Chen Mu, who was floating at the mouth of the slit, was stunned.
The entire field of vision outside the slit was completely obscured by the pale white carapace.
He climbed up the mountain wall, stood on the edge of the cliff and looked out, his expression suddenly changed.
A huge pale turtle shell, more than 500 meters long and 300 meters wide, suddenly came into view.
Rock-like carapace dotted with coral and seaweed, ravines like twisted checkerboard lines, and irregularly arranged spikes.
"Wuxin Bell...is it so strong?!"
It didn't take long for him to react.
This is not a big turtle that came up without a careless bell, but a ship heading overseas.
"I thought it was a big ship, but I didn't expect it to be a submarine!"
…
night.
Inside the mountain wall camp.
Chen Mu sat by the campfire, looking through the gaps in the forest at the huge thing under the cliff in the distance.
Under the moonlight, little bits of fluorescence can be seen faintly shining on the white tortoise shell.
"It's amazing."
Training skills, courage, ghosts, magic weapons, Chen Mu has always known that this world is not simple.
But seeing this huge turtle shell still shocked him.
"How on earth was this thing made?"
The world overseas must be very magical.
Thinking about it this way, those harsh requirements are not so difficult to accept.
A black shadow suddenly appeared next to the bonfire.
Tu Shan looked excited: "I have found out clearly, we will set off on the fifth day of November."
"Getting on the boat tomorrow?"
Chen Mu resisted the urge to nod: "Wait and see."
"Is there a problem?" Tu Shan suddenly narrowed his eyes and became alert.
Chen Mu shook his head: "The aristocratic family is so diligent in getting together, so there won't be a trap."
"That's right." Tu Shan said with a mocking look on his face: "Beauties from each family are sent to Shouyang Palace one after another, just for some blood, tsk tsk..."
"The more blood there is, the stronger the family becomes. In order to consolidate the family's status, it's not surprising." Chen Mu said calmly.
"Wait until others explore the way before going." Chen Mu said calmly.
"Then wait two days." Tu Shan nodded.
…
Daliang 642, the first day of November.
Chen Mu packed up the mountain wall camp, brought various reserve materials, and came to Shouyang Palace on the top of the mountain.
The entire hilltop was artificially flattened, and a large group of buildings sat on it.
Red walls, yellow tiles, rockeries, cloisters and pavilions, flowers and trees, each step creates a scene.
In a bright hall, a skinny old man in his fifties sat behind a long desk and drank tea slowly.
The desk was fully stocked with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, and a finger-thick book was placed in front of the old man.
There is also a square wooden box on the right side.
"Have you thought about it?" the skinny old man asked calmly: "If you go to sea, you have to work to deduct the travel expenses."
"Think about it." Chen Mu nodded.
"Thousand Machine Order." The old man stretched out his hand and said.
Chen Mu immediately took out the Thousand Machine Token from his sleeve and handed it to the other party.
The skinny old man took the Thousand Machine Order and disappeared with a flick of his wrist. Then he pushed the book in front of him to Chen Mu: "Pick a place."
Chen Mu opened it curiously.
"Fifteen years of mining at Crocoya Mountain."
"I have been growing medicine on Motianya for ten years."
"Clams have been raised in Qingjiang Lake for twenty-five years."
"..."
Chen Mu looked at the skinny old man strangely.
Why do you feel like you've seen a job fair in your previous life?
He flipped through it again and found that the books were all about hard work like this.
And just a brief description. There is no clue what the real situation is.
They all go to work, and the requirements are similar. Harsh work like mining takes fifteen years, but growing medicine only takes ten years.
That medicine is probably not a good medicine.
Blind audition is completely about risking your life and luck.
Chen Mu glanced at the old man calmly.
Tanshou pushed the book back to the old man: "Please give me some advice, sir."
As he spoke, Chen Mu gritted his teeth and put down five white jade coins next to the book.
The skinny old man narrowed his eyes and opened the book naturally, just covering the white jade coin.
"What are your specialties?"
Chen Mu breathed a sigh of relief. White jade money works!
"I'm good at cooking!" Chen Mu was full of confidence.
The old man looked at Chen Mu calmly: "Change."
Why, you look down on my cooking skills?
"No one is looking for a cook." The old man said calmly.
Chen Mu looked regretful: "Writing and painting are also pretty good."
The old man looked at Chen Mu speechlessly: "I won't hire Mr. Accountant either."
"I can make various medicines." Chen Mu mumbled for a while.
The ten years of growing medicine made him a little worried.
The skinny old man nodded with satisfaction: "Then go to Jilong Mountain to grow yellow sprout rice for twenty years."
Chen Mu: "..."
Is there any connection between growing food and my knowledge of medicine?
Chen Mu looked at the old man with a calm face.
You won’t be cheated!
"Here, I'll give you a seal." The old man opened the wooden box and found a row of seals inside.
He picked one out and motioned to Chen Mu to show his arm.
Chen Mu's eyes suddenly narrowed. Is this the mark Tu Shan mentioned?
After covering it, will it be controlled until death?
"Repented?" The old man looked at Chen Mu calmly. He had seen this kind of thing a lot.
"Come on." Chen Mu rolled up his sleeves decisively.
The old man glanced at Chen Mu in surprise: "Aren't you afraid of being controlled by others?"
Chen Mu said calmly: "I'm more afraid of dying of old age ordinarily."
Stamping may be controlled, but you can see more scenery.
It is true that Bu Gai can live a happy life, but he may never jump out of the pond of Daliang again.
According to his cautious character in the past, he would not leave his life to others.
But he was even more unwilling to die of old age in Daliang.
Besides, compared to the gray wall of unknown origin, what is this small mark?
"Okay." The skinny old man smiled and put the circular seal on Chen Mu's left forearm.
A cool feeling came, and a circular pattern connected by black star-dot threads appeared on the arm.
Chen Mu wiped it subconsciously, but the color did not fade at all.
It's like it grows on the skin.
"Don't be afraid, it's just a precaution. If it expires or you break through the induction, it will be gone." The old man shrugged.
Chen Mu nodded.
Didn't you have to sign a contract when you were looking for a job in your previous life?
It's all covered anyway, so there's no need to worry.
The old man took out another sign from his sleeve and handed it to Chen Mu: "Keep it safe, this is your voucher."
"You can board the White Dragon Shuttle now, or you can go back and say goodbye."
"But remember to leave in the morning after four days, don't wait if it's late."
Is the turtle-shell submarine called the White Chrysanthemum Shuttle?
This is nothing like a shuttle.
"I'm going to the Baijisuo." He had long wanted to go up and have a look.
…
Two days later.
The interior of the white beetle shuttle is as bright as day.
Two rows of sixteen-story cabin buildings extend to the end against the inner walls on both sides.
There is an open area in the middle, with snow-white pillars and trees in the middle, connecting the ceiling and the ground.
The streets on the bottom floor are full of people coming and going, and the cabins on both sides have been transformed into various shops for food, clothing, housing and transportation.
There were stalls on both sides of the street selling all kinds of weird items.
There is even a Goulanwa Si for listening to music and two teahouses for drinking tea and storytelling.
If these people hadn't made any disguises, Chen Mu would have thought he was in a ghost market.
"It doesn't seem to be as bad as I thought."
He originally thought it would be a dark cabin, dozens of people crowded together, and various harsh environments.
But in reality, Shiratsu Sori is comparable to a luxury yacht in its previous life.
"This shows that our group of people are quite valuable." Chen Mu smiled bitterly.
Twenty years of hard work, all paid for traveling expenses, is indeed valuable.
At this time, a majestic figure suddenly came into view, and Chen Mu's scalp suddenly tightened: "Bai Miaojin?!"
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