"Jianshi, come on, I can trust you."

Uncle Li handed a big bow and an arrow to Hai Jianshi and said, "On our island, when it comes to the level of archery, no one dares to say it is first."

"Okay, I get it."

Hai Jianshi took the bow and arrow, and then bent his bow and took the arrow.

At this time, a large group of people surrounded him and watched the regular sea burial ceremony on the island.

This archery is also a technical job.

If the shot is not shot, the hovercraft will gradually float further and further away, and in the end it will directly exceed the range. If the shot is shot, if it is shot on the body, it will be as embarrassing as it is, and it will be indecently walking.

It is precisely because of this that people who are engaged in the funeral industry on the island must be a first-class skill. If Hai Jianshi does not come back in time, then this job will definitely be handed over to Ji Danyang, the archer. But with Hai Jianshi there, Mr. Li trusts him more.

Hai Jianshi couldn't help but look at his brother-in-law Ji Danyang behind him. The latter smiled and said, "It's okay, Jianshi, come on."

"Okay, then I'll be ugly."

So Hai Jianshi took the bow and arrow, then pulled the bow and pointed it at the hovercraft that was gradually floating away.

Then... the arrow shot out rapidly, drew a parabola and shot it accurately on the ship.

When designing this hovercraft, the buoyancy on the outer wall is relatively weak and there are no propellers. Therefore, once the air leakage occurs, the body will quickly sink into the sea.

Seeing the body of the Li family's grandma fall into the sea, Haihan couldn't help but sigh, and then turned around to leave.

"Oh?" Haiyin didn't expect that his younger brother would leave as soon as he left, so he quickly grabbed him and said, "Don't leave. We'll have to have dinner together later."

"I can't eat it."

Haihan broke free from Hai Yin's hand and quickly left.

He just wants to find one person now.

Haihan advanced along the coastline of the island, and he was as far away from the beach as possible.

This sea always made him feel scared.

Now, the body of the Li family's grandma fell directly into the sea, right? The tide of the sea has been relatively calm these days, and her body should not be swept far away.

Finally, Haihan came to a small house.

The door of the wooden house opened, and a boy came out from inside.

"Haihan!"

"Well...hello, you..."

The boy walked up to Hai Han and said, "I just made some noodles. Not long after I finished it, I saw you at the window. Are you going to try it?"

"Okay, OK."

Hai Han was very reserved in front of the boy.

When he walked into the wooden house, Hai Han felt very warm, and the fire in front of him was very vigorous.

“So warm.”

"This season, it's best to eat a bowl of steaming noodles." The boy seemed to know that Hai Han would come in advance, so he put a big pot of noodles. He picked up a spoon and started to serve Hai Han's noodles.

"Come on, try my skills. It's definitely better than your mother can do."

"Okay, OK."

Although he said so, after taking the noodles, Hai Han did not eat it immediately, but said: "Grandma Li..."

"I understand." The young man sighed and said, "But there is nothing we can do. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of life."

"Uncle Li said that he doesn't want to live anymore. Next year, he wants to accompany Grandma Li, and he said..."

"He really said that?"

"I also told my uncle that he will be responsible for his funeral next."

"This kid..." The boy thought for a while and said to Hai Han: "You didn't tell your parents about me, right?"

"No, no. They don't know that I already know the secrets on the island."

After a while, he suddenly asked a question: "That, you... no, you... don't plan to tell my parents..."

"Let's go with the flow. I think there is no need to tell them. Those who know about this are you, and your uncle and me. If you hadn't heard your uncle's conversation with me, I wouldn't have told you."

Haihan picked up the chopsticks and started drinking the soup.

"Your habit is the same as your uncle when he was a child," the boy looked at Hai Han in front of him and said, "You... are really in various places, and they look like your uncle."

"My mother often says that." After drinking the soup, Haihan took a few more mouthfuls of noodles and said, "This noodles... are so fresh!"

"It's very fresh, right? I put some mushrooms to season." The boy said this, rubbed Hai Han's head and said, "I'll make you a bowl on your birthday."

"Okay, I get it."

Hai Han thought the soup was really fresh, so he asked: "This soup is really fresh."

"This is originally the soup base made of fish soup. I have been boiled for a whole morning, and the umami flavor of the fish has basically been put into the soup."

"No wonder. The fish soup cooked by my mom is not that delicious."

"When your mother was a child, she often liked to follow other fishermen, saying that she would go to sea when she grew up. I scolded her and said that children should not always think about these things. Actually, I think fishing is really too hard. In the past, there was a fisherman who was stabbed by shrimps in his hand and did not pay attention to it. As a result, parasites were infected and almost amputated."

"So serious?" Hai Han was shocked.

"Yeah, yeah."

The boy continued, "Your mother was like a boy at that time. She was not interested in things that ordinary girls were interested in. At that time, she could only talk to Leng Mu."

Leng Mu?

Hearing this name, Hai Han was stunned.

He often hears his parents mention this person's name. She used to be a good friend of her mother, but she disappeared many years ago. To this day, her whereabouts are unknown.

"Mom still feels very sad when she mentions Aunt Leng now." Hai Han sighed and said, "I heard from her mother that Aunt Leng is a genius in painting. However, she always draws some strange and scary paintings, so people around her have been reluctant to play with her since she was a child."

"Well, yes. At that time, your mother often brought her, her good friend to her house to play. I was quite relieved at that time. She finally had a friend of her age."

Looking at the boy in front of him who looked much younger than him and who was at most a little older than him, Hai Han felt quite strange when he said such words.

"I heard that Aunt Leng taught her mother to draw later?"

"Yes, your mother's temperament can sit down and draw quietly, which I find very strange. She really ends up..."

"Mom also said to me..."

"say what?"

"I once said I wanted to see the paintings she and Aunt Leng painted, but she refused to let her say that what Leng Mu taught her to paint was scary."

"Well..." The boy was so immersed in memories at this time, saying, "I think I remember it... but it's been too long, I can't remember it clearly."

Hearing such absurd words, Hai Han actually nodded and said, "The more she said that, the more curious I was. In the end, she could only tell me that what they drew was the siren mentioned by the crew. I didn't believe it at all. I was so old that I still scared me with the siren."

"Haha, is that?"

Hai Han suddenly asked this question.
Chapter completed!