A child on the trail built a pergola with his hands and looked at the sailors who were digging.

The old Taoist priest has a skinny figure, but his eyes are bright and lively.

"What a disaster"

The old Taoist priest secretly sighed.

The little Taoist boy didn't understand and asked: "Master, why is this a disaster? Didn't Master say that the more people digging rocks, the better?"

The stones on Lihuo Island are not valuable. Only some merchants who make low-price jewelry sometimes dig some back and make them into cheap gems, hairpins and the like.

No matter who comes, the Taoist priests are very enthusiastic and wish they could dig more.

The old Taoist priest looked to the north and said anxiously: "Why hasn't your senior brother come back yet?"

The little Taoist boy said: "Senior Brother Lan Bo has been gone for a long time, and it's time to come back."

"Master, those businessmen said there are rumors in the world that the ghost tribe has appeared and that King Wu of the Great Zhou Dynasty has fought against the ghost tribe."
Chapter completed!