But now was clearly not the time to speak, and when I asked Mu Cuo, her eyes kept darting around, clearly indicating that she was also very afraid of this thing.

Perhaps even Mu Cuo herself couldn't describe what that thing was.

Fortunately, we now know that Mucuo and Muta are still alive. Although they look haggard, they are safe and sound, which puts our minds at ease.

I took a deep breath and let Mu Cuo lean against me: "You should get some sleep. No matter what the future holds, don't worry, I will definitely find a way."

Mu Cuo looked up at me, her eyes bright but tinged with sadness. Perhaps Mu Cuo felt that what I was saying was just a joke to her.

Because in this situation, it would be extremely difficult to escape alive.

But I, Zhao Sihai, am never the kind of person who gives up easily. As long as it's not the final moment, things will always change.

I didn't sleep all night. Chen Jian finally woke up in the middle of the night; it turned out he had been knocked unconscious.

Chen Jian said that as soon as he slid down, he immediately saw a dark shadow flash past in front of him, followed by a pain in his neck, and then he knew nothing more.

The vines binding him were loose, and in the latter half of the night, Chen Jian struggled a few times and managed to free himself from the vines.

He then untied all the vines from our hands, and after relaxing a bit, the despair in my heart eased somewhat.

Chen Jian looked unhappy and squatted down next to me, muttering to himself.

"Brother Sihai, we've all been caught and brought here. We don't even know if Brother Wang Ping managed to escape back. What are we going to do now?"

“These people are ruthless killers. Although I didn’t see the pirates, look at all this stuff here. It’s clear evidence of a close relationship between the pirates and the Utas tribe. We’ve already captured one of their companions, and that pirate is still imprisoned. How can they just let it go like this? Even if that pirate wasn’t a very important figure, they’re still in cahoots!”

"Besides, the Utas tribe and the Bunois tribe have a long-standing feud. I think we're really going to die this time..."

Chen Jian's thinking was rather pessimistic, but given the current situation, there was really no way to think positively.

In any case, we have food and drink now, and there doesn't seem to be any danger at the moment, so let's wait and see.

I barely slept all night, constantly thinking about how to turn things around.

Mu Cuo slept restlessly, his brows furrowed. Mu Ta, who was injured, also slept poorly.

The members of the Utas tribe kept pacing back and forth around us, clearly afraid that we might do something.

The entire night was filled with anxiety.

This is an underground camp, and we have no way of knowing what the situation is like outside. We can only rely on the time to estimate whether it is dawn outside.

They didn't bring Wang Ping back, so he should be safe now.

I just don't know how Wang Xiaoxiao and the others will feel when Wang Ping brings back the news of my and Chen Jian's arrest...

In the morning, the people of the Utas tribe brought us food.

They were all slightly burnt jerky, but I still forced myself to eat quite a bit despite feeling nauseous. After all, if I wanted to escape, fight back, and turn the tide, I needed to maintain my best physical strength.

Chen Jian also ate quite a bit, and Mu Ta ate some as well. However, Mu Lin's physical condition was not very good at the moment; he was in a daze the whole time.

Mu Cuo said that Mu Lin was injured that day and was immediately captured. Although the people of the Etas tribe had treated Mu Lin during this time, they were only keeping him alive. If he could not leave this place within the next few days, he would likely die.

For the next two days, we made no progress at all, because the Utas tribe clearly had no intention of taking us to the sacrifice, and the guards became increasingly tight.

Mu Cuo said that she had never been able to pinpoint the exact time for their sacrificial ceremony because their tribal chief had previously issued a decree that such dark sacrificial activities should never be allowed to occur.

However, the Ertas tribe went against this, which is why the two sides have always been irreconcilable enemies.

There has always been close security outside, with people taking turns to communicate, making it inconvenient to talk.

Moreover, I also saw the pirates during this time, but they were in a hurry and obviously didn't pay attention to us.

Mu Cuo said she felt that time was getting tighter and tighter because the old man from the Utas tribe had not appeared again. Everyone around was silent, and it was quiet everywhere. They seemed to be moving in an orderly and very disciplined manner, but there was also a sense of tension.

On the third day, Mulin's condition suddenly deteriorated, and he developed a high fever.

Muta and his group had no idea what was going on. They were shouting and got into a fight with the indigenous people of the Etas tribe.

Fortunately, the pirates brought him antibiotics, and his condition improved considerably.

On the morning of the fourth day, we were arrested, blindfolded, and then led out one by one from that small corner that was like a pigsty, surrounded by many people who were in a hurry.

We walked outwards, and Mu Cuo seemed very nervous, holding my clothes tightly with her hand. If it were any other time, I probably would have pushed her hand away long ago, but I couldn't bear to now.

It's understandable that the little girl was a bit scared because we might end up dying together.

She sees me as her last resort, and I absolutely cannot let her down now.

After walking for a long time, my feet finally touched the ground. I knew we must have come out, but I wasn't sure which gate it was from.

We were being dragged along by people, staggering forward.

After walking for a very long time, I finally stopped. Suddenly, two people grabbed my arms from behind and pushed me backward.

Caught off guard, I swayed and leaned against something. After a moment's thought, I realized it was a rock.

Immediately afterwards, I heard commotion coming from Muta's side. Muta's shouts came in waves, and I could also hear the tense breathing of Mucuo and the others behind me.

Chen Jian's voice came from the side, clearly indicating that they were in the same situation as me.

With my eyes covered and my hands tied, I couldn't see my surroundings clearly, but I could sense that the sand I was standing on was not far from the beach.

Soon, a series of whistles began to sound around me. The sound was very strange, very muffled, yet it carried a sense of aggression.

Then I heard the old man's voice ringing out around me. He spoke very fast, as if he were chanting scriptures, but I couldn't quite make out what he was saying.

However, I know that this so-called sacrificial ceremony should be held today...