At the time they thought it was a cargo ship, and they also discussed that the things these people were carrying were too messy.

Now that I think about it, it's not like that at all

The things carried on the ship were not the business they had made a fortune by speculation, but the necessary daily necessities for the survival of the Shaman tribe.

"I heard that when the old city owners were still in the dungeon, the salt and the like were all developed by themselves...Although there is no sunlight, they have their own way of extracting salt, unlike ours now... Even if there is sea water and sunlight, there is no enough salt to extract for us..."

"Dungeon?" Feng Chenglin sat up straight, hanging on the steering wheel as much as possible, squinting, as if drunk, "What dungeon? You don't... live on an island? Oh...it must be your king...your king lives in the dungeon..."

The old helmsman looked at his drunk state, hehe smiled and shook his head: "You said you are drunk, and there are so many problems... Me too, after drinking some alcohol, I have the thought of wanting to talk nonsense! Forget it, let me tell you something about our underground city..."

Regarding the dungeon, ordinary people of the Shaman tribe do not know too well.

But for so many years, folk free legends and ballads have spread.

In these words, people guessed a general thing-

Many years ago, when the ancestors of the Shark tribe were still living in the dungeon, they were just a very ordinary family.

Their family is also responsible for the internal food supply, and is regarded as a food officer.

Such an official is naturally indispensable in ordinary days, but when a crisis comes, it seems irrelevant.

Because at any time, when the danger is imminent, those politicians, military strategists, big plutocrats, etc., are the first people to be protected.

"Of course, there have been some changes in the dungeon, but we don't know what these changes are... Our ancestors avoided the things in this, only knowing where it became a battlefield for slaughter!"

"Battlefield? Slaughter..." Feng Chenglin's eyes narrowed open.

He suddenly remembered the ancient city wall he encountered after the well head of the old shopkeeper was launched.

A bronze shield is embedded on the city wall.

Could that be the proof of the war? !

"Slaughter... is the kind of killing chickens and sheep!" The old helmsman thought that he said that Feng Chenglin didn't understand it, so he explained it emphatically: "You, a wild medicine seller, don't understand what it means. The battlefield of the slaughter...I heard that it was a place where there were piles of corpse mountains! There were no living people, only dead people...the dead people piled into mountains..."

The old helmsman shook his head and sighed, as if he had witnessed the slaughter.

"In such a place, the lives of people are similar to those of chickens, ducks, dogs and rabbits, and they are not worth any money... People attack each other and kill them when they see them. As long as they are alive, they will not be allowed to appear next to them!"

Feng Chenglin didn't bother him, leaving him immersed in the immediate battlefield.

It wasn't until the horizon showed a touch of oriental red that he suddenly woke up and blinked suddenly.

"Look at me... As long as I heard those things about the battlefield when I was young, I couldn't help but imagine that when this is old, it still can't be corrected..."