The cave was where Bo Xia lived.
Stacks of wood were piled up at the entrance. Bo Xia had taken them from those sunken ships, saying he planned to use them to repair a sea vessel.
The first time he came here, he had been in a hurry and had not paid much attention.
But today—
Jiang Qiao noticed a problem.
The amount was wrong!
It was not merely that Bo Xia had been dismantling the wood over the years, meaning there should have been more than this. More importantly, Jiang Qiao noticed that compared to when he had left that night, the amount of wood in front of him seemed to have decreased slightly.
"He piled the materials up until they were overflowing after bringing them back. Now it looks like about a tenth of it is gone."
"And..."
"It doesn't look like it was used."
Jiang Qiao looked toward the beach. Bo Xia had already begun his day's work.
But in Jiang Qiao's eyes, something was clearly wrong. Several of the broken-down ships on the beach—the ones he had personally seen Bo Xia dismantle—had actually been restored to their original condition!
"Strange."
"Could there be some kind of mechanism or rule here that causes everything to reset after a certain amount of time?"
He first thought of one possibility.
"If that's the case..."
"Wouldn't Bo Xia have to keep repeating the same thing endlessly?"
"That makes sense."
"That also explains one problem."
"He had lived from the Nether Era until now. If he had been dismantling wood continuously, he would have reduced these abandoned shipwrecks to sawdust long ago. How could there still be so many remains?"
"But..."
"Does he know about this? Has he realized there's a problem?"
"Right."
Jiang Qiao thought of another question. "He said