Chapter 26 The Origin of the Slaves on Tingquan Island
Chen Ganer and Liu Miao strolled on Tingquan Island.
Tingquan Island is lush with trees and has beautiful scenery. You can even smell the fragrance of fruits while walking in the mountains.
The scenery here is naturally not comparable to Sanyin Island.
If the two of them were not injured in many places and their faces were covered with stains, they looked like good friends touring the mountains.
Chen Ganer was not polite and picked some fruits from the fields on the side of the road and started to eat them.
Liu Miao did not stop him, but just said:
"Your island must have a good foundation. Why did you choose such a poor island."
Liu Miao's words still contained a hint of temptation.
But Chen Ganer swallowed a mouthful of fruits and shook his head and said:
"How should I know? What my ancestors' affairs have to do with me."
Seeing that he still could not find out the details of Tingquan Island at this time, Liu Miao gave up the idea of inquiring and sighed:
"Everyone on your island is related, and the tribesmen are close to each other. I think there is a lot of harmony and not much fighting and disputes. It's really enviable."
Chen Gan'er sneered:
"Envy? That's because you have never experienced hunger."
"Close? If the tribe has no food and can't catch any fish, my brother, although he has a gentle personality, will still curse."
"On the contrary, your island has no shortage of food, even fruits and vegetables. For us, it's a fairyland."
Liu Miao shook his head and said:
"The environment of this island is cultivated by generations of practitioners on Tingquan Island. It is nourished by spiritual energy. Although it is better than ordinary islands, it is better."
"But born in the Dead Sea, you always have to calculate the island where the fog will clear and reach the shore. How can there be a comfortable life? Unless you become the legendary fairy island, you can live a true fairyland."
Chen Gan'er said again, "Each island in the Dead Sea is different, but they are all for survival."
"What you meant just now is, aren't the people on your island related?"
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As far as Chen Gan'er knew, due to the strange rules of the Dead Sea, people from each island are usually restricted to living on the island where they were born, except for marriage. They can only set foot on a connected island when the fog clears and the shore is reached.
With this rule in place, even if the people on an island aren't related, after a few generations, they become so.
Liu Miao said,
"The rules of the Dead Sea are naturally unbreakable, but they're not absolute, and there are ways to circumvent them."
"Didn't you say that after killing Liu Shixing, I'd tell you where our island's servants came from? I'll take you to see it now."
Chen Gan'er, already curious, nodded in agreement. Although he was a little puzzled by Liu Miao's frankness, he was wary of Chen Xuanli and didn't believe he would dare plot against him.
Liu Miao led Chen Gan'er to a cave nestled in the mountain at the center of Tingquan Island.
Two islanders had originally been guarding the cave, but they had been mobilized by Liu Shixing to siege the undead, leaving it deserted.
Standing before the cave, Chen Gan'er was immediately struck by a strong stench of blood, causing him to frown.
Liu Miao explained,
"This place was originally Tingquan Island's prison. Those who disobeyed the island master were brought here."
Entering the cave, Chen Gan'er saw the cells and bloodstains smeared across the walls.
What caught Chen Gan'er's attention most was a strange black pattern on the ground, emitting a strong smell of blood.
The pattern was drawn with blood, and the black color was naturally due to coagulation.
The pattern exuded a strange odor, a mixture of the stench of decay and the pungent scent of blood.
But Chen Gan'er wasn't concerned with the unpleasant smell; instead, he was struck by the pattern he had just seen.
When Liu Miao had taken the wooden plaque from Liu Shixing, he had taken a closer look at it. The pattern on it was nearly identical to the one now drawn in blood on the ground.
The pattern was intricate and complex, leaving a lasting impression on Chen Gan'er.
He felt a vague sense of unease because he had seen similar patterns twice before.
The first time was when the two-headed monster had arranged a pattern with corpses during their last visit to the shore.
The second time was when he had retrieved the wooden plaque from the corpse floating in the Sea of Death. That plaque and the plaque in Liu Miao's body might be the same type.
What exactly were these strange patterns, these bizarre wooden plaques?
Perhaps sensing Chen Gan'er's confusion, Liu Miao bluntly asked,
"Do you know what my wooden plaque and the pattern on the ground are?"
Chen Ganer shook his head, "Although I know that these things come from the gray fog, I still don't know what they are specifically."
Liu Miao's originally cold and expressionless face suddenly showed a smile and said:
"Haven't you noticed that the weird things in the gray fog have become more and more active in recent times. They like to seduce people's hearts more and more, and they are more and more eager for human blood, flesh and souls, especially the bodies of practitioners."
"Among the islands we have recently landed on, many islands have already had traces of them. That's why my clan father set foot on your island in person, eager to strengthen the strength of Tingquan Island. Otherwise, with his character, he would usually only let me go to the island to explore the situation."
It has only been a month since the birth of practitioners on Sanyin Island. It has not been connected to any islands with practitioners before, so Chen Ganer did not know this information.
However, when he last landed on an uninhabited island and encountered the two-headed monster, Chen Ganer felt a little strange.
Chen Ganer was silent for a moment and said:
"So what does that wooden sign have to do with it?"
Liu Miao continued with a smile.
"Each of the creatures in the gray fog has its own unique pattern. Use their favorite objects to create that pattern, and through certain special sacrifices, you can communicate with them."
Upon hearing this, the usually carefree Chen Gan'er's expression suddenly changed, his tone filled with disbelief. "How dare you communicate with those creatures in the gray fog? Aren't you afraid of being bewitched? How can a mere cultivator like us communicate with such beings?"
The fear of the gray fog is deeply rooted in the hearts of every islander in the Dead Sea because of the countless creatures within it.
Any single one of them could crush countless Chen Gan'ers. The only reason life still exists on the islands of the Dead Sea is because these islands shield the inhabitants from the gray fog's invasion.
Even with the islands' protection, the creatures often infiltrate through various strange means, and those infiltrated by the creatures often face a disastrous end.
The islands adjacent to Sanyin Island were a case in point.
Now, hearing that this pattern could communicate with those spirits, Chen Gan'er's scalp tingled.
Liu Miao, still smiling, said,
"Those spirits aren't all creatures that delight in slaughtering humans. Some are even capable of trade."
"For example, the being represented by this pattern on the ground right now relishes blood. Offering it a blood sacrifice grants you a certain amount of power."
"Furthermore, it can infuse the blood of your island's inhabitants into the bodies of captured individuals from other islands. This allows them to remain on your island without triggering the laws of this world and suffering a sudden death."
Ever since Liu Miao placed the wooden token within his body, his personality seemed to have undergone a significant change.
Chen Gan'er noticed that the once expressionless Liu Miao had become increasingly cheerful, a faint smile constantly lingering on his lips.
Hearing this, Chen Gan'er was startled and asked,
"Are you saying that the slaves on your island are all from other islands who have been infused with the blood of our islanders?"