Time Travel: A Fisherwoman Goes to the Sea to Raise a Baby

Chapter 323 Grandpa Xu is indeed no ordinary fisherman.

"What's going on? Didn't the old master see us? Or did he not see the copper coin?"

Xie Yushu squatted against the wall and whispered, "Or are you mistaken? I didn't see any gold rings on his ears."

Wei An shook his head: "This mark is too obvious. The old leader has retired from the gang, so naturally he can't act like before. Let's follow him and see."

He tugged at Xie Yushu's sleeve as they dodged the patrolmen and followed.

The night fog, like a veil, enveloped the entire island.

The rocks are jagged, and the sound of waves crashing against the shore is exceptionally clear in the silence.

Xu Yong, with his back hunched, walked slowly at the front, his straw sandals leaving only a shallow imprint on the soft, wet sand.

Wei An and Xie Yushu always kept a distance from him.

Xie Yushu looked at the gaunt old man in front of him and said worriedly, "Where are we going? Are we going to be silenced?"

"Aren't you one of the old man's men?"

Wei An lowered his voice, his tone full of surprise.

Xie Yushu glanced at him sideways: "How did you find out I know him?"

This old man looks sinister and is definitely not a good person.

If it weren't for Zhan Jilan, he wouldn't have known that such a person existed.

"You really don't recognize me?"

Wei Anxin was heartbroken. He thought Xie Yushu was the old leader, which is why he dared to go to the island on his own initiative.

"What a joke, I know him, but he probably doesn't know me."

Xie Yushu shrugged: "Let's not talk about it anymore, or the person will disappear."

The two stopped talking and quickly followed.

Xu Yong continued walking at a leisurely pace, as if he were really just taking a stroll on the beach.

He suddenly stopped behind a sheltered rock, tapping his pipe against the rock and sending sparks flying.

"Aren't you tired after following me all this way?"

The hoarse voice had barely faded when the old man suddenly sprang up!

Xie Yushu didn't even see how he moved. He only felt a blur before his eyes and was hit hard in the chest. He was sent flying backward and crashed heavily onto the beach.

Wei An reacted quickly; the short knife had barely left its sheath by half an inch when Xu Yong's pipe struck his wrist like a venomous snake.

"Snap!"

The sound of bone cracking was clearly audible.

Wei An grunted, the short sword slipped from his hand, and then a sharp pain shot through his knee, causing him to fall to his knees.

Their movements were so swift that if Xu Yiyi were here, she would definitely realize that her idea was correct.

Grandpa Xu was indeed no ordinary fisherman.

Seeing the two lying on the ground helpless, Xu Yong slowly walked up to them, the embers from his pipe reflecting his cold, stern eyes.

"You're quite capable, aren't you? Tell me, how did you come to us?"

Wei An coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to sit up: "Master... in an emergency, we had to act according to orders..."

Xu Yong didn't say anything, leaning against the reef and watching coldly.

Xie Yushu endured the pain and gritted his teeth, saying, "We had no choice. The gang's copper bell had been hanging at the dock for many days, but we hadn't seen the old leader yet, so we had no choice but to come to the island."

"Looks like it's my fault." Xu Yong nodded, his voice so soft it was almost a murmur.

Upon hearing this, Wei An's expression instantly changed.

"We wouldn't dare! We were too hasty. The old master's absence naturally has its own reasons."

Wei An kept his head down, not daring to continue the conversation.

Xie Yushu was even more timid, afraid that Xu Yong would see his face clearly.

"Then tell me! What's the matter that made you come all the way here to find me?"

Xu Yong dismissed it, thinking it was just that the underlings in the gang were useless, coming to him for every little thing.

"The gold transport ship from the previous dynasty..."

As soon as Wei Angang finished speaking, Xu Yong's face turned gloomy.

After everyone had explained the situation clearly, Xu Yong's eyes held a deeper meaning.

"Old Master, the gang is going through a turbulent time. The Chief wants to organize the Water Ghosts to go to sea to salvage the area, but the government is eyeing us covetously. We urge you to return to the gang and take charge of this important matter."

After a long pause, Xu Yong remained expressionless and sighed inwardly.

[The fish-shaped talisman! More than ten years have passed, and I thought this matter was lost forever.]

He pondered to himself.

Deep in the night fog, the sound of wind accompanied by the clanging of metal came from the patrolmen.

Xu Yong stood up straight and gave the two of them one last look: "I already know about this matter. I will go back tomorrow. If you dare to set foot on Wanghai Island again, you will leave your life behind."

After saying that, he slipped on his straw sandals and walked into the fog, his figure gradually becoming blurred.