Wang Peng, who had been laughing loudly, suddenly turned around with a look of disbelief as he heard my voice from behind.
"Ye... Brother Ye, why are you here!?"
"What, I can't come?"
I sneered, raising the alloy knife in my hand and walking towards Wang Peng and his group step by step. The firelight gradually stretched my shadow, making me look like a god in the dark.
"Brother Ye, you've misunderstood. It was Zhao Ming who wanted to harm you, so I intervened beforehand to stop him. Brother Ye, listen to my explanation!"
At this moment, Wang Peng had lost the arrogance he displayed while beating Zhao Ming. His small eyes darted around as he tried to forcibly explain himself to me.
I stared at Wang Peng with icy eyes, "It's come to this, there's no need to pretend. I heard everything outside the cave just now."
Seeing that his scheme was exposed, Wang Peng stopped his pretense.
He glared at me fiercely, "Lu Ziye, I've tolerated you for a long time! Today is your death day!"
His accomplices also quietly began to surround me.
A bunch of ungrateful wretches!
I snorted, "Wang Peng, if I hadn't rescued you from those savages of the Kasa tribe, you'd still be a slave there, eating dog food! Is this how you repay me?"
"Are you here to rescue me specifically? Lu Ziye, stop spouting such pretty words! I was merely an afterthought! We all ended up on this deserted island after the shipwreck. Why do you get to have women on both sides, while I..."
"In your next life, be a good person."
After dealing with Wang Peng, my heart remained unmoved, and I even felt like laughing.
A person like Wang Peng might have thrived in the outside world, protected by the law.
However, when placed in this jungle of the survival of the fittest, he would only become a stepping stone for the strong.
I sighed and then skillfully used my alloy knife to finish off the rest, eliminating any future trouble.
Now, only the still unconscious Zhao Ming remained in the cave. Since everyone else was gone, this cave was no longer necessary.
In the firelight, I carried the unconscious Zhao Ming and slowly walked out, creating a bizarre and eerie spectacle under the moonlight.
A week passed in the blink of an eye.
Zhao Ming, who had been injured, had mostly recovered from his wounds during these few days. After the incident with Wang Peng, Zhao Ming now completely recognized me as his leader and followed me with unwavering loyalty.
And with our persistent efforts, a new camp had been built.
Who would have thought that we, stranded on a deserted island, would one day be able to build our own houses with our own hands.
With our own camp, my life became increasingly comfortable.
During the day, I collected food, and at night, I had the comforting company of Luo Yaqin.
Kaya also sent word through someone, saying that everything was well and that I shouldn't worry.
This kind of life was like that of an immortal, and I couldn't get enough of it.
However, one never knows if the next moment will bring a surprise or a shock.
One day, I was walking upstream along the small stream in front of our camp, preparing to hunt some animals for water.
Suddenly, I saw a reflective object in the distance by the water.
As I approached, I felt a sense of curiosity.
It was a circular bottle, refracting colorful light under the sun.
The bottle looked very clean, with no moss on its surface, as if it were brand new.
It seemed to have drifted down from upstream.
I bent down and picked up the bottle, and to my surprise, I found a piece of beast skin, about the length of a finger, inside!
I quickly took the beast skin out of the bottle and opened it. The information on it immediately startled me!
"Help!"
This was Qu Xiangyun's handwriting!