Suddenly a shrill scream was heard from the jungle!
What followed was the rhythmic sound of leaves hitting the tree trunks!
There's someone in the tree!
Xianjin took a few deep breaths.
My ears have never been so sharp!
She closed her eyes, and seemed to hear the sound of the big knife breaking through the chaotic air, ignoring the noisy branches and leaves, breaking through the dark vortex, and rushing straight to the neck of the living body!
"ah--"
It's another Japanese voice!
"Woo, woo, woo--" This was the sound that Hu Haixiang tried his best to make, and there was obvious excitement and joy in his voice!
Upon hearing this voice, Xianjin cried with joy, as if he had been pardoned!
Xianjin quickly pulled out the fire starter, blew out sparks, and immediately rushed out from behind the reef, stepping on the grains of sand, and stumbled towards the jungle!
Qiao Hui half-knelt on the ground with his head down, holding a knife in his left hand and his right hand hidden in his arms. His broad back rose and fell deeply.
In front of him lay two corpses with their throats cut by a knife.
In the bushes not far away, there were four bodies scattered around. They had died in horrific ways. The worst wound went from the top of the head to the angle of the jaw. White brain matter and bright red blood were all over the ground. The head was hanging on the neck as if walking on thin ice, with only a trace of skin and flesh still attached to the neck.
All dead.
They all died at the hands of the knife in Qiao Hui's left hand.
"Qiao Hui!"
Qiao Hui looked up suddenly, his pupils dilated unconsciously and then quickly shrank, and he looked forward in disbelief.
Is it an illusion?
The one running towards him with one foot deep and one foot shallow, stumbling, is, is... is it Xianjin?
The girl was running in the bushes with a tinder in one hand and a bottle tightly clutched in the other, her face full of tears. Her cloak had long been loosened, and the corners of her clothes were dragging in the bushes, stained with bright red blood and salty sea water.
Qiao Hui used his knife to support himself on the ground, leaned forward, and caught Xianjin who was flying towards him.
The girl he longed for day and night.
Xian Jin is crying.
He rarely saw Xianjin cry.
It must be because he had never seen Xianjin cry.
At this moment, the girl in his arms clasped his shoulders tightly, cursing the heaven and the earth and crying loudly. It was unclear what she was cursing - should she be cursing him?
Anyway, she was already very familiar with scolding him.
Qiao Hui loosened his left hand, and after the big knife fell down, he slowly raised one hand and wrapped it around the girl's waist.
"Stop crying..."
Qiao Hui spoke in a low voice and buried his head in the cloak that had fallen on the girl's shoulders, revealing a pair of eyes to look at the dots of fluorescent light on the coastline and the mangroves reflected on the sea. Finally, there was a hint of reality.
"Stop crying."
Qiao Hui said.
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