I created Qin Tianjian in modern times

When the village chief turned around and saw Zhu Qingyang and his team members standing behind him with a curious look on their faces, an expression of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face, as if he had seen a ghost.

"I clearly saw you going out to sea, how come you are here?" said the village chief in disbelief.

After all, they only had a small fishing boat. How could the team members possibly survive at sea for so long?

Everyone involved in the search had almost given up hope. In such a storm, the chance of survival was almost zero.

However, now, the team members were standing in front of him intact. The village chief rubbed his eyes, wondering if he had seen it wrong.

Zhu Qingyang waved his hand nonchalantly: "Village Chief, this little storm is nothing to us. But what are you looking for in the heavy rain?"

The village chief sighed with a bitter face: "Of course I am worried about you. You ignored all the advice and went out to sea in such strong winds and waves. If anything really happened, I would never be able to sleep or eat in peace for the rest of my life. I quickly asked someone to contact the nearby garrison, but there was no sign of the fishing boat. Everyone thought you would never come back..."

At this time, the captain who rushed over after hearing the news looked at them in confusion, obviously confused by their sudden appearance: "Are you the 788 Exploration Team? How did you do it? Going out to sea in such a strong storm, and still coming back safely?"

Han Feng saluted the captain and said, "Thank you for your hard work, comrades. Don't worry, we are just conducting a routine investigation..."

The captain's eyes were full of astonishment. He really couldn't understand how these people dared to go out to sea in such strong winds and waves and could still stand here as if nothing had happened.

Zhu Qingyang then pulled the village chief aside and whispered, "Village chief, we have something to ask you. Now that everything is fine, let them all go back."

The village chief nodded blankly and sent away all the villagers as Zhu Qingyang said.

Seeing that the 788 Exploration Team was fine, although the captain still had some doubts, he decided to call the team together first, report the matter to his superiors and then make plans.

After everyone left, the team members followed the village chief back to the simple wooden house.

The team members were all wet, and the village chief saw it and quickly lit a bonfire.

But when he looked back again, he was surprised to find that the team members had become very dry, and even their hair that was originally wet now had no water drops on it.

"This..." The village chief couldn't believe it. Zhu Qingyang just happened to put the remaining talismans back into the treasure chest at this time.

"Village chief, we would like to know if there were any legends or stories about this generation a long time ago?" Han Feng suddenly asked.

The village chief was startled, then shook his head: "I am the village chief here. I have lived here for many years and have never heard of any legends."

But people noticed that when the village chief said this, there was a strange light in his eyes.

Zhu Qingyang understood what he meant and immediately looked at the village chief and said, "Village chief, I hope you won't hide anything. If we hadn't found anything, we wouldn't be asking this question. Do you really know nothing? What was this place like before?"

The village chief looked at Zhu Qingyang in astonishment, and then looked at the other team members. This reaction made the team members more certain that the village chief must be hiding some secrets, but he just didn't want to say more.

"Village chief, we have reason to suspect that this earthquake and the storm that is forming are not natural phenomena. So whether you say it or not, our investigation will continue. But if we cannot find and solve the cause before the storm is fully formed, you should be very clear about how much devastation this storm will bring..." Han Feng said word by word.

"Because of the earthquake, many people have become homeless and can only huddle in makeshift tents. The emergence of this storm will add greater risks and burdens to the already difficult rescue operations. Military rescue data in recent days show that the chances of survival of people rescued from the ruins have dropped to the lowest. If this continues, how many people will die in this disaster?"

Han Feng's words made the village chief feel extremely heavy. At this moment, it seemed as if countless lives were on his shoulders. Whether he could save these lives depended on whether he was willing to tell the truth.

The village chief slowly stood up and walked towards the inner room silently.

At this time, Yang Xueli found an opportunity and asked in a low voice: "How did you know that the village chief must know something?"

Han Feng showed the compass in his hand and said thoughtfully: "After coming up from the sea, we used the compass to determine the location of the village. As we were looking for it, I noticed that the architecture of this village is very sophisticated. The houses are located on the key points of Feng Shui, forming a very ancient Bagua formation.

"If it were in the past, we could still suspect that these houses were seen by our ancestors and passed down from generation to generation. But in this earthquake, most of the houses were destroyed, and the wooden houses we see now were built later. And during the reconstruction process, they still adhered to the principles of Feng Shui. There must be something unusual about this village..."

While they were discussing quietly, the village chief finally returned, but this time he was holding a wooden stick wrapped with a cloth soaked in flammable material and a plastic bag on top of the cloth.

He looked at the team members and said, "Everyone, follow me..." As he said that, the village chief pushed open the door and walked out regardless of the wind and rain outside.

The team members looked at each other, then stood up and followed.

At this time, every household in the small village has closed their doors and windows. Although they also know that such protection measures will not work in such a storm, they can't just sit there and wait for death. The more desperate the situation is, the more they have to hold on to a naive hope.

The old man said nothing along the way, just led the team members through the villages and walked towards the mountain.

Han Feng was not idle during the journey, explaining the Feng Shui layout of this place to the team members: "The geographical location of this village is very special. It is surrounded by three mountains in the south and the sea and sky are one color in the north..."

"Surrounded by mountains on three sides and next to water on one side, this is a treasure land in Feng Shui. If people build houses here, they will have good luck; if they build tombs here, their descendants will enjoy the blessings." The village chief said as he led the team members up the mountain and finally stopped at the entrance of a hidden cave.

The team members were quite surprised to see this cave. They had passed by here several times before, but had never found such a spacious and hidden cave.

After the village chief entered the cave, he first took the plastic bag off the cloth strip, then lit a torch. In the light of the torch, he looked at the team members with a serious expression and said:

"What you want to know is in this cave. This is a secret that our village has kept for generations. Now that you know it, don't tell anyone."

Han Feng heard what the village chief said and knew that this matter must be important, so he nodded and agreed:
"Village chief, don't worry. We are the only ones who know about this matter, and the report will only be handed over to the chief. No one else will know about it."

After hearing this, the village chief felt relieved. He nodded, and without saying anything more, he led the team members deeper into the cave.

The cave was very clean, without any dust, and completely different from the shabby appearance outside. The team members became more and more curious as they walked, wondering what secrets were hidden inside that made the villagers so concerned.

After walking for a long time, the view in front of us suddenly opened up and revealed a spacious cave several meters high, covered with vines.

The village chief stopped, turned around and looked at the team members and said:

"If I hadn't had no other choice, I really wouldn't want to bring you here. This place is a treasure of our village. No outsiders have ever come in for so many years."

As he spoke, the village chief walked to the vine, pulled it down, and revealed the mural on the stone wall.

These murals looked very old, but the team members recognized them at a glance. They depicted the strange buildings they saw on the seabed. What surprised the team members even more was that there were dragons in these buildings...

Just as Zhu Qingyang was about to speak, the village chief looked over in surprise:

"What did you see?"

Zhu Qingyang realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly shook his head, then pointed at the mural and changed the subject:

"Village Chief, who painted this mural? What is it about?"

The village chief looked at the mural with a hint of melancholy in his eyes:
“I don’t know who painted this mural. The first time I saw it, my father brought me here. He was the village chief at that time.

My father told me that a long time ago, dragons lived in this place. They relied on their hard and huge bodies and infinite strength to open up a place suitable for dragons to survive. "

The village chief pointed to the contents of the murals while talking to the team members. The team members could also see that there were indeed dragons moving through the mountains.

Then, the village chief walked to another mural, pointed at it and said:
"At that time, people living here would offer sacrifices to these dragons every year. The legend of the dragon began to spread from here."

The team members saw murals depicting scenes of ancient people performing sacrificial ceremonies. Those ancient people raised their hands to the sky and knelt on the ground, as if praying for peace.

"Later, for some unknown reason, all the dragons disappeared overnight..." When the village chief said this, his tone suddenly became heavy.

The murals also depict several real dragons rising up from the clouds and disappearing between heaven and earth.

The team members frowned, looking confused and a little confused.

The village chief sighed deeply, then looked at the team members with complicated eyes and said:

"I'm not hiding this on purpose. It's just a legend, a ritual passed down from generation to generation. Every year on a certain day, we would offer sacrifices to the Dragon King here.

But the paintings on the murals and the stories my father told me when he was alive are no longer verifiable. My father once told me that the ancestors of our village were the closest humans to dragons.

So we must be respectful, to the sea, and even more to the Dragon God..."

After hearing this, the team members finally understood the history of the village.

Although they found this story very novel, the giant buildings they saw on the seabed seemed to prove it all.

"After the dragon left, this place was no longer protected. The sea level rose, flooding a lot of land, and our village became smaller and smaller.

As you can see, there are only a dozen people left in the village now, and this village may no longer exist in the future.

So I tell you the story of how this village has been guarding, which can be regarded as a kind of inheritance..."

As the village chief spoke, he walked away with reluctance in his eyes, his eyes fixed on the mural.

Han Feng looked at the village chief's back, lowered his voice, frowned and said:
“It seems that something unknown really happened in this place a long time ago.

Those giant buildings on the seabed are quite similar to the contents of the murals, as if they all prove that dragons really lived here in the past.”

"But what does this have to do with our current investigation? There haven't been any real dragons in the world for hundreds of years. Isn't this the law of nature?" Zhu Qingyang was obviously a little confused.

At this time, Pan Zi spoke up and reminded, "Don't forget, the village chief said before that one night, he saw a white fog covering the sea, and there was a huge figure in the fog, like a dragon.

Then the next day, a magnitude 7 earthquake occurred. This is the focus of our investigation..."

After hearing this, Yang Xueli nodded solemnly:
“Yes, and that strange black figure everyone saw in the whirlpool.

There must be something hidden in the sea that is directly related to this earthquake and storm."

Han Feng looked at the mural, thought for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Do you think that black shadow is really a dragon as the village chief said?"

After hearing this, the other team members looked at each other, and no one could say for sure.

The concept of dragon can be found everywhere in the 5,000-year history of China.

But it has never been confirmed.

But the emergence of this village seems to have broken the deadlock.

Captain Li Ming stood in the center of the village, looking around at the ancient and mysterious buildings with a frown on his face.

He turned to his team member Xiao Zhang and said, "Look at these buildings, the murals passed down from generation to generation in the caves, and the giant buildings found on the seabed. They all seem to match each other to some extent. This village may be the clue we have been looking for for a long time."

Xiao Zhang nodded, but a trace of worry flashed in his eyes: "Captain, these are indeed consistent, but we are now in a hurry. There is less than half an hour left, we must quickly find the most critical information."

Li Ming took a deep breath, his eyes firm: "I know that time is our biggest enemy. But since we have come this far, we can't give up easily. Let's split up. You and Xiao Wang go over there to investigate the ancient temple, and Xiao Li and I will go over here to study these murals. In half an hour, no matter what we find, we will meet at the entrance of the village."

Xiao Zhang saluted, turned around and walked quickly towards the temple with Xiao Wang, while Li Ming and Xiao Li walked towards the cave, their flashlights drawing light tracks in the dim environment.

In the cave, Li Ming carefully examined every detail on the murals, trying to find clues related to the underwater buildings.

Xiao Li was recording the symbols and patterns on the murals. His voice echoed in the cave: "Captain, these symbols look very similar to what we found on the seabed, but there are some differences. What do you think they mean?"

Li Ming pondered for a moment, then slowly spoke: "It may be some kind of communication or inheritance between different civilizations. These murals are very old, and the underwater buildings are even more unfathomable. What we have to do now is to find the connection between them and uncover this mystery." (End of this chapter)