The sea breeze howled, and the waves crashed against the rocks, creating a deafening sound.

"Zhou Jiuzhen, do you think you can escape?" Qin Jinshen's voice sounded particularly sharp in the gale. He had a crazy and twisted smile on his face as he looked at the female lead and the male lead, his eyes like those of two lambs to the slaughter. "You deserved to die in your previous life, and you deserve to die even more than your brother in this life!"

Look who this is!

Several men struggled to pull a person out of the water. The person floated stiffly on the surface, his face obscured.

But just by looking at his figure, Zhou Jiuzhen and Ling Huanwu recognized him as Zhou Shuyao!

Ling Huanwu's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously looked at Zhou Jiuzhen.

Zhou Jiuzhen's face turned deathly pale instantly, and his body trembled slightly.

"I'll let him go as long as you come here."

Qin Jinshen's voice, like the whisper of a demon, lingered in Ling Huanwu's ear.

Ling Huanwu looked at Zhou Shuyao floating on the water, and then at the helicopter overhead that had come with Zhou Jiuzhen and was about to take off at any moment.

As long as she doesn't care about anything, she can return to Wan Tan Island.

But when she looked at Zhou Shuyao again, she slowly nodded.

Zhou Jiuzhen grabbed Ling Huanwu's hand and shook his head vigorously, his eyes filled with pleading and reluctance.

Ling Huanwu gently patted his hand, a gesture that seemed to be both comforting and bidding farewell.

Ling Huanwu walked step by step toward the villain, each step feeling like she was stepping on her own heart.

The wind seemed to freeze, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.

Just as Ling Huanwu walked to Qin Jinshen's side, Qin Jinshen laughed triumphantly, thinking he had succeeded. But Ling Huanwu suddenly pulled out a small knife and, with all her might, plunged it into Qin Jinshen's chest.

"you……"

Qin Jinshen's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and disbelief.

He clutched his chest, blood gushing from between his fingers.

"You have no humanity!"

Ling Huanwu remained expressionless, but her voice trembled slightly with anger, "In the face of such a disaster, you're still fixated on these meaningless trifles! Threatening the living with the dead, do you have any conscience at all?"

She pointed to the corpses lying haphazardly on the water behind Qin Jinshen. They were all his followers, now just cold shells. "Look at them. They trusted you and followed you, but what happened? Because of you, they lost their lives at such a young age. Don't you feel guilty?"

Qin Jin opened his mouth, wanting to refute, but only coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"You know perfectly well what this disaster means, but instead of thinking about saving people and helping others, you're focusing all your energy on me, someone who doesn't deserve your efforts at all!"

Ling Huanwu became more and more agitated as she spoke, tears welling up in her eyes, but she held them back. "You keep talking about love, but your love is nothing but selfishness and possessiveness, and a disregard for the lives of others!"

The sea breeze still howls, and the waves still surge.

Ling Huanwu's rebuke echoed in this chaotic world.

As Qin Jinshen was questioned repeatedly, he slowly collapsed, his twisted love and madness plunging into the cold lake behind him!

*

The helicopter's rotors roared loudly as it struggled to maintain its balance in the howling wind.

The soldiers carried the unconscious Qin Jinshen and his trembling accomplices onto the plane, which then slowly took off and left the chaotic sea area.

Zhou Jiuzhen pulled Ling Huanwu into his arms and looked out through the helicopter window, overlooking the entire sea.

One after another, waves hundreds of meters high surged and churned, as if giant beasts from the depths of the sea were roaring, ready to devour everything.

The wind howled, causing the helicopter to shake violently, and it was almost swept into the surging waves several times.

The pilots looked serious, their foreheads covered in sweat, but with their rich experience, they kept adjusting their flight attitude and increasing their power, finally managing to escape the dangerous wind-affected area.

At the high-altitude campsite, the morning sun shines on the earth, creating a peaceful scene.

Standing in the crowd, Su Haiting said loudly, "Don't worry, everyone. The weather is so nice, how could there be a storm surge? Let's hurry down the mountain quietly, we still have a lot of things to do at home."

The villagers looked at each other, their worries gradually replaced by longing for home.

At Su Haiting's urging, they packed their bags one by one and began to leave the mountain camp, heading down the mountain.

They were completely unaware that danger, like a ferocious beast lurking in the darkness, was silently approaching them.

At this moment, Ling Huanwu was extremely anxious in the helicopter. She pointed to the crowd below and shouted to Zhou Jiuzhen, "No, we have to find a way to notify them. They don't know that the storm surge is coming soon!"

Zhou Jiuzhen frowned, his eyes revealing anxiety. "Quickly, land immediately and tell the villagers to go back right away!"

The villagers below continued their descent, chatting and laughing, completely unaware of the impending danger.

A child skipped and hopped ahead, while his mother chased after him, laughing, saying, "Slow down, don't fall!"

An elderly man, leaning on a cane and supported by his family, walked step by step, muttering, "Finally, I can go home."

Above them, helicopters circled in the gale. Some villagers had already stepped onto the suspension bridge, but the helicopters had nowhere to land and could only hover in mid-air.

The suspension bridge is surrounded by cliffs, so helicopters can only hover in mid-air.

The strong winds whipped up by the propellers made the suspension bridge's iron chains clang loudly.

Zhou Jiuzhen's hand, gripping the megaphone, bulged with veins, and his voice cracked with anxiety, "Everyone, hurry back! The tide has already submerged three islands! It's about to reach us! Villagers, evacuate back to camp immediately!"

The wooden planks of the suspension bridge were being blown up and down by the wind.

Su Haiting gripped the old woman's arm tightly, her nails digging almost into her sleeve. Her voice trembled, yet carried an undeniable fierceness, "Don't listen to his nonsense! There was a storm surge last year, how could it come so soon? If we go back to camp, we'll either starve or freeze to death, or we'll be killed by the beasts in the mountains..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a sticky gaze that suddenly shot out from behind him.

Five henchmen squeezed at the back of the crowd. The leader waved the hemp rope in his hand, his eyes like leeches clinging to Su Haiting, as if trying to scare her. "Sister Su, why are you running? Come back to camp with us, we'll make sure you stay warm."

Meanwhile, inside the helicopter, Zhou Jiuzhen continued to persuade his fellow villagers.

These words completely panicked the already hesitant villagers.

Some people took half a step back, trying to retreat up the mountain.

Some people looked at the rushing river below the bridge, then glanced at the female supporting character's deathly pale face, their feet seemingly nailed to the bridge.

A salty, damp smell suddenly filled the air, and in the distance, a dark gray line was faintly rising from the sea, pressing toward the shore at a visible speed.