Sea-hunting: With the system in hand, my eyes are the ruler

Xin Gaoyang coughed uncomfortably to cover up his embarrassment, "Then I'll take the three most expensive rooms you have."

Since he was paying, he and Jiang Han must both stay in a single room.

As for Zhang Haidai, he will definitely live with Lai Zhuang, after all, Lai Zhuang needs someone to take care of him. Zhang Haidai is more suitable for taking care of children.

The receptionist glanced at Xin Gaoyang again. "Our most expensive room is a deluxe sea view room for 1200 yuan a day. But there are only two available. The next lowest is 1000 yuan a day, also with a sea view, but the room isn't as big."

"Okay then, two rooms of 1200 and one of 1000."

After Xin Gaoyang got the room card, he gave the 1000-yuan card to Zhang Haidai.

The corner of Zhang Haidai's mouth twitched. Let the two of them live in a small room, and he will live in the big room alone?

Does he have the nerve?

Xin Gaoyang was very embarrassed. He was the one who paid for it, so he could live however he wanted.

Moreover, his room is next to Jiang Han's, so when he is bored, he can play games with Jiang Han.

This homestay has only three floors and no elevator.

Their rooms were all on the third floor. When they reached the stairs to the second floor, they heard someone singing and playing the piano. It sounded quite lively.

Jiang Han and the others looked at each other. They were bored anyway.

They walked together towards the direction of the sound.

They found a relatively large public terrace on the second floor facing the sea.

Everyone staying at this B&B can use this public terrace.

There were men and women on the terrace, some of them quite young. There were no lights on the terrace, but there were many candles burning.

This feeling is quite good on a moonless night.

There is also a long table with fruits, snacks, and various meats and seafood...

Sitting in the middle was a young couple, the man playing the guitar and the woman singing.

"The night sea breeze is sobbing, and memories are like sharp swords. The vast ocean swallows up your faces..."

Xin Gaoyang smiled frivolously, "This girl is pretty and sings well..."

Zhang Haidai also thought the singing was very nice, but the voice was a little sad.

The girl continued to sing: "That familiar ocean has buried too many past events. The whistling sea breeze sounds like your low singing..."

It seemed like a wind was blowing, carrying the girl's singing to the depths of the sea.

A middle-aged man in his 40s with a somewhat elegant appearance brought out a few white chairs when he saw Jiang Han and his companions.

"Young people, are you guys coming to the beach?"

Seeing that the uncle was so polite, Jiang Han and his friends sat down.

Jiang Han didn't explain anything, just nodded, "I guess so."

No matter what, they are guests when they come to Dai Island.

The uncle even brought some fruit for them to eat, but Jiang Han and the others felt embarrassed and didn't eat any.

"Uncle, you guys take care of yourselves. We'll just sit here for a while and then go back to sleep."

They just heard someone singing and playing the piano and came to join in the fun.

At this time, the song sang: "Your figures have merged into the soul of the sea, quietly watching over me in the deep blue..."

For some reason, Jiang Han's body shook unconsciously.

Did the temperature drop suddenly? Why do I feel a little cold?

The uncle smiled and said, "We don't have anything to do. Once the sacrificial ceremony is over, we will go back."

"Jiang Han was stunned for a moment. Sacrifice?"

At this moment, the hat that Jiang Han had been wearing tightly was blown off by the sea breeze.

The singing suddenly stopped, and the girl who was singing looked at Jiang Han, "Hailong Aotian, is that you?"

The originally lively atmosphere fell silent, and everyone's attention was focused on Jiang Han.

Xin Gaoyang, who was standing next to him, suddenly asked, "Jiang Han, why are all these candles white?"

Only then did Jiang Han realize that all the candles lit here were white.

Because these candles were relatively short, a bit like scented candles, Jiang Han didn't pay attention to the color of the candles at first.

Now looking at it, he found that the table with snacks was facing the sea.

There were also white candles on the table.

But instead of placing them in a pair as usual, they are placed in a circle around the food.

Jiang Han's head was buzzing. So this wasn't some tourist gathering, but a place of worship?

Jiang Han and the others looked at each other. This was too awkward.

"Gan Hailong Aotian, I really like watching your videos. Since we meet, let's have something to eat together. We will have a barbecue here later." A young man about the same age as Xin Gaoyang said to Jiang Han.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you guys..."

Before Jiang Han could finish his words, he was interrupted by the middle-aged man who had spoken at the beginning. "It's not your fault. Our sacrifices are quite modern. Most people wouldn't think we were worshipping our ancestors."

Jiang Han breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was to worship the ancestors.

He almost thought it was some kind of ritual from some poisonous cult.

The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Han twice more and said, "I didn't expect that I could meet you in real life. This means that today is a good day."

Jiang Han's mouth twitched, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He didn't think this was a good day.

The young man playing the guitar suddenly asked Jiang Han, "Hailong Aotian, have you heard about the shipwreck that happened forty years ago?"

Jiang Han frowned slightly, "I've heard about the Lu Siyang shipwreck."

But that was more than sixty years ago.

"Early Winter Flood", "Nanyang Strong Wind" and "Beiyang Wangfeng" are the three flood seasons for small yellow croaker.

That year, in order to catch the "North Sea Strong Wind" spring flood season, more than 5000 fishing boats from Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Fujian, Liaoning and Shanghai rushed to Lu Siyang in Jiangsu Province. As a result, a sudden force 10 gale occurred in that sea area, which eventually caused the death of more than 1000 fishermen.

Jiang Han always thought that more than 1000 people was just a conservative figure, and the actual number might be much larger than this.