For a moment, my breathing was suffocated.

Han Zitong, who was beside him, seemed to have been taken away by someone. She stared at it with wide eyes and looked there stupidly. She didn't even put down her hand pointing to the beach, but just trembled slightly.

After a while, she said, "That's right..."

I didn't say anything, but grabbed her wrist and waved the dagger in my hand to split the road in front of me.

"Walk!"

This fork is not too far from the beach, but it took us a little while to cut off the thorns and branches in front of us. After finally driving a road, the two of us ran over anxiously and saw a wide wooden board across the beach, which should have floated from the sea. But we don’t know how long it has been soaked, and some places have become a bit decayed.

Next to the wooden board, the footprints we just saw have been washed away by the sea water recently.

We subconsciously raised our heads and looked forward.

There are also some footprints that stretch out into the distance.

Han Zitong and I looked at each other, and their faces were slightly red, but they couldn't say a word. They just felt their chests pounding, as if their hearts were about to jump out of their chests.

Someone?

There are other people on this island?!

Who is it? Could it be that we are here to find us?

Or maybe there are people on this island, so can we survive here?

...

I could not count the speculation at this moment, like the sea water surging, constantly coming out of my mind. I felt my mouth was dry and my breathing was completely messed up. Han Zitong beside me was not much better than me. She looked at the footprints that were about to disappear under her feet, looked at me again, and stammered: "There are...some people."

"Um."

"There are people here!"

As she said, she could no longer contain the ecstasy in her heart and walked forward along the line of footprints. I hurriedly followed her, holding her elbow with one hand and still holding the dagger with the other hand, and looked around carefully.

Unlike her almost ecstatic excitement, although I was also surprised and happy, this line of footprints did not mean anything. The footprints had been washed away by the sea, and I couldn't even tell whether they were human footprints. It might be some animals. If they were some beasts, then if we chased them like this, we would fall into the mouth of a tiger.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but tighten my dagger.

The two of them walked along the increasingly shallower footprints for a long time. After turning a corner, the footprint disappeared.

Both of us stopped. Han Zitong looked at the blank beach in front of us stupidly, but she didn't come back to her senses for a long time. After a while, she turned around and looked at me: "What's going on?"

I didn't say anything, just frowned, squatted down and looked carefully, and found that the footprint turned a corner in this place, heading towards the center of the island and the bushes.

Han Zitong looked at me and seemed to understand it. She hurriedly walked over and fiddled with it. Although the bushes here were lush, there was also a small place that seemed to be a gap, which seemed to be stepped on by people or animals.

She asked, "Do you want to keep up?"

I was silent and nodded.

No matter whether the footprint is left by a human or a beast, we should all figure it out. After all, we can't tell when we will meet on this island.

Thinking of this, I stood up and worked with her to push away the dense branches and leaves on both sides of the bush, and slowly walked inside.

The trees here are taller than those on our side, and the bushes are more lush than those we encounter. After walking a few steps, they have almost fallen into an environment that covers the sky and the sun cannot shine in. Only the dense branches and leaves in front of us are getting denser and denser, almost making us unable to tell the direction. There are also one or two long bird songs from afar, making the place more and more quiet, leaving almost all our breathing and heartbeats.

Han Zitong's breathing was getting heavier and heavier. When we had already reached a deeper place, the fear in her heart almost reached its peak. She reached out to hold my sleeve and whispered: "Hey, we'd better not--"

"Shh!"

I turned around and put my index finger on my lips, stopping her from continuing.

She looked at me with wide eyes.

I reached out and pointed to the front.

Just ahead of this road, a somewhat thick tree lies in the center, and the road just disappeared from where the tree is. Only the branches and leaves on the tree are trembling slightly.

Han Zitong suddenly opened her eyes wide.

And I had already held my breath, stared at the tree with my eyes burning, held the dagger tightly with my right hand, slowly stretched out my left hand, and gently supported the thick and rough trunk onto the thick and rough trunk.

Just as my fingertips touched the raised bark, suddenly, a black shadow suddenly jumped out from behind the tree.

Before I could react, and before I could even see clearly what it was, I felt like I was hit hard and fell to the ground on my back. The black shadow had already pounced on me and pressed hard on me. A dagger with a cold light suddenly pointed at my exposed throat.

"ah--!"

Han Zitong screamed in horror in his ears, but I lay on my back on the ground, only looking at the sunlight leaking from the leaves above my head and the cold light, which pierced into my eyes like a knife.

I closed my eyes all at once.

However, the expected severe pain did not come.

I could even feel the sharp dagger standing on my throat, only a little more than an inch away from my skin. The cold air had almost penetrated into my skin, and had goose bumps, but it had not penetrated my body for a long time.

And the...man who was pressing on me was breathing heavier, almost with the low roar of a beast.

I suddenly opened my eyes.

Immediately, a cold light flashed in front of my eyes.

But at this time I saw clearly that it was not the light of a dagger, but half of the mask, which was still moistened by the sea water. A drop even fell down along the edge of the mask, but it was a little warm. I wondered whether it was sea water or sweat.

And when I saw this mask and the half familiar face outside the mask, with a fierce murderous aura, my blood in my body was frozen.

The two men looked at each other like a stalemate.

After a while, Han Zitong, who was standing beside him, finally came to her senses and exclaimed: "Ah!"

The face that was so close that it was so pale that it was a little too pale finally twitched, as if it had regained its consciousness. His hand loosened, and the dagger that was almost close to my throat fell down with a clang.

"It's you!"

At this time, Han Zitong had already walked to us and looked at him in horror.

He was still looking at me, and the body that was originally pressing heavily on me, the sea water that had not yet dried had soaked down, making my clothes wet. During his breath, he could feel his body temperature coming, but it seemed much lower than what I usually felt. And at such a low temperature, his gaze gradually became a little confused from the moment of brazen death.

I shivered and reached out to grab his arms that were on both sides.

"Liu Qinghan..."

“…”

He didn't say anything, but just shook it gently with my hands.

The flashing eyes in the eyes, as if the thin candlelight in the storm, suddenly went out.

"Liu——"

Before he finished speaking, his head sagged, and his whole body collapsed, falling on me.

...

This is not the first time I have taken care of him who is unconscious.

But, it's still different from before.

When I took off his mask and wiped the scars on his face soaked in sea water, which was a little soft and even rotten, he dragged him back to the spring with me. Han Zitong, who was so tired that he fell to the ground and couldn't speak, still let out a low cry of horror.

This was not the first time she saw his broken face, but this scene was obviously different from the time Wangjiangting.

I tore off a pretty clean skirt on my body and carefully wiped the water stains on his face. I wonder if this would affect his appearance - although, he really had no appearance.

After wiping the water on my face, I wiped the water on the half of the mask and gently pressed it on his face.

Then, I used the washed banana leaves to get a little water out of the spring, carefully pushed his lips away, and fed it into his mouth. At first, he was unconsciously, and the water flowed out along the corner of his lips. After a while, he began to swallow subconsciously.

If you can still drink water, it's okay.

I breathed a sigh of relief and carefully wiped the corners of my lips with my sleeve.

I could feel that Han Zitong kept frowning and watching, and she seemed to feel a little uncomfortable. I didn't look up and looked at her, nor did I explain anything to her.

After all, at this time, my Wu Neigu is even more painful than anyone's displeasure.

Liu Qinghan, he also arrived on this island!

This means that his boat is not safe either. The piece of cloth head he just saw on the beach is probably the remains of his boat.

Has his ship been destroyed?

What crisis did you encounter? Or was it attacked by pirates like Yan Qinghan?

...

But none of this is the most important thing. What makes me most painful is Li'er!

If even he is like this, what about Li'er?

How is Li'er?

Has it been sank to the bottom of the sea with the destroyed ship?

still--

All kinds of terrible guesses in my mind rushed up in waves, not letting me breathe for a moment. I almost felt a sense of madness that I wanted to scream, and even wanted to destroy everything!

My daughter, my daughter!

Those violent emotions were surging in my body, and my mind was almost driving people crazy. I felt that my body was a little out of my control, trembling and trembling. Even if I forced myself to calm down, my whole body was still trembling, as if I was in the deepest and most fearful nightmare. Sitting on the grass that was soaked by the sea water flowing down from him, looking at his pale face, and after looking at me for a while, I picked up the wooden stick to catch fish and stood up.
To be continued...