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In just over a month, it is very unrealistic to want the institute to build a submarine.

Fortunately, according to the system, if you want to go back to your hometown, you don't need to use a submarine.

[If you want to go to Lalaiye, you can take the boat of the Deep Sea Club. ]

[In recent years, although the Deep Sea Society has been suppressed and breathless, it has almost disappeared on the bright side. But secretly, there has always been a group of faithful believers. ]

[Believers listen to the call of the deep sea and believe that sooner or later, a new **** will come to the world. Every year at midnight on December 13, a ghost ship will appear, and the ship will sail with the most devout believers. ]

[Passengers on this ship ‌‌ offer sacrifices to the gods. Believers believe that they will become one with God in the form of death. When the great **** awakens, he will also be part of the ruler. ]

When Lu Yan heard this, he inevitably raised his eyebrows: "Then the submarine I built with 20 million?"

The system hesitated twice: [Can't you spend too much money? It will always be used. For example, take a puppy dog ​​to the sea to see and so on. ]

Lu Yan: "...I'll confirm again, I can't give birth, right?"

The system's voice is emotional: [Yes, you are right, my treasure. I can't bear to see you pregnant. ]

Yu ‌, Lu Yan asked another question: "How do I get on the boat?"

[First find a way to reach the island of Polai, which is the closest island to Lalei. I mean, find a remote place and swim there. ]

Lu Yan opened the electronic map sent by the headquarters and searched for the location of Polai Island.

According to the information, this is an uninhabited island. The nearest city to the island of Pole is 5100 sea miles away.

Lu Yan also used his authority to investigate the report.

The ocean has always been the hardest hit area for pollution diseases. The farther away the sea is from the mainland, the higher the pollution value.

But the pollution value around Pole Island is low, as calm as before the cataclysm.

Lu Yan took a screenshot on the computer and sent it to Tang Xun'an: We are going here.

Lu Yan: "By the way, how is your swimming learning?"

Tang Xun'an: "It's okay."

Tang Xun'an was extremely strict with himself, saying that it was okay, it should be okay.

Lu Yan said, "Then let's go now."

There are not many days until the date said by the system.

**

For three days, the sea fog in Jiajia was much thinner. Ye Liangshan ate a lot, and every day he got on the boat, he would vomit.

His expression was a little sick, and sometimes he vomited blood and internal organs, which made Xie Haiqing look very painful.

Through a thin layer of fog, the outline of the coastline of Jiajia can already be seen.

After many years, this ship finally came to a ship that came to the outside world.

Song Jingchen, the No. 1 follower of the Sea God Cult, now teaches at the school closest to the coastline.

Because of the serious chronology of the whole Jiawen, there is a serious shortage of teachers, and he has to take more than ten classes a day.

In the language taught today, Song Jingchen was reciting poetry, righteously thinking that "Suddenly outside the sword, I received Jibei, the first time I heard tears and tears on my clothes", the school broadcast suddenly rang.

The radio has just been installed by the survivors, and is usually used to play the school bell, and this is the first time a human voice has been heard.

The voice of the person who said  was very choked, as if it was blocking something, and only three words came out: "The fog is gone."

For those who live in Jiaxing, "fog" is only one kind of fog, and that's what trapped them in this sea fog for countless years.

Song Jingchen was still young and had never seen the outside world. The teacher in the next class is in his 60s this year, a survivor from decades ago, when he heard this sentence, his eyes were red.

There were cries and cheers from the school, and various sounds were mixed together. Let Song Jingchen think of the next sentence of this poem for no reason.

The class is no longer available. The school gates were wide open, and students of all ages ran towards the shoreline. Even Song Jingchen himself was no exception.

In addition to surprises, he also had a vague expectation.

Song Jingchen hoped that he could see the "teacher".

By the time he got to the coast, there were already a lot of people around. There are also special reporters accompanying them to observe and record the current ecological environment of Jia.

Ning Huai was standing in the center, and the leader from City A was handing over to him.

On his face, the three pairs of eyes were all half-squinted, and he couldn't see the gentle and elegant appearance at that time. With a cigarette between his fingers, he was sullen.

After confirming his identity, Ning Huai asked, "Why didn't you see Lu Yan?"

The staff was stunned for a moment: "I was still there before. Yesterday, I said there was an emergency and left."

"Let's go? What's the matter, in such a hurry?"

The staff scratched his head: "It seems to say... go back to your hometown to visit relatives?"

December to summer in the southern hemisphere.

When Lu Yan set off, he was still wearing his sleeves. After a few days, I changed to short sleeves, and as the latitude moved south, I changed to short sleeves.

This is a scientific research ship that goes to Antarctica regularly every year. The same route has been sailed for decades.

Most of the crew on the ship were outside scientific researchers, and they knew that there were two scholars who came to District 1 this year.

Everyone usually does not interfere with each other, and it is safe and sound.

As the ship approached its destination, Lu Yan slept less and less every day.

He started having nightmares again.

Lu Yan couldn't remember whether there was any dream, but the suffocated and cold senses remained in the nerve endings for a long time.

From being an apocalypse, he only needs to sleep three or four hours a day, and he can even go without sleep for a long time.

But recently, due to frequent nightmares, Lu Yan's state has been particularly bad.

Every time he wakes up, Lu Yan can meet Tang Xun'an's worried eyes.

The same is true today. He opened his mouth, as if being strangled by some monster, unable to say a word. After a long time, he regained his senses and said, "I had a nightmare, it's alright."

Lu Yan's body temperature was on the low side, and now he was covered with several layers of quilts, and his hands and feet were still cold. Even jumping is sluggish.

Tang Xun'an took Lu Yan's hand, folded his leg again, and pressed it against his stomach. Like a human-shaped heater.

The warm body temperature will indeed make Lu Yan feel a lot more comfortable.

A thin layer of fish scales appeared on the side of his face. Unlike the previous scales, these fish scales cannot be taken back, because of lack of water, they are slightly warped, which may affect the appearance a bit.

From Tang Xun'an's eyes, Lu Yan only saw pain.

The two got on the boat and never went out. Fortunately, the arranged rooms are well-equipped, and there are crew members delivering meals every day.

Day 6 of the voyage.

Lu Yan's fingers popped out abruptly in the fourth quarter, drawing several bloodstains on Tang Xun'an's body.

The newly released fingers were as sharp as blades. Lu Yan wanted to clench his fist, but soon Tang Xun'an broke his fingers and held his palm gently.

"Don't scratch yourself, it just happened by accident."

Tang Xun'an quietly used the talent keel.

Lu Yan didn't answer immediately, but said, "System."

[exist. ] Recently, because of Lu Yan's mood changes, even the system has become silent, [spiritual power threshold 10445, pollution value 93.7. ]

When Lu Yan was not ready, his spiritual power threshold quietly exceeded 10,000.

Correspondingly, the severity of the sudden increase in lesions doubled in just a few weeks. reached a very dangerous threshold.

Lu Yan: "The reason?"

[The younger brother is waking up and gradually begins to affect you. ]

Lu Yan was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked, "Who am I?"

[This question is also too philosophical to answer. ]

Lu Yan didn't continue to question, his arm was wrapped around Tang Xun'an's neck, and his head was buried in Tang Xun'an's neck and shoulders.

‌The faint mint smell, Tang Xun'an does not smoke.

For a moment, Lu Yan almost couldn't control the urge to bite Tang Xun'an's neck.

He finally bit Tang Xun'an's lips.

"I want to." Lu Yan said vaguely.

He doesn't have a strong desire, but he just wants it. want to combine.

Tang Xun'an rubbed his back and waist, and replied in a soothing way, "The tail is for you to play with, the sound insulation on the boat is not good."

Longwei propped up the quilt and probed over from his back.

Tang Xun'an's other places are very big, because they don't care. He was particularly stingy in matters related to Lu Yan.

Lu Yan was nestled in his arms, pinching his warm tail, and suddenly heard Tang Xun'an asking in a low voice from overhead: "Go home, can you?"

He actually wanted to ask. When Lu Yan said going home, he meant Lalaiye. But under the current circumstances, the answer to this question does not matter.

He just hoped that Lu Yan was fine.

In fact, Lu Yan didn't know if he could be okay, but after thinking for a moment, he still gave a positive answer: "Yes."

Pole Island.

It is now late at night on December 11th.

Although there is no navigation on the sea, but because of the existence of the system, it will not get lost.

The terrain of Pole Island is like a narrow line. There are three high mountains on the island, and most of the island is covered with ice and snow. Only the foothills are dotted with some tundra.

The roaring waves crashed against the reef, and the coast was almost 90 degrees perpendicular to the sea.

[Go here. In the past, Lu Cheng brought the city lord here, and the small space cut out could still be used. ]

An orange dot lit up in Lu Yan's mind.

It's too humble to say that the system can still be used. The temperature in the small world is obviously much higher than the outside, like it is covered with a transparent protective cover.

Tang Xun'an used the dragon's breath to dry the clothes on the two of them. Not very useful as sooner or later it will get wet, but it will be more comfortable to wear.

At 3 o'clock in the middle of the night, a strange noise came from the shore.

Lu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly to see the source of the voice.

One after another murlocs struggled to jump from the bottom of the sea, fell heavily on the shore, and wriggled into the nests that had been prepared.

Their limbs retain human features, clothed, but their faces are highly distorted, with prominent eyes, fins and gills, and translucent yellow mucus oozing from their ear holes.

These people don't seem to be able to walk on their legs anymore, crawling on the ground like worms.

This kind of monster, Lu Yan, is very familiar. Back in K City, the murlocs that were distorted were similar to theirs. The meat fish that came to the Mermaid Club also had the same appearance.

[These believers, starting from different locations in August each year, traveled to this place after several months of trekking. Like salmon that swims on a regular basis. ]

[Many believers fell into the belly of a fish on the way. The believers of the Deep Sea Society who successfully landed have also undergone distortion, or evolution. Their brains undergo some irreversible changes. Believers still have the ability to think and a unique language, but it is hard to realize what is wrong with their state. ]

[However, even if it is deformed to this state, the believers are still free from pollutants. ]

[After all, pollutants are not tasty. ]

Lu Yan listened very well.

Tang Xun'an's brows furrowed deeply: "These deformed people... Actually no one has ever discovered them."

The ocean is too vast, and these humans are distorted halfway. Occasionally someone encounters them, and there is a high probability that they will be physically purified as marine pollutants.

Over the past few days, murlocs have been landing.

The edge of the barren coast was soon crowded with dense monsters. They gathered in one place and kept making strange chirping sounds.

There are occasional fights between ugly murlocs. Those who died were disemboweled, and they are today's meat and fish.

Early morning on the 13th. All the murlocs gathered together, raised their heads and cried out to the moon. The cry is like a horn, giving a signal to go home.

A rusty cruise ship approached from the distant sea.

The boat was invisible, with peeling paint on the hull and seaweed tangled in the propellers. On closer inspection, the engine didn't start at all.

But the ship was still adrift to the shore. Following this, the cabin was opened.

The fish people scrambled to jump up, and their mouths neighed with excitement and hoarseness. Some murlocs were not strong enough to jump, so Yu used frog-like limbs to climb along the hull.

Lu Yanjue looked familiar to this ship.

He had found a photo on the back of an oil painting at Croman Manor before.

In the photo, Lu Cheng and two other people are standing in front of a ship with bright smiles on their faces. A corner of the ship on its back was exposed.

But Lu Yan compared the lines on the ship in his mind and was sure that the two cargo ships were the same ship. Worst, it's the same model.

 Since the death of the owner of Crowman Manor, the sea trading company run by the merchant quickly declined and closed down, and was split up and reorganized. The freighter was also resold, and the paint on the hull was changed.

Lu Yan had every reason to suspect that this was the ship that Lu Cheng rode on more than 20 years ago.

The system reminds at this moment: [Find a way to go around and board the ship from the other side, try not to disturb the crew on the side. After all, in the whole world, there is only such a route that connects Lalaiye. ]

[It's a bit of a hassle to be kicked off. ]