When everyone took a closer look, they saw that it was a mutilated corpse.
He Lingchuan pointed at it with a surprised look on his face: "Wow, what the hell is this? Isn't it a human?"
"The tail is curled up, so it's not a human being." Qiu Hu also crowded to the side of the boat to take a look and commented seriously, "But it seems to have hands. What kind of monster is this?"
Master Yang originally wanted to take the opportunity to make some excuses according to Lu Qing'an's request, but then he thought about it, whether it was a pirate or a sly man, if he spoke out, he would probably ruin the business.
If Master He regrets that he doesn't want to pay, even though the agreement has been reached and he can resort to tricks, he will still be inferior after all.
So he shook his head: "It's just a floating corpse. If Mr. He lives by the sea for a long time, he will know that there is no shortage of strange things in the sea."
He Lingchuan scratched his head, as if he didn't care much, and didn't ask any more questions.
The boat sailed smoothly in the morning and arrived at Black Leaf Island in a short time.
The island looks lush and green from a distance, but when you look closer you find that the shores and cliffs are all made of black shale, with rock flakes as thin as book pages stacked haphazardly, showing the openness of sea rocks, the roughness of tree bark, and the lines of annual rings.
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There is a curved bay here, with a wooden trestle extending from the shore into the sea, for ships to dock, tourists to land on the island, and to unload cargo and water.
Master Yang walked onto the land along the wooden trestle and pointed upward: "That's the supply stack."
Above the black reef group is a group of low houses, of different sizes and shapes. Some are made of bamboo, some are wooden, and some are made of stone. Only the roofs are relatively uniform, and they are basically made of palm leaves, large-leaf seaweed and wheat straw.
Chief Secretary Yang is right. The supply stack here is quite crude. They were built casually without any planning.
He Lingchuan walked over and took a look. The doors of the house were all open, and there were a lot of things inside. There were broken bottles, pots and grass dumplings, clothes that had not been taken away, and stained farm tools.
Is this a supply depot? A scavenger’s home is more or less the same.
When a stranger came in, a few mice slipped out from under the bamboo slats, squeaking and escaping.
There seemed to be a rat hole in the corner of the house.
Seeing this scene, everyone fell silent.
Chief Yang cursed in his mind that his subordinates were perfunctory and did not know how to clean up the place after driving away the tenants. Anyone could tell at a glance that the operating conditions here were so bad that the contractor of the supply depot was probably not making any money.
"This family didn't leave properly. They threw all the rags in." He coughed lightly, "Master He, don't worry about it. I'll ask someone to come over and clean it."
He Lingchuan's face twitched: "Can we ask them to demolish these houses directly?"
"Of course." Master Yang looked a little confused, "Of course."
He changed the topic and quickly introduced it to He Lingchuan: "The scenery on the eastern cliff of Black Leaf Island is actually very beautiful. You can see the boundless sea and the waterfall on the opposite island."
Chapter completed!