We're like fish on a chopping board now, completely at their mercy.

To be honest, I still have a sliver of hope, but right now we have no outside help. It's even more impossible to break through the encirclement and escape under these circumstances.

After all, besides these indigenous people, I also heard the sound of guns being cocked. If I'm not mistaken, it should be those pirates.

Mucuo Muta Mulin was also injured to varying degrees and was far from being in full strength. Although Chen Jian and I were still relatively healthy, our hands were tied and our eyes were blindfolded. We had no idea what was going on around us, so how could we possibly escape?

Meanwhile, the old man from the local tribe standing not far away was muttering to himself, and his speech was becoming clearer and faster.

I kept thinking to myself, what would Xiao Qiang and the others do if they knew about our situation?

My death may not be a great loss, but what about Xiao Qiang and Wang Xiaoxiao?

What should be done about that little child?

On such a dangerous island, without our support, I can hardly imagine what their lives would be like. I only hope that Wang Ping can overcome the burden and protect them well...

I was silently saying goodbye to everyone in my heart, but just then, the old man next to me who was writing the captions suddenly stopped talking.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet. I could hear Chen Jian's voice, which had also fallen silent.

I can't see the situation around me clearly right now, and I don't know what's wrong with Chen Jian and the others, but if Chen Jian's temperament has calmed down, there can only be two possible outcomes.

The first possibility is that he was beaten to death; the second possibility is that his mouth was gagged...

I fantasized in my mind that the gun that had been taken away could reappear in my hands, but no matter how many times I thought about it, it never happened.

I started fantasizing again about what kind of special forces might appear to rescue us.

But all of this is clearly not very realistic. The things that happened to me in that little tunnel still feel like a dream. I don't know how this ability works.

We don't even know if this ability can only be used in that area. If so, then we've truly reached a dead end this time.

I was initially somewhat unwilling to accept this, but now I'm starting to feel desperate because I know that death is what I'm facing next.

After the old indigenous man's voice faded, a rustling sound began to appear around them, as if these people were packing something up and making preparations.

Suddenly, crackling sounds began to appear around the rock I had been leaning against, followed by a scorching heat and a burnt smell.

They actually set fire to the area?

This guess suddenly exploded in my mind.

I immediately remembered the foreigner who had been robbed and hung up in the woods, drained of his blood, and died.

Could it be that their ritual this time is intended to burn us all to death here?

I heard Mu Cuo and the others groaning anxiously nearby; it was clear that Zhi's mouth had also been gagged.

But apart from that noise, there was no other sound around.

My skin started to get hotter and hotter, and eventually I could even feel the fur on the rabbit skin vest I was wearing starting to curl, and the smell of burning kept coming over me.

Just then, the old indigenous man, who had been silent, began to speak again. This time, his voice became very distant, as if he were standing right next to me, but his voice was coming from behind me.

The more I listened, the more terrified I became. Just then, I felt a sudden chill on my wrist, followed by a slight pain.

Damn it, these guys actually cut my wrist?

What exactly are they trying to do?

I could feel the warm blood flowing out, and waves of despair washed over me...

Suddenly, a commotion arose behind them, and the old indigenous man who had been talking stopped and fell silent.

I strained my ears to listen carefully to the sounds around me, but I had no idea what was happening. I could only sense that someone had arrived.

I tried hard to break free of the vines binding me, but I failed several times. Instead, the wound on my wrist started to go numb.

Just then, a familiar shout came from behind me: "Sihai, don't be afraid, we're here!"

What is that sound?

Xiao Qiang!?

I strained my ears and twisted my body, trying desperately to get a peek, but then I remembered that I had something covering my eyes.

I tried to twist my body several times but couldn't break free because the stone tied behind me was too big, and the vines binding my hands had sharp thorns on them. Every movement would cause those thorns to pierce my wrists, making me feel waves of pain.

At that moment, the sounds of fighting began to come from all around, the sounds of hand-to-hand combat were clear and piercing.

Clearly, these indigenous people are preparing for battle.

I was anxious and scared. How did Xiao Qiang and the others find this place?

Could it be that Wang Ping is waiting for them to come and rescue us?

But the current situation is extremely unequal. We don't have many weapons to begin with, and now that I'm tied up like this, I'm even more powerless.

Xiao Qiang and the others are all women, what help can they possibly offer?

If there are casualties, that's no joke!

But I couldn't get the stuff stuck in my mouth out, so I couldn't speak. I was so anxious that I kept jumping up and down, but I couldn't do anything about it.

Immediately afterwards, I heard several gunshots behind me, and my heart jumped even higher.

Xiao Qiang and the others are so weak and delicate, and I don't even know what the terrain is like outside. How reckless of me!

Just when I didn't know what to do, a voice suddenly came from behind me: "Don't be afraid, we're all here!"

It's actually Wang Xiaoxiao!

I was startled, and then I felt Wang Xiaoxiao trying to cut the vines binding me with something. Soon my hands were released.

I immediately raised my hand and tore off the blindfold. Turning around, I saw that Wang Xiaoxiao and the others were standing around us, their faces beaming with joy.

The wooden tower and the forest have been opened up, and Chen Jian is holding a large wooden stick across his chest, clearly on guard.

Meanwhile, the indigenous people stood at a distance, their eyes wide with fury, and two indigenous people lay on the ground, their fate unknown.

The local old men were clearly surprised by the change; they hadn't quite come to their senses yet.

I immediately rushed to look at Xiao Qiang and Wang Xiaoxiao.

What are you doing here?

Wang Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth: "Wang Ping went back and told us about your situation. We felt that if we were really going to die, we should die together! So we came..."

As Wang Xiaoxiao spoke, she grabbed my hand. Seeing their resolute, death-defying expressions, my head felt like it had been struck by lightning.

Have all these women gone mad?