Shark Lie Song

"Old man, I'm here."

"Who are you calling, little turtle!"

"I'm a shark, not a turtle..."

As soon as the hermit crab got out of its majestic shell, it saw the sneaky Wanqi mirror, so it coughed heavily, and the moment the sound wave touched the Wanqi mirror, the latter stopped breathing.The above conversation took place between the two people.

"Old Crab Ancestor, I'm here to see you again!"

"No need... By the way, didn't your people just leave? Why are you alone?"

The hermit crab is too lazy to listen to Wan Chengjing's flattery.Mermaids have a long lifespan, but he lived thousands of times longer than the little salamander in front of him. Naturally, he knows that young people are all frizzy and have nothing to do, and they can't fart a loud fart with eight poles.

Wan Chengjing scratched her head in embarrassment, trying to imitate human puffed cheeks—but a string of fine bubbles burst out of the hidden cheeks mercilessly...

"The patriarch originally agreed with me to join the pearl fishing team! But the captain! He hates me!"

"What do you hate?" The old hermit crab thought to himself, it's right to hate you, brat... don't you think you are annoying?

Wan Chengjing said with righteous indignation: "He dislikes me for not being strong enough!... You said that you just want to touch a bead, do you need to be so powerful?"

The hermit crab was silent for a while after listening, then instantly waved its larger pincers and began to beat Wan Chengjing violently.

"You ungrateful little bastard! If I were to tell you, I shouldn't bother you!... Really think that the sky is the boss and you are the second child? Your captain hates it! Instead, it's your patriarch, who has lost his head!"

Wan Chengjing was unable to fight back and ran away, but the old hermit crab didn't chase after him, and crawled back onto the clam shell calmly.

"Come here," he waved his pliers at Wan Chengjing, who acted as if he was "observing secretly" and didn't come forward, "Come here, I have something to tell you."

Wan Chengjing gave up resistance and obediently stepped forward.

"Son, let me tell you what happened in the last month first!..." Like the hermit crab, Wan Chengjing also sat down on a dead clam shell at the edge of the clam colony, "I It has been guarding here for a long time, and the people who covet this treasure have never stopped for thousands of years, and the number of people who die here can be thousands of people every year."

Wan Chengjing looked back at the group of mussels, and the almost invisible darkness in the depths of a sea mile away made him tremble for no reason.

"A few days ago, a team of barracudas from nowhere broke in frizzily, and I watched them take away bags of pearls with cold eyes—I will not take the initiative to interfere with these robbers and bandits here, because greed will Send them to hell!"

After the hermit crab said sinisterly, he looked up at the ignorant Wan Chengjing, and sighed inwardly.

"The reason why I humble you is because even the experienced pearl hunters in the skilled pearl fishing teams of various ethnic groups die in countless mussels every year... Do you think that the old man and I are the only ones who see these people here?" A clam shell that can't move or attack? Wrong, big mistake!"

The hermit crab stopped, and Wan Chengjing opened his eyes wide in confusion.

"Whether this group of mussels formed naturally in the first place is still unknown—after all, my grandfather's grandfather was still very young at that time... For so many years, the group of mussels and some parasitic creatures have cooperated in life and death. Some can release toxins, unconsciously fascinating the intruder, and some, the moment you open the clam shell, they will rush out of the clam shell, only rushing towards your throat... There are too many, too many to list. "

Wan Chengjing had goose bumps all over his body before waiting for the hermit crab's words to fall, and the fish scales on the tail of his lower body were also slightly exploded.

"But wasn't I okay last time?" He asked back.

The hermit crab looked at him.

"You, the last time you went back, did you see the portrait of Wan Chengdong?"

Wan Chengjing was taken aback for a moment, nodded and answered yes.

The hermit crab's fist-sized black eyes all turned to look at Wan Chengjing's face.

"Like, really like."

"Like what?" Wan Chengjing asked hoarsely, with a tremor unconsciously in his voice.

"Of course it's Jingwei and Wan Qidong... Your patriarch probably has a lot of headaches about producing beads for you, right?"

Wan Chengjing was confused about this conversation, but his gentle personality still made him humble to the senior.

"Yes. I have been trained a lot since I was a child..."

He lowered his head, thinking about the past.

At that time, when the sharks in the clan reached a certain age (usually about 50 years old), the clan would hold a large-scale ceremony: led by Wan Qilin, all qualified adult bead producers would appear—they In front of them are the little sharks in the clan who are just at the age of jumping up and down.

Every bead producer will choose from among the small mermaids based on their feelings—because it is said that bead producers with high bead production ability are naturally very sensitive to the best pearls—they select the ignorant little mermaids, and then take them back to cultivate a Time, wait until the harvest conference a month later, the pearl producers will let those more talented disciples show their harvest.

Wan Qijing was admired by a gray-haired old pearl producer.

This person's status in the clan is second only to Wan Qilin. He is one of the elders and is in charge of sacrificial matters within the clan.

The young Wan Chengjing seems to be more sensitive and weak than other children by nature.On the third day after being selected, he cried and made a fuss because he could not see his mother, Qiaoniang and younger brother. All kinds of twisted and muddy beads poured down like rain, which made the old priest and Wan Qilin helpless. We can only send him back to his mother early.

Merman's tears are waterproof, which is why they have strong eyesight underwater.

However, the reason why the merman beads, which are priceless on land, are so precious - that is because there are few merman who can produce beads first, and among them, those who can produce good beads are even rarer.Moreover, the most important point is also the least concerned by the world: the tears of the sharks can actually be regarded as illusions of the blood essence of the sharks. A person will soon be blinded by crying and die from tears...

The old priest did not give up.He came to Wan Chengjing's house every three days and explained to his mother earnestly.

In the merman race, the merman king is above the other, the elders are next, the priests are above the ranks, and the most noble is the pearl producer.

The old priest has lived for a long time, so long that he himself knows that his life is not long.

When he was young, he was the son of Pianpian in the clan, and when he was in his prime, he produced many pearls that the world called "treasures" and attracted disputes among land countries...

But now, he hasn't produced anything for many years - there is not even a solid that can be formed, only some dross that can be broken with a twist.

He had already resigned to his fate in despair... But, he saw the huge treasure hidden in the young man in front of him!

The surging mysterious attraction is like the pull of a monster, and the energy contained in it hits overwhelmingly, violently suffocating people!

He saw the long-lost dream! ...

The old hermit crab interrupted Wan Chengjing's memories with a sigh.

"You are one of the few good seedlings that I can see the talent for pearl picking—so I hid in the house on purpose that day, and watched you pick pearls from afar," the hermit crab pointed to its huge shell, and then pointed to the shell. The direction of picking pearls in the mirror is indeed an excellent view. "I often wander around the mussels. I know where there are good pearls. I have a faint feeling in my heart when you come here. As expected, you Just look for those high-quality goods... It's so weird and wonderful, good and bad are free!"

Wan Chengjing thought that he was finding all the pearls he could find at will--it turned out that it was just a talent buried in his own flesh and blood--

He was really surprised to learn this.

but……

"If clams are so dangerous, why didn't you stop me that day?"

Hermit crab Ghostpox smiles.

"Talented people are precious, and I have met so many old men in the vicissitudes of life. But if talented people are greedy—"

Before the old hermit crab finished speaking, Wan Chengjing felt that he could already understand what he said next.

"Then it's not a pity to die after all..."

On the way in the Hui nationality, Wan Chengjing felt as if he had something important and didn't have time to ask the hermit crab.

He thought about it all the way, but he didn't even hear Wan Qilin greet him at the entrance of the village, and swam straight past the patriarch, leaving the patriarch behind.

Wan Qilin looked surprised, and his personal guard "Black Melon" called Wan Qijing back angrily.

Wan Qijing returned to Wan Qilin's side, and the latter exhorted him earnestly and earnestly: If you want to fish for pearls, you must listen to the captain's words honestly, or go home as soon as possible to serve grandma's knees, don't worry Tianyi accidentally failed to collect the pearl and died in the clam group...

Wan Chengjing listened absent-mindedly, and answered "yes" with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye——Wan Chenglin was so unaccustomed to it.

The "black melon" next to him couldn't bear to look at it anymore, and it seemed to give Wan Chengjing a "shoot watermelon"!

In the blink of an eye, at the moment when the slap of "Black Melon" touched Wan Qijing's head, the latter saw the ink-like hair of the black melon and the silvery tail of Wan Qilin from the corner of his eyes. The question that was about to come out Jumped into his heart at once...

How does the old hermit crab know what Jingwei and Wan Tongdong look like?

……

"It hurts, it hurts, black... no, the hero has mercy, the patriarch has mercy!"

Wan Qilin was aggrieved, and seeing his virtue made him even more angry from the bottom of his heart!

"Wan Chengjing, idle around every day!...Go and clean the ancestral hall for me!"

"Yes……"

Wan Chengjing ran away in a flash.