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Chapter 347 New Island (1/2)(2/2)

The sailors also found something wrong.

"Where is Mr. Huang?"

"Yes, why is Mr. Huang not on the boat? Could it be that he fell into the sea!"

"Quick!! Let's look for Mr. Huang!"

The sailors scattered all over the boat and searched on the sea.

However, no matter how they searched, they never found that figure again.

Gu Jing staggered and half knelt on the ground.

The sailors' voices became irritable, even with a crying voice.

The hero who saved all of them last night was missing.

It is very likely that he has been buried in the sea.

The captain came out of the captain's room and walked to Gu Jing.

"Mr. Huang... Did we accidentally fall into the sea when we were all hiding safely..."

The captain made a judgment that no one dared to speak out.

Gu Jing grabbed his fingers tightly on the deck.

"I was wrong……"

"I shouldn't have left him alone outside..."

"If I could stay with him..."

"It must not be like this!"

Tears of contrition slid across his cheeks.

His fingers were clenched tightly, and his nails were pinched into the palm of his hand.

The captain also squatted beside him, looking at the sea with a dull look.

"Yes...If I wasn't greedy for life and fear of death, if I didn't rush back..."

"If I didn't rely on him too much..."

"I can definitely think of it... He is just alone. It's too dangerous to keep him outside for one night..."

An old sailor came over and wiped his tears.

"No, Captain, Mr. Gu, it's our fault! We should have sent someone to the top to see Mr. Huang's situation. Maybe... we can just see him falling into the water, so at least we have a chance to save him..."

The rest of the people gathered together to confess their mistakes.

The joy of discovering the island was almost wiped out in an instant.

In the end, the captain took the lead and brought the props for memorial service on the ship.

Candles, incense, salted fish... and so on.

The fat chef even cried and brought a large bunch of dried oysters, saying that they were the food he had treasured. He couldn't eat it before he died and regretted it. Now he could only throw it into the sea, hoping to comfort his soul.

But.

It was at this time.

A faint and familiar voice came from a certain direction behind the ship, below:
Chapter completed!
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