"Look here." Uncle Zhou pointed to his big black neck, which was located below the trace, and there was a trace that was not very conspicuous. Because the trace was too obvious before, Zhao Ganyu and the others were unable to notice the existence of the trace.

"This is where the rope was when he was hanging." Uncle Zhou picked up the rope next to him and looked at it, "It's about the same thickness as this rope."

Zhao Ganyu took the rope and looked at it: "Uncle Zhou, is this rope used on the boat?"

Uncle Zhou narrowed his eyes and rubbed the rope head: "Well, twenty-seven strands, that's it. This is what we used on the boat. But we didn't see any ropes cut. There is no reason why there is such a long rope. And the rope is very heavy." Uncle Zhou said, putting the rope to the tip of his nose and smelled it, "The rope can still smell the fishy smell when soaked in the sea water. The rope that soaked in the sea water is even heavier. People can't carry it on one side."

The more Zhou Shu said, the worse the premonition in Zhao Ganyu's heart was. With such a heavy rope, he had to carry a strong big black man up. No matter how he thought about it, it was wrong.

"Zhao Ganyu, Uncle Zhou, I have an idea." He Mingjie stood up, "You can hang me to that tree."

"What are you talking about?" Zhao Ganyu subconsciously scolded He Mingjie, but soon understood his thoughts, "Do you want to try how much effort it takes to hang a person up?"

He Mingjie nodded: "If Zhao Ganyu can do it alone, then we think that Senior Brother Qian and Junior Sister Miao can do it too. If neither Zhao Ganyu nor Uncle Zhou can hang me up, then Dahei will be even more impossible."

Zhao Ganyu knew that what He Mingjie said made sense: "Be careful, don't make it too dangerous. Uncle Zhou, would you, the kind that Murakami tied up and put a grid to cover people?"

Uncle Zhou, who had always had a gloomy face and didn't speak, was joked by Zhao Ganyu's words: "You are a piglet. Whether it's good, I'll draw a rope net for you."

He Mingjie is of medium figure among the three. Zhao Ganyu and Uncle Zhou, one has survived in the wild for so long, and the other is a crew member who is eating at sea, and he is not very strong.

They put the rope on the tree, and Zhao Ganyu held back enough to pull He Mingjie up alone. But with He Mingjie's weight and his strength, it was really a bit difficult. Just when Zhao Ganyu wanted to work harder, the rope broke.

He Mingjie fell heavily to the ground. If it weren't for the thick fallen leaves under him, he might have lost half of his life in this moment.

"Are you okay?" Zhao Ganyu and Uncle Zhou hurriedly untied He Mingjie's rope.

He Mingjie, who was lying on the ground, looked a little stupid, which made people worry if he had broken his brain.

"Hey, He Mingjie, talk." Zhao Ganyu pushed him. Uncle Zhou hurriedly went up and pinched others.

The pain in the middle and upper body made He Mingjie suddenly scream: "It hurts! It hurts!"

Uncle Zhou saw that he had reacted and then let go of his hand: "Have you fallen into his head?"

He Mingjie did not answer Uncle Zhou’s question, but raised his hand and pointed to the direction of the tree.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Ganyu looked at the tree. The branches were not thick. After some trouble, they had broken. Red blood actually oozed out of the fracture. "I'll go!"

Zhao Ganyu almost felt weak.

"This is, this is the old tree showing its appearance!" Uncle Zhou knelt down with a thud and kept kowtowing to the tree, "We offended it. The old tree immortals, ah, no, the gods on the island, you see that they are young and ignorant, don't blame us, forgive me."

He Mingjie recovered at this time and helped Uncle Zhou up from the ground, "Uncle Zhou, don't panic first. I don't believe that there is really a bloody tree. Please let me go over and see the situation."

"You have offended the gods, what else do you have to do! Kneel down with me quickly!" Uncle Zhou scolded, "You don't understand the things on the sea. There will be gods on such an island without people."

He Mingjie was not scolded by Uncle Zhou, and he also said with a serious look: "These legends actually happened in a specific geographical environment and the times. People combined their interpretations with the appearance of affairs that they cannot fully understand, and slowly formed a fixed legend in the process of word-of-mouth transmission."

Zhao Ganyu was stunned when he spoke this call: "What do you mean?"

"I mean, you have to see everything yourself." He Mingjie said as he walked under the tree, looked up at the broken branch, not what he could do. Instead, he took out a knife for himself, and reached out to cut a piece of it from the tree.

"What are you doing?" Uncle Zhou saw that He Mingjie dared to attack the tree again, so he jumped up and wanted to stop him.

Zhao Ganyu stopped Uncle Zhou: "Let's see what he is going to do first. They read a lot and have strange ideas all day long."

"Look!" He Mingjie pointed to the newly cut traces. A red liquid slowly oozed out of the not-so-deep hole. The liquid looked darker than the broken branch wound. The size of beans rolled out, just like a tree crying, bleeding and tears.

"It's a sin!" Uncle Zhou stomped his feet in anger, "You will be punished like this!"

He Mingjie ignored Uncle Zhou and suddenly lowered his head and found something nearby. Zhao Ganyu understood that he must have some ideas.

"What are you looking for?" Zhao Ganyu went to help He Mingjie find it together. When he approached the tree, he found that the red liquid was not thick like blood, but looked very much like the color of human blood. Although it looked like it was bleeding from the wound, he could not smell any bloody smell unique to the blood even though he fell over.

He Mingjie didn't say anything, and he quickly found what he was looking for. He Mingjie, who leaned over and picked up something, finally breathed a sigh of relief. He was in his hand a rusty knife.

"What is this?" Zhao Ganyu took the knife and the rust was quite serious, and it was definitely not something that could be formed in a day or two. He must have been lying here a little old. The rusted blade body was almost separated from the handle.

Uncle Zhou saw them gathered together to study something, and he couldn't help but walk over to take a look. As soon as he saw the knife, Uncle Zhou's expression suddenly changed: "Where did you find this thing!"

He Mingjie pointed to the ground beside him: "It's right here in the grass. This thing should be made of iron. After rusting, iron ions enter the soil. As the rain and the tree grows, iron ions and moisture nutrients are absorbed by the tree. Iron ions can make the liquid appear red. The red bricks are because the proportion of iron ions is high. Therefore, the tree looks like it is bleeding."
Chapter completed!