Sea Survival: My Raft Leads to Paradise

Waking up, the world had turned upside down. Numerous humans entered a game called "Sea Survival." Starting with a raft and a fishing rod, all supplies depended on fishing.

Sharks, gi...

Chapter 279: Evil Mermaid Appears, Near Death (1/2)

Chapter 279: The Evil Mermaid Appears, Nearing Death

The Night Ghost Killer will definitely come again tonight.

However, now that Lu Xingchen has called Mira over, if Mira is the late-night killer, then things will get exciting.

Therefore, Lu Xingchen summoned Gao Dafu and Gu Yanzhi.

It’s safer with more people.

Moreover, with three people keeping watch at night, it won't be too tiring, and they won't be able to doze off and make mistakes.

Lu Xingchen quietly explained her thoughts.

Gao Dafu immediately got excited: "Great, not bad, exciting!"

Lu Xingchen: "Aren't you afraid?"

Gao Dafu: "What's there to be afraid of? With you guys around, how could it possibly be my turn? Haha!"

Gao Dafu: "I'm just here to watch the show. Maybe I'll come in handy at a crucial moment, hahaha..."

Lu Xingchen: "Yeah, I wasn't expecting anything from you, you're just a freeloader."

Gao Dafu: "Hahaha, huh?"

They really couldn't count on him, so they didn't dare let him take turns. Lu Xingchen and Gu Yanzhi arranged a shift schedule.

Lu Xingchen slept during the first half of the night and woke up at one o'clock in the morning to relieve Gu Yanzhi.

Gu Yanzhi will go to sleep at 1 a.m.

Lu Xingchen made this arrangement because he guessed that the nighttime assassin would appear around two or three in the morning.

After discussing it, Lu Xingchen grabbed a blanket, leaned back on the beanbag chair, and started to sleep.

She originally wanted Gao Dafu to sleep in the guest room, but Gao Dafu was unwilling. He had other plans and brought out a folding sofa bed and a blanket.

Gu Yanzhi didn't need it; he heard that Gao Dafu had brought it for him too.

Lu Xingchen went to bed early, Gao Dafu ate and drank his fill before going to sleep, and Gu Yanzhi stayed up all night.

Lu Xingchen woke up before 1 a.m., sat at the table, and stretched.

Grandma had prepared a lot of snacks and fruits, as well as tea-making equipment. Gu Yanzhi was quietly drinking tea, and Lu Xingchen also drank two cups to perk himself up.

She looked around and saw the little mermaid Mira sleeping on the swing chair.

Mira leaned back on the swing chair, her thick, wavy hair spreading out and covering the second-floor floor.

She rested her head on her arm, her eyes closed, sleeping peacefully.

The long fish tail drooped to the floor, motionless.

"When did she go to sleep?" Lu Xingchen asked Gu Yanzhi quietly.

"Ten o'clock exactly, very punctual!" said Gu Yanzhi.

Sleeping on the hour? That's quite regular. Lu Xingchen once asked the little seal, and the little seal said that Mira goes to bed on time every night. It seems that's true.

Lu Xingchen nodded slightly and quietly drank his tea.

However, she always had a regular sleep schedule, and after eating and drinking for a while, she felt bored.

Gu Yanzhi doesn't like to talk, and the silent environment, coupled with Gao Dafu's soothing and rhythmic snoring, made her sleepy again.

Just as Lu Xingchen was dozing off, he suddenly heard a song.

The singing was quite different from before.

The previous song was tender and captivating, but this song made her heart pound. She felt a sharp pain in her chest and suddenly woke up.

Gu Yanzhi had already stood up, but clutching his chest, he frowned and slumped back down.

Agreed, the radar issued a series of alarms:

[Danger detected, turning!]

[Danger detected, turning!]

[Danger detected, turning!]

Hmm? The raft started spinning in circles, constantly changing direction, but it couldn't escape the danger no matter what.

Lu Xingchen's heart sank, and he suddenly turned to look at the swing chair on the second floor.

Mira remained lying there, motionless, in the exact same position as before.

Gu Yanzhi understood her thoughts and said, "She didn't move, it wasn't her!"

The singing grew louder as it approached, its suppressed emotion seemingly carrying unspeakable resentment that made it hard to breathe.