piss'. Just sprinkle the fox's 'piss' and it will open itself. And even if you reach in to get the Dongzhu, it will not close it again, because the clam hates the fox's 'piss' and it smells great." Xiao Jin'hua' told the secret of the water collector.

"'Milk'''Milk'! Open it for me!" Wushuang kicked hard, as if he was kicking a stubborn stone, and his tears were flowing in pain.

"It's useless. The clam shell is very hard and you can't even smash it with a stone." Jin Hua mocked the layman's ignorance.

"Jin'hua, I have never repayed you for saving my life. And you have called me brother for so long, and I haven't even given you a gift. Today I will give you this Dongzhu, just as my brother's meeting gift!" After that, Wushuang 'drawn' the silver dagger left by his ancestor Wu Gongyao from his boots.

No matter whether he is skilled or not, as long as he can get Dongzhu, it is best to be simple and crude!

The dagger left by Wu Gongyao is not only a hard clam shell, but even a stone can be cut flat with one knife. Ordinary weapons collide with it. With just a little force, the iron can be cut like mud and directly cut the opponent's weapon into two pieces.

A crisp sound came, and Xiao Jin'hua was frightened. How could this be possible? Wushuang actually stabbed the hard clam shell with a dagger, and then made a big hole in the clam shell. The knife was very strong, let alone the clam shell, and the old clam was directly pierced up and down and died on the spot.

Behind him, he pulled out the Dongzhu from the inside with a sticky clam 'meat', put it in the water to wash away impurities and handed it to Xiao Jin's 'flower'. "Here, what a big deal? Where do you have so many things to pay attention to?"

"Brother? You... you are unscientific! How could you do so recklessly? But... But if my father had your dagger, our family wouldn't have to be so poor." Xiao Jin'hua sighed, people are so angry that people are so angry. Caishui's "door" has been passed down for thousands of years. The craftsmanship is their special skills and their foundation for their destiny. I didn't expect that this business of tying its head to the waist of the trousers was so simple to the hands of this layman!

"Hey? Look, there is something in the clam shell?" Wushuang rudely reached out and broke the two clam shells up and down. The fresh clam's meat was turbid and viscous liquid, and a piece of white bone seemed to be soaked in the liquid.

Wushuang took out the bone and saw that it turned out to be a complete human hand bone. From the slenderness of the hand bone, it can be seen that the deceased must be a young "female".

Park Jin'hua was so scared that she covered her mouth and didn't dare to speak. Could it be that someone had ever come to Dongzhu Tomb? And someone else wanted to pick a bead and was bitten off by an old clam?

The moon has begun to tilt eastward, and midnight has passed in the world. From the perspective of the secret technique of the golden dot, if Wushuang has not died just now, even if the simplest world in his life has passed, it is like finally the fate of a person finally came out of the dark clouds with difficulty. It will see the warm sunshine again and usher in a new chapter.

But this was just the beginning, because the dark clouds had not completely left him, and his body was still shrouded inexplicable darkness. It was impossible to die, but bad luck had not left him.
Chapter completed!