Li Mo did find two batches of treasures on the other two mountains, but the number was far less than the treasures on the highest mountain, but he also found priceless treasures among them.
It was a coral tree, about seventy centimeters high, with branches extending all around. It was blood red and extremely rare. Li Mo once saw one in the Palace Museum, but the color was not bright enough and the size was not as big as this one. Even so, it was still a valuable treasure in the museum.
On this isolated island, the temperature did not change much. Apart from feeling the passage of time from the words "正" carved on the wall, Li Mo basically lived a day-to-day life.
At first, he liked chatting with Sun Dasheng, and later Sun Ersheng also came to curry favor with him. Sometimes he would chat with Sun Ersheng for a long time, but he always did the talking.
Later he felt tired, gradually became taciturn, and finally stopped talking at all.
Another early morning, Li Mo woke up and used his knife to draw a horizontal line on the cave wall. His eyes swept across the carvings on the cave wall. Today was the 721st day he was stranded on the isolated island. Counting the time he spent recovering from his injuries on the merchant ship, he had been missing for more than two years.
Sun Dasheng and Sun Ersheng each led their subjects and began to fight for hegemony again by the lake. Small stones were flying around in the sky.
After Li Mo showed up, the Chu-Han struggle for hegemony ended automatically. He first cleaned his mouth with a relatively soft twig dipped in salt, then washed his face well, and looked at his reflection in the water. Except that his body was relatively clean, his appearance was no different from that of a savage.
After everything was over, Li Mo walked toward the seaside with a machete on his back and a stick and spear in his hand. He has been going to the beach for more than a month, hoping that the shadow of the merchant ship will appear at the end of the blue sky.
I finally understand why the Ming Dynasty man named Zhao Zhong chose to end his life after everyone else died. Sometimes living is a kind of torture, a kind of pain, and life is worse than death.
Li Mo was still lying on the tallest boulder, listening to the sound of the sea water lapping at the coast, and looking at the blue sky, where a group of seabirds flew overhead from time to time.
Sun Dasheng and Sun Ersheng squatted next to each other, shouting at each other from time to time, showing a vigorous attitude.
The sun rose slowly and the temperature gradually increased. Li Mo closed his eyes and felt the sea breeze.
I don't know how long it took, but the two monkey kings suddenly screamed like crazy and pushed Li Mo's arms.
Li Mo subconsciously opened his eyes and saw an extremely huge silver bird swooping down above the sea and under the blue sky.
After being in a daze for a few seconds, Li Mo suddenly stood up, his body trembling slightly. The huge silver bird fell into the sea as far as the eye could see.
Then a group of sparks bloomed. Probably because it was too far away from the isolated island, it took ten seconds to hear the rumble after the explosion.
Plane crash.
Just as this idea came to Li Mo's mind, the plane exploded for the second and third time. The impact point of the plane was not the sea, but a similar island, but it would not be too large and the altitude would not be high, otherwise Li Mo would have been able to see the vague outline of the island.
If the plane crashes, if it is an Airbus, judging from the current explosion situation, the chances of the passengers inside escaping are slim. Even if Li Mo wanted to go to the rescue, he could only look back and sigh. The boats used to escape two years ago were destroyed one after another while passing through this sea area. There are too many reefs under the sea, and you will hit them accidentally.
Although no one wants to encounter a plane crash, for Li Mo, this may be his only chance to return alive.
Li Mo's dying heart was rekindled with fighting spirit, and strength was injected into his body. He rushed to the forest with a machete and started cutting down the trees. He wanted to build a raft in a short time, and then when the rescue teams arrived, he would support the raft and cross the sea full of reefs to escape to the rescue. , regardless of whether it can succeed or not, this is the last resort.
When the sun turned westward the next day, Li Mo finally saw the shadow of the ship that came to rescue appeared at the end of the sea level, getting bigger and bigger.
And there's more than one.
Li Mo pushed the two-story wooden raft into the sea. He caused the other party to misunderstand, so he did not bring the machete or the like. He wore a natural wood fiber skirt around his waist that he carefully knitted when he was bored. It could only cover the key parts. If the wind was strong, the scene would be very eye-catching.
But compared with the opportunity to escape, Li Mo couldn't care about other things. Besides, even if my biological parents are standing in front of me, they may not be able to recognize me at a glance.
He jumped on the raft, looked back at Sun Dasheng and Sun Ersheng on the shore, and waved to them. Probably the two monkey kings also knew that Li Mo was going away, so they squatted there without squeaking, but kept watching him go away.
Li Mo used a wooden stick at the beginning. Even though he had strange eyes, he could not avoid bumps and bumps because he was not a boatman and could not control the direction as he pleased. As for how those pirate ships got in and out six hundred years ago, it is impossible to study.
While holding on to the wooden stick, he rowed towards the outside of the island. He didn't know how long he had been struggling, but Li Mo felt very tired anyway. He drank a few big mouthfuls of fresh water and looked at the sea ships in the distance. He must paddle out before it got dark. We also hope that the wind and waves here will not be too strong, otherwise our raft may fall apart before we can get out.
In the collision, Li Mo finally broke out of the shallow water area of the island, where the waves became much calmer. He changed to a wooden oar that was treated with a machete, and moved forward confidently towards the ship, waving his hand there from time to time, hoping to attract the other party's attention.
As the distance got closer, the ship over there finally spotted Li Mo floating on the sea. Then he saw a lifeboat being lowered from the ship and heading towards him.
"Ahhhh-"
Li Mo was so excited that he wanted to shout, but the words couldn't come out and his voice changed. He tried two more times, but his heart suddenly went cold. He seemed to be speechless and could only make ahhh sounds.
But then he burst into tears of joy because he saw the familiar red flag flying on the lifeboat, and the compatriots of the motherland came to save him.
The lifeboat slowly stopped, and the two men in their thirties stared at Li Mo in surprise. He has messy long hair, a full beard, bronze skin all over his body, and a useless bark skirt around his waist.
Li Mo gestured towards him excitedly, making ahhh sounds in his mouth.
"Come here, climb up." The two rescuers reached out and grabbed Li Mo's hands and dragged him into the lifeboat. One of them also took off his coat and motioned for him to wrap it around his waist.
Li Mo held his hand and shook it vigorously, and then changed into clothes in front of them. The fabric gave him a sense of security and comfort.
"Can you understand us?"
One of them asked him tentatively, while the other drove the lifeboat back.
"Ahhhh."
Li Mo opened his mouth, then nodded excitedly.
"Are you really Chinese?"
Li Mo nodded again. He hadn't spoken for a long time. He couldn't remember whether it was twelve months or longer. Now hearing the voices of his compatriots, he turned around and pointed to the isolated island in the distance, and then gestured with his hands.
"You mean, you encountered an accident before and ended up on that isolated island?"
Li Mo suddenly felt that this brother was too considerate.
"Brother, let's get back to the ship. You're safe. We'll take you home."
. . . . . . . .
Li Mo was sitting on a chair in the cabin. He had already taken a good hot bath and put on clean and comfortable clothes. A master on the ship also helped him cut his hair into inches and shave off his beard, finally returning him to his previous appearance.
It's just that his sun-tanned skin will never recover for a while.
There were more than ten people standing in front of him, all looking at him curiously.
The captain was a fifty-year-old man with a very burly build. His skin was probably very damaged from being at sea all year round.
"You can't speak?"
Li Mo nodded and pointed to his throat.
"How did you end up on that island?"
Li Mo pointed to the pen not far away, and someone hurriedly handed it to him, along with the paper. He wrote a few words on the paper and handed it to the captain.
"Two years ago, there was a geothermal eruption in the Indian Ocean, which caused an earthquake and tsunami." The captain took a breath, stepped forward and patted his shoulder lightly and said, "The power of that tsunami was very terrifying, and many countries along the coast of the Indian Ocean were affected. It was affected, and many people even died. Later, it was reported that eight merchant ships had lost contact. After analysis, it was speculated that they probably encountered a shipwreck. No one on the merchant ship survived. I didn’t expect you to survive, brother, you It means that if you survive a disaster, you will be blessed later."
"Yes, yes, this brother is really lucky."
"Brother, what is your name and where are you from? Now that you have been rescued, we can help you contact your family first and tell them that you are still alive."
"Yes, you have been missing for more than two years. Your family must be very worried. They probably think you have died in a shipwreck."
Everyone on the boat was talking a lot, and the captain motioned for everyone to quiet down.
Li Mo wrote a few more words and a phone number on the paper.
"Your name is Li Mo, okay, let's contact you now. Does this phone number belong to your grandpa?"
Li Mo nodded.
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