That night, Mingdai had a dream.

In the dream, she seemed to have turned into a rock on the seaside, located in a quiet fishing village, listening to the sound of rolling waves day and night, and witnessing every scene in the village every day.

When the sky just dawned in the morning, the seaside gradually became lively. Newly drawn maps were handed out from the house at the middle door of the village and circulated among the fishermen. Accompanied by chants, on the pier

Fishing boats go out to sea one after another.

According to the fishermen, all the maps came from the instructions of the prophet. They recorded the upcoming storms and waves, and were closely related to their destiny.

Gradually, the sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the light of dawn is coming from the distance between the water and the sky. The small oil lamps on the fishing boats are also extinguished one by one, and the scene of several boats competing has awakened the whole village.

On the other side of the reef, groups of hiking divers have just come ashore, and there are strings of footprints on the wet beach.

They skillfully set up a bonfire in a cave by the sea, and the slightly moist firewood kept bursting with sparks. Naked women, old and young, sat in a circle around the fire, on the plump and dry hills.

There are still drops of transparent water hanging on them.

In the small but hidden cave, they held up their chests and compared each other without any scruples, laughed and cursed, and occasionally talked about the fishermen in their prime, their vigorous figures, and their magnificent figures.

They also talked about the unbearable sea smell on their bodies...

Some young girls who had just arrived were frightened by the harsh topics and hurriedly plugged their ears and tried to hide back. A burst of good-natured laughter burst out from the crowd.

The experienced haenyeo were afraid that they would catch cold, so they couldn't help but pull them back to the campfire. Under the light of the fire, their shy and timid faces became the most beautiful pictures in the morning light.

Men go to sea, women fish for pearls, and children collect clams.

Work at sunrise and return at dusk, with the smoke curling up from the cooking pots, making it a joyful experience.

At the end of every season, they would gather together, light fires to offer sacrifices, sing and dance, give thanks to the prophet, and pray for God's blessings.

Everything seemed to be shrouded in a hazy veil, as beautiful as a dream, except for the door in the middle of the village that could never be opened.

And just when Mingdai had become accustomed to the life in the fishing village and was slowly immersed in it, the scene in front of her suddenly changed drastically.

First there were huge waves, and then there were flames all over the sky. One after another well-equipped black ships entered the harbor at night. The gunfire instantly ignited the dark sea surface, and the sky began to turn yellow.

Sob, scream.

Men, women, old and young fled in a hurry, while cocks and dogs barked incessantly in the village. Amidst the flash of swords and shadows, the house in the center of the village was forcibly broken open.

The firelight illuminated the sky, and also illuminated several figures outside the door and a corner of the room. A closer look revealed that there was a two or three-year-old girl locked in an iron cage inside the door of the room.

But unfortunately she died long ago.

"Bad luck." A voice said this, but Mingdai couldn't see anything clearly, it was like a voiceover in a TV series.

"What's next?"

"What else can we do? Since these villagers dare to kill the gods, let's catch them all and sell them to appease their master's anger-"

After the words fell, the scene turned and all the men in black came out in force.

A hand stretched out from the side, the purple-black spiritual fire melted the iron cage, and the girl's body was taken out.

In just a moment, the ghostly tongues of fire grew long in the wind, and in a moment the door swallowed up the entire door.

At the same time, in the cave by the sea.

A young woman had just experienced premature labor, and her baby's cries were muffled by the sound of gunfire.

Sweat and blood mixed together, soaking her whole body, and her mature but pale face could still vaguely see the shy and timid appearance of the girl at the beginning of the dream.

Being a mother means being strong.

Seeing the firelight outside getting brighter and brighter, she ignored the pain all over her body and her own weakness, and quickly reached out to put the baby into her arms.

It's a baby girl.

It was the child that fell from her body.

In an instant, a wonderful emotion connected the two lives together, and even Ming Dai, who was a spectator, felt an inexplicable resonance.

But when she saw clearly that there was a blood-stained jade scale on the baby girl's back, the woman suddenly went crazy again, crying and laughing, her voice full of despair.

…

After that, the screen changed.

The woman fled the fishing village with her infant baby and hid in the town. She deliberately dressed "her" as "him" and hid in Tibet for three or four years.

Until one day later, the woman went out as usual, but never came back.

Some people said that they had seen her pushed into the most prosperous river in the city.

So the child jumped into the river without hesitation and swam as hard as he could. Unknowingly, the door seemed to have turned into a fish.

But when he emerged from the water with his sleeping mother full of joy, what awaited him was the fear of passers-by and the black cage.

He had seen that kind of cage.

It's from the auction house.

Once caught, he will be put in a cage, placed on the valuation table, and humiliated and sold like a monster or a slave.

The strong sense of crisis prompted him to dive into the water again and flee in a panic, but no matter how hard he swam, he could never get rid of the cage.

At that moment, Mingdai seemed to be dragged into this underwater chase, and all the feelings rushed towards her like a tide.

Breathing became more and more difficult, and her limbs gradually lost strength. Seeing the cage behind her getting closer and closer, the child suddenly turned his head, looked straight at her, and said seriously -

"Uncle, I seem to have wet the bed."

Mingdai:Huh?

Um??!!

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Mingdai woke up suddenly.

The sky was dimly lit outside the window and the tits were chirping. Everything reminded her that what she had experienced before was just a dream.

Can……

Is it really a dream?

Thinking of the words she heard before waking up, Ming Dai almost subconsciously looked to her side. At the same time, a familiar little milk sound sounded in her ears.

"Uncle Master~"

She turned around and met the eyes of Little Douding, who was lying on the bed with his butt protruded. The latter blinked and showed a guilty and flattering smile.

A bad premonition suddenly arose in Mingdai's heart, and she immediately reached out and touched the place next to her——

Then he jumped out of bed!

Wet!

It's even warm!

This unfortunate child!

In just a few breaths, the door was pushed open, and hot water began to boil in the pot in the kitchen.

A beautiful and harmonious day started when Xiao Douding drew a map of Central Continent on Elder Tang's bed.

…

Soon, the door of the room was tidied, the water in the pot was boiled, and the sky became completely bright.

A titmouse happened to pass by in mid-air. Hearing the commotion in the room, it stopped on the window frame, tilted its head and looked at the two-legged beast in the room through the crack in the window.

In the hot water mist, I saw a little kid who was stripped naked and thrown into the bathtub, still giggling, and on her back, a fish-scale birthmark exuded a jade-like color in the water.

luster.

Titmouse suddenly felt a little excited.

No bird can refuse something shiny.

So it quietly stretched its neck.

But before it could see clearly, a handkerchief suddenly flew out from the side and hit the cub's back with a "snap" sound, causing the titmouse to flap its wings in shock!

Someone attacked the bird?

The tit was shocked, but it was reluctant to part with the jade scales that had caught a glimpse of it. Just when it was hesitating to stop and look at it for a while, a vicious female voice sounded in the room again -

"I will rub some skin off for you today!"

Mom! What the devil is saying!

Curiosity killed the bird!

The tit trembled all over, and now it didn't dare to stay for a second longer. It quickly fluttered its wings and flew away.

But the bird didn't know that the human cub in the room was not frightened by these words, but actually smiled sheepishly.

She knew that she had done something bad, so she lay beside the bathtub obediently and was still handled by Mingdai throughout the whole process. Whether it was washing her hair or taking a bath, she acted very cooperatively.

But when she was about to finish washing, she was sitting in the bathtub with her back to Ming Dai, and suddenly she said something out of nowhere -

"Master once told Ah Ruan that if a secret is revealed, it is no longer a secret. Even the closest people cannot believe it easily."

"Nowadays, apart from Master, Uncle Master is the first and only two."

"So, uncle."
Chapter completed!