As he lay on the deck, his skin turned black, and his hair that was messy in the wind was mixed with a lot of fine sea salt.
He kept pursed his lips, constantly extracting water from his saliva, but the more he did this, his lips It was broken like thousands of broken ravines, and the blood condensed from the cracks into blood scars.
And I couldn't feel the pain in my mouth at this time.
I only knew that my throat was about to smoke, and it was extremely sticky.
Every time I swallowed a mouthful of phlegm, I felt like I was suffocating.
I half-squinted my eyes and looked at the sky that was gradually turning blue.
A few seagulls were hovering over the yacht.
But at this time, these seagulls made me feel like vultures that specialize in eating the carrion of dead people.
They were waiting for us to be dried up alive. , starve to death.
Once we die, they will rush down from the sky and eat our flesh piece by piece.
Long Kui, who was the most energetic, was dying in the cabin on this day, lying on the floor with lifeless eyes.
He didn't like the sun, so except for standing on the deck at night to let the wind blow, he hid in the cabin during the day. .
"Boom" Suddenly, the yacht suddenly shook, as if it had touched a rock, and the hull shook violently.
Then a huge shadow covered the sky and covered our yacht.
With empty eyes, I seemed to see a huge mountain constantly pressing in the direction of the yacht, as if it was going to crush us.
But after I saw the "mountain" clearly, my empty eyes finally focused.
It was not a mountain, but a huge freighter.
The height of the hull was almost as high as a mountain.
"The ship is ready," I shouted feebly.
Captain Xie and Ye Tuzi also opened their almost rotten eyes, and the dawn of longing finally burst out in their eyes.
They wanted to speak, but their shouts turned into silent hoarseness, and no one knew they were there.
What to say, but we know there is hope.
Not long after, several people on the freighter began to climb off the ship, tied us up like dead bodies, and sent us to the freighter.
The last tension in my head finally couldn't hold on anymore, and when I was carried to the freighter, I passed out.
The moment he fell into coma, he heard the voices of the crew and the song of birds from an unknown country.
Before he could understand it, his consciousness fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up from the cargo ship, the ship had already docked, and I didn’t know which country it had arrived in.
Then a group of us were sent to the local hospital by the crew.
The captain seemed to have communicated with the hospital doctor before leaving the hospital. , they should be back on the ship.
After two days of treatment, our bodies gradually recovered.
When we asked, we found out that we were actually taken to South Korea.
We couldn't understand them at all.
Each of us was shocked.
The first place we went to sea was China's Nanlang Island.
After we walked eastward to the Wanglun Sea area, we were sucked into a giant whirlpool.
Even if we escaped from the underwater world, it should still be within the scope of China's sea area.
Within, but after floating on the ocean for eight days, we were rescued by a Korean cargo ship.
Because we couldn't communicate by language, after the treatment, we were all sent to the local police station, and finally met a Korean who could speak Chinese.
We claimed that we were hit by a tornado at sea and lost our way.
We lost our passport and identity card information.
In desperation, with the arrangement of the police, we were lucky enough to get on a plane and be sent back to Beijing.
After arriving in Beijing and explaining to the police, we were relieved.
When we arrived in Beijing, we arrived at Mingbao's territory.
After leaving the police station, everyone felt relaxed.
The pleasure of surviving a disaster was fully reflected on our faces.
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"Come to my territory and take a look," Ming Bao said with a hearty smile.
"Nonsense, I won't go to your place, but go to the south.
I don't have a dime on me.
I haven't been to the capital for a long time.
You just want to take me for a walk," said Ye Tuzi.
"Keep it safe, eat well, drink well and have fun," Ming Bao said with a smile.
"I'll go, it's a dragon."
Big Tou said proudly.
"It's necessary.
If the reception is not good, you will destroy me."
"Hahaha" I have to say that after the tribulation of life and death, Ming Bao is no stranger to us Guifu Seven.
He speaks with a Beijing accent, and it is indeed different when he comes to his own territory.
Panjiayuan.
After arriving here, I was instantly attracted by the dazzling array of things here.
The overall atmosphere of Panjiayuan is very unique.
Along the way, there are many people setting up street stalls, as well as antique teahouses, classical furniture stores, modern collection areas, stone carvings, catering services, etc.
It must be said that a large-scale market has been formed here.
There are countless old objects, jewelry and jade, handicrafts, collectibles, and decorations everywhere, which are so numerous that no one can even see them.
"This is the country's largest large-scale antique art market that spreads folk culture."
Ming Bao explained like a tour guide.
Our eyes were all attracted by the dazzling array of objects in the shops on both sides.
No one heard what Ming Bao said.
"The merchants operating here come from all over the country, and even foreign merchants, and the annual transaction volume can reach billions of yuan."
Ming Bao continued.
Many art collectors like to come here to search for treasures, and many people have actually found antiques worth tens of millions of times at affordable prices.
In recent years, with the prosperity of the Panjiayuan flea market, the market has also become more popular.
It became a household name here.
"Actually, there is a saying that there is a ghost market here."
"How do you talk about this?"
I suddenly became interested and said.
"One theory is that during the Qing Dynasty, it was dark here before dawn, and there were no electric lights.
The poor lit flints, and the rich held lanterns.
Under the simple lighting equipment, which was dim and flickering like a will-o'-the-wisp, people stopped and walked. , erratic.
There are no ghosts, but the ghost energy comes first.
Yes.
In addition, many Liang Shang gentlemen also come here to sell some shady things, and there are even counterfeiters who take advantage of the chaos to sell some fake products.
Both of them are sneaky and inseparable from "ghosts".
"The ghost market got its name from this."
Ming Bao explained.
"Does it mean that many fake products are sold as fake and genuine, deceiving people who are new to the industry and novices?"
I asked.
Ming Bao nodded and said: "That's true.
There are many vendors who actually don't have much discernment themselves.
They treat the antiques they collect as fakes and sell them, and some newcomers who have just entered the industry treat the fakes as treasures and buy them at high prices.
There are all kinds of people here who have been deceived and abducted.
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There are rumors, and of course there are also miraculous legends.
Things worth tens of dollars were finally identified and were worth hundreds of millions
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