Even if you are not outstanding or don't work particularly hard, you will still have enough food and clothing.
But what about now?
They are struggling on the brink of death every minute, and may lose their lives or even become disabled at any time, or stay on this horrible deserted island forever, never being able to go back.
Those happiness are too far away from them, so far that only a vague concept remains, and they can only vaguely remember the laughter in their dreams at midnight.
"Alive? What's the difference between living like this and being dead?" The fat man laughed at himself, his tone full of despair and self-abandonment.
"Don't be like this, as long as we find the center of the formation, we will be able to escape!" I was afraid that he was really desperate, so I hurriedly spoke to comfort him.
"Go out? We've only reached the third floor. I've escaped death several times on the third floor alone. My legs are broken and I've lost too much blood. How am I going to get through the next five floors? Ah!" The fat man suddenly sat up excitedly, his eyes red.
I was choked and speechless for a moment.
"I might as well just die. I've had enough of this life!" The fat man cursed and suddenly turned his head away: "Just go away and don't worry about me!"
I was stunned and asked subconsciously: "What are you going to do?"
"It's none of your business, you guys go! If I stay here, maybe I can leave my body intact. If I keep going, I'm afraid I won't even be able to leave my body intact." The fat man looked at his bloody leg and couldn't help sneering.
I couldn't help but clench my fists, wanting to tell Fatty that we would definitely be able to get out, but I found that even I couldn't be sure what they would encounter next.
Just as the fat man said, they have only reached the third floor, and they are already facing danger at every step, suffering heavy casualties. Is it really wise to continue going up?
Can they really deal with the things above?
What's more, even if they went to the ninth floor, they might not be able to find the center of the formation.
If they can't find it in the Drum Tower, then they have to go into the city. What is there in the city? Will it be more dangerous than the things in the Drum Tower?
I don’t know any of this.
The future is bleak and there is no hope. Should they give up?
But the second floor had collapsed, and they had no choice but to keep moving forward.
There is no way to retreat, and there is no hope of survival if we move forward. In this situation, what words can I use to comfort the fat man?
Just when I was struggling, a scream of collapse suddenly sounded beside me. My body trembled reflexively and I turned my head subconsciously. I saw Qin Lan sliding softly to the ground against the wall, holding her head and crying.
"Qin Lan?" I changed my tone with a frown.
Qin Lan, however, seemed to have not heard anything at all. She just kept crying and sobbing, saying, "I'm not leaving either. You guys go now!"
I widened my eyes in surprise. It was understandable that the fat man collapsed. After all, his leg was injured and he had no ability to escape if he encountered danger again. But why did Qin Lan collapse?
I frowned at her in confusion and asked, "Why?"
"Why?" Qin Lan raised her head and stared at me blankly. Suddenly, she burst into a mad laugh. "You're still asking me why? I was insulted like that by that little brat in the hallway. How could I still have the nerve to live on?"
I just felt it was ridiculous. What's wrong with being insulted? It wasn't your own initiative. Giving up your life for this shows that you don't take life seriously.
However, I knew that this was not the time to blame her. Qin Lan was not someone who was easily defeated. She was just too nervous and had just experienced a life-and-death crisis.
Ignoring Qin Lan's unreasonable behavior, I turned to look at Xiao Ding, but saw that he also had a dejected face, and his eyes were dull and lifeless.
I sighed softly. After witnessing the violence and bloodiness of the little ghosts, they all had an indelible shadow in their hearts.
Emotions are contagious. Sometimes when a person encounters setbacks, he or she can clearly handle it. But if there is someone next to you who is always depressed and does not believe in success, then you will be infected by his or her emotions and will never be able to get out of the setbacks.
Either give up completely or switch to something else.
But they don’t know that the easiest way is to grit their teeth and persevere.
This is the truth, but I can't use it to persuade them to cheer up, because even I am beginning to lose confidence.
I suddenly raised my head and looked at Jack who had been standing silently by the side. Because he had just jumped into the pool of blood, his clothes were stained with blood, and the strong smell of blood kept pouring out of his body.
My face paled as I pursed my lips, looking at the group of people who had lost their fighting spirit. Thinking of Jack, who seemed to know too much about this deserted island secret, I unleashed the question that had been lingering in my mind for a long time: "Jack, do you know something? Or do you have some connection to this place?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the three people who had been looking depressed and lowering their heads suddenly raised their heads and looked at Jack with sharp eyes. It seemed as if they wanted to see through Jack, and as if they were examining him as an unforgivable sinner.
Seeing this, I thought to myself that this was not good. With everyone in this state, if I asked him so directly, it would obviously draw everyone's hatred, which had nowhere to vent, onto him. I should find a place where no one was around and ask him secretly.
But the words have been spoken, and it is hard to take them back.
I could only endure everyone's questioning gazes, grit my teeth, look at Jack, and wait for his reply.
Jack looked at the people's eyes flashing with fire and curled his lips nonchalantly. His face returned to his usual expressionless look. He looked at everyone and answered, "Yes."
yes?
My eyes suddenly widened, I couldn't believe my ears.
Did Jack really have a connection to this place? Was their encounter with the water ghost at the bottom of the river his doing? Was coming to this deserted island his plan?
What exactly is his purpose?
Why did he bring them here? Why did he lead them to the Drum Tower? What was the relationship between him and the ghosts that appeared here? And why did the little ghost standing in the pool of blood have such unusual feelings for him?
Too many questions lingered in my mind, and I looked at Jack steadily, with a look that was more unfamiliar than ever before.
Who is he...?
"It's you, you scumbag traitor! What's your purpose in bringing me here?" The fat man immediately flew into a rage when he heard this. He stared at Jack with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to eat him alive. He gritted his teeth and said, "If you can't give me an explanation today, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"
"Jack...why?" Xiao Ding, who was also sitting next to the fat man, looked up at Jack with a confused look on his face and asked, his tone full of disappointment.
"It's you! How could it be you! I know, the kids here are in cahoots with you, right? You are in the same group with them!" Qin Lan also stood up suddenly from the ground, her eyes red.
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