Chapter 2478: My Wife Is a Pirate 08

After washing up at night, Bu Changji changed into clean coarse cloth clothes, his damp hair hanging over his shoulders.

Under the oil lamp it also looked white Shengsheng's, starkly different from the dark, rough skin common by the sea.

Jin Chen liked him more and more, suddenly remembering something, he said, "Ninety."

"Huh?" Bu Changji was wringing his hair with a cloth when he heard the voice and looked up.

"Do you want to use some ointment?" Jin Chen asked.

Bu Changji blinked, not understanding his meaning, "... What ointment?"

Jin Chen tapped his own face and added, "You said you're from the capital; the sea wind is strong and the sun fierce, not as delicate as back in your capital."

"Your skin is thin; I see today's wind has made it a bit red. Use some moisturizing ointment to protect it, lest it chap and hurt."

Bu Changji stared; as a pirate constantly exposed to wind, sun, and rain, his skin was thin yet often rough and cracked, but he had never thought of using any ointment.

That's something only the pampered young masters and misses in the city would use.

He unconsciously touched his cheek and indeed felt a slight itch.

He felt awkward turning his face away, his voice timid, "Not good… I heard that stuff is expensive."

Bu Changji had heard that many moisturizing ointments contain pearl powder or other rare medicinal ingredients, making them costly.

Jin Chen, however, laughed indifferently and said to him, "Just use it with peace of mind; in a few days, when I have time to go to town to sell sea products, I'll bring back two good boxes for you."

Bu Changji's words of refusal turned on his tongue and he swallowed them back.

He lowered his eyelids, stared at his toes, his heart feeling as if scalded, "... Oh."

This man's circumstances didn't look wealthy either; the money he earned from fishing probably barely covered subsistence, yet he was willing to buy him such impractical items.

Just what is going on with this person? It's really strange.

He silently noted this kindness, secretly thinking that once the Treasure Vault matter had some clues, he would definitely find a way to raise some silver.

He couldn't really let this honest fisherman spend so much for him.

Jin Chen had no idea what Bu Changji was thinking; having made a decision, he lay down to sleep, meanwhile pondering how to make a big profit.

Or let Ling Gun Gun roll a few more rounds underwater……

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Two days later, the weather was fine, the sky blue and clear, reflecting the green sea.

Jin Chen cleared the space in front of the house and took inventory of the sea products to bring to town for sale.

Besides the usual dried fish and shrimp, there were also the rare items he had gathered by diving into the sea in his spare time these days.

These sea products could fetch a decent price in town; an ordinary fisherman might not even manage to gather such a basket in a year and a half.

Bu Changji moved a small wooden stool to sit in the shade under the eaves, quietly watching Jin Chen busy.

Just then, a faint, almost imperceptible whistle drifted on the sea breeze.

The sound was extremely short, with a special frequency, mixed in with the waves and seabird calls, hard for ordinary people to notice.

Bu Changji's ear twitched; he recognized it as their internal specific whistle for communication, wondering why it would sound here.

But seeing Jin Chen, who had been lowering his head to sort the sea products, suddenly pause, then lift his head and look toward the direction the whistle came from.

On the west side of the hollow lay a reef beach rarely trodden by humans.

Jin Chen furrowed his brows, eyes doubtful, and muttered softly, "... What sound?"

Like a bird call, yet not quite.

Seeing Jin Chen's reaction, Bu Changji jumped.

This whistle is hard to distinguish; someone hearing it for the first time might not hear it at all, and even if they did, they'd think it was just birds or insects—Jin Chen's reaction is overly sharp……

Bu Changji dared not show the slightest sign on his face.

If this whistle sounds, there must be an urgent situation at Stone Tower requiring an in-person report; otherwise his subordinates would never risk using this method to contact.

He had to find a way to go there.

Bu Changji lowered his eyelids, gently took Jin Chen's hand, and said, "Jin Dage……"

Jin Chen stopped what he was doing, distractedly looked down at him, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Bu Changji lifted his face, voice soft, "Jin Dage, I feel like I ate too much tonight, my stomach is a bit bloated… Will you accompany me for a walk by the sea to aid digestion?"

He slightly furrowed his brow, one hand lightly pressing his own abdomen, showing an uncomfortable yet obedient demeanor.

Jin Chen looked at him like that, also recalling the strange whistle just now, his eyes flickering almost imperceptibly.

But he didn't ask further; instead, he lightly rubbed the back of Bu Changji's cool hand with his fingertip, his tone gentle.

"Good, I just finished my work too, I'll accompany you for a walk."

The two tidied up a bit, then walked side by side toward the beach behind the house.

Bu Changji intentionally or unintentionally led the way, choosing deserted, secluded spots, heading exactly toward that reef area to the west.

Not far behind them, a thin figure took advantage of the darkness and the reef's cover, following cautiously, thinking himself hidden perfectly, assuming this fisherman wouldn't notice.

Jin Chen walking ahead: "……"

He was speechless.

His tailing technique was too clumsy, his footsteps heavy as…

It was almost as if he were stuck directly onto his back.

These days, are pirate standards really this uneven?

Bu Changji naturally heard the movement behind him, veins twitching at his forehead, inwardly cursing Hai Shisan bloody.

Is this guy afraid people won't notice him!?

He racked his brains, trying to find an excuse to draw Jin Chen away.

Just then, an abrupt change occurred.

"Help! Ah!!"

A shrill, terrified scream suddenly rang out from the nearby shallows.

The two turned toward the sound and saw the fisherman who had just moored his small boat suddenly topple from the boat into the water, as if dragged down by something.

Seaside folk all know how to swim—even a ten‑year‑old can circle in the sea—but that person thrashed wildly in the water, sending up splashes, only managing a short cry for help before being dragged under, his head about to disappear.

Not good.

Jin Chen's face changed; he had no time to think, and quickly said to Bu Changji, "Stay here, don't move."

He didn't forget to look back, first slashing his blade at Hai Shisan, who was following behind.

Ah!

Hai Shisan let out a miserable cry and fell straight backward.

Bu Changji: "……"

Bu Changji dared not make a sound, watching Jin Chen jump into the sea to rescue the person, then dragged Hai Shisan's arm and moved behind the large reef.