The tribe was torn apart by the tsunami.
There were a few people around Lu Xiaocao at first.
Huddled on a piece of driftwood.
Three men, Lu Xiaocao and Huang Shihui.
Not even able to resist hunger.
There are fish in the sea, but they have few tools.
There was very little food to be fished up.
The two men were stronger and had a more urgent need for food.
Lu Xiaocao has been in charge of the tribe for so long, and his influence still remains.
For the time being, the men did not dare to set their sights on Lu Xiaocao.
But they all set their sights on Huang Shihui.
Before Yu Xifeng came, the tribe had always had the habit of cannibalism.
After Yu Xifeng arrived, the goddesses took over the tribe.
Because of the coup and natural disasters, some people died, and the food supply was barely enough.
This matter was stopped.
As everyone knows, Huang Shihui is a fool.
In front of Huang Shihui, the man told others how he was going to eat her, and even tried to force Lu Xiaocao.
Lu Xiaocao took the initiative and killed him.
The body sank into the sea, attracting several fish.
The remaining two did not mention eating Huang Shihui anymore, and were busy catching fish.
Several people worked together to catch two fish, temporarily overcoming the current crisis.
The two men shared the big one, and Lu Xiaocao and Huang Shihui shared the small one.
There was no way to make a fire, so the occasional driftwood or other materials that floated down had to be used to expand the boat.
You can only eat raw fish meat and wash the blood off in sea water.
The fish meat is very dirty and has a lot of bacteria and parasites.
Lu Xiaocao adapted well to this as she had hardly ever eaten cooked food in the dungeon.
The painted goddess was more adaptable to this matter than the other people in the tribe.
The two fish were divided among the four people in a blink of an eye.
After the meal that day, without waiting for the remaining two people, he once again set his sights on Huang Shihui.
The two men clung to the boat, vomited, and developed a high fever.
In less than two days, they died one after another.
One of them even fell into the sea. Lu Xiaocao was quick-witted and with great effort, he finally pulled the person out.
To be honest, Lu Xiaocao felt relieved when these two people died.
At least, she could focus on strengthening the ship without having to worry about being attacked from both sides.
The two remaining corpses were made into bait by Lu Xiaocao.
They never encountered a big ship and had to avoid the wind and waves in fear every day.
There were many times when there was no food, when I was blown by the wind and swallowed by the endless darkness.
Lu Xiaocao felt that she was going to die.
Oil paint has changed the bodies of tribal women to a certain extent.
After being treated by Zhang Qiu, their pain was relieved.
But in the boundless sea, in the hollow wind,
The paint came alive again, moving as if it were devouring itself.
The pain came back again, even getting worse.
No matter how much they hate the humiliating marks of oil paint,
Objectively, they have achieved a certain evolution. The tribal women need less food to survive than before.
When she felt the pain, Lu Xiaocao wanted to jump into the sea and end it all.
But they did survive.
During the countless times of lingering, oil paint coexisted with them, allowing them to hold on to their last breath.
As time went by, a small pile of junk slowly accumulated on the ship.
I managed to get through the day.
Although Huang Shihui is difficult to communicate with, she does her job exactly as she is told.
Lu Xiaocao hugged her and cried. She didn't need to feel embarrassed facing a fool whose mental state was sometimes good and sometimes bad.
Huang Shihui hugged her and patted Lu Xiaocao's shoulder gently.
Lu Xiaocao said: "The goddess will bless us."
She told it to Huang Shihui and also to herself.
Huang Shihui also said: "Hello, goddess, hehe."
Meteorites fell and flames were like waterfalls.
Water and flames splashed onto Lu Xiaocao's back at the same time.
Lu Xiaocao hugged Huang Shihui's head and covered her ears with her hands.
"Sister, don't be afraid."
"The goddess promised that we would go to heaven."
Huang Shihui curled up.
Fortunately, the meteorite didn't last too long.
Even so, all the things on the ship, the belongings they had saved with great difficulty, were gone.
Nothing is left.
All that was left was a hollow piece of driftwood.
There is no oar anymore, do I have to row by hand?
Where to row? There are no more corpses for Lu Xiaocao to use as bait.
They were cold, hungry and sleepy.
Huang Shihui lay on Lu Xiaocao's legs. Lu Xiaocao asked Huang Shihui to go to sleep first while she would keep watch.
Only Lu Xiaocao knew how desperate she felt.
Huang Shihui is heartless, and Lu Xiaocao cannot draw any warmth from Huang Shihui.
There is no tomorrow, and she doesn't think about tomorrow.
Lu Xiaocao's eyes gradually closed.
In the haze, as they were about to approach that boundary, Lu Xiaocao gradually no longer felt hungry.
Just like the little match girl, in her last moments, she lit a match in the snow.
At least, she was fed and warmed before she died.
Lu Xiaocao thought that dying in this illusory comfort didn't seem so bad.
She seemed to see her sisters again.
I don't know when the waves became agitated.
A wave came and splashed Lu Xiaocao in the face.
The cramps of the paint woke her up.
Lu Xiaocao thought her boat had capsized and held on to Huang Shihui tightly.
Lu Xiaocao was too strong and Huang Shihui felt pain.
But Huang Shihui didn't want to separate from Lu Xiaocao, so she didn't say anything, but just pursed her lips unhappily.
The boat did not capsize.
On the contrary, this piece of broken wood was moving in one direction at a fairly high speed.
The broken wood could not bear the weight,
Lu Xiaocao clearly heard the cracking sound.
But it did not fall apart. Instead, it was wrapped up by an unknown force and gathered tightly together.
Lu Xiaocao opened her eyes blankly, suspecting that she had seen a ghost.
Or maybe she has become a ghost.
What is that... land?
Are they going ashore?
The boat was pushed ashore by the waves at a crazy speed.
It broke into pieces on the shore.
Lu Xiaocao staggered down from the driftwood.
Huang Shihui looked blank and muttered something.
It took Lu Xiaocao a while to hear what Huang Shihui was saying.
"goddess."
She was talking about the goddess.
The true goddess is still watching over them and protecting them.
Lu Xiaocao prostrated herself on the ground, laughing with tears streaming down her face.
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