At the same time, a strong, pungent odor filled the air.
The ground nearby was covered with scratches and debris.
As the iron blocks gradually gathered together, Lu Wuyai's heart sank further.
Along the way, the trees were destroyed and rotting, and choking smoke lingered in the air from time to time, giving people a very bad feeling.
With a bang
With a deafening roar, a wave of heat hit his face, almost suffocating Lu Wuyai.
Finally, in the next second, he saw a plane that had been almost completely dismantled, with deep tracks dug into the ground.
Lu Wuyai squinted. The thick smoke was too choking. After a while, he got used to it, and then, with a feeling of unease, he approached the helicopter step by step.
He then discovered the bodies of several rescue team members who had been burned alive in the engine room. Upon closer inspection, there were a total of seven bodies, including the captain in the bridge.
As for Su Xi and the others, they only breathed a sigh of relief after Lu Wuyai circled the forest around the plane.
"It's good news that we didn't see any bodies."
Lu Wuyai dared not linger near the plane for too long. The explosion earlier had made him a little worried.
Before leaving, he went back into the cabin and found some undamaged thermal blankets and some helmets.
Returning the way they came, Lu Wuyai quickly found Su Xi and Song Xiaoyou crouching in the bushes and told them about his discovery.
“Then let’s go back to Shiqiu first,” Su Xi said.
Lu Wuyai nodded. If Su Xi and the others hadn't died, he would have gone to the stone sphere to find them immediately.
So the three of them set off again. By the time they returned to Shishan, it was almost dusk.
As the sun set, Lu Wuyai and the two women felt heavy-hearted.
Although they didn't get on the plane, the three consecutive failed rescue attempts left them with endless smog.
Lu Wuyai even believed that some kind of supernatural event might occur on this deserted island, and that those who entered would never be able to escape.
Thinking of this, Lu Wuyai felt a headache coming on. He pressed his temples, and the irritating reaction made him breathe a sigh of relief.
On the other side of the rocky hill, Su Xi and Song Xiaoyou were gathering wood to prepare materials for tonight's bonfire.
The babbling brook reflects the afterglow of the setting sun, its shimmering surface like a precious mirror.
"It's so beautiful!" Su Xi exclaimed, her cheeks glowing with a faint pink light, making her look exceptionally charming.
Song Xiaoyou smiled, but the smile quickly disappeared.
Three hours have passed since the plane crash, and they have not seen anyone.
Not seeing the body was both fortunate and unfortunate.
“Let’s look again tomorrow,” Song Xiaoyou said.
Su Xi didn't react for a moment, but quickly nodded.
When you're alive, you want to see people; when you're dead, you want to see corpses.
Su Xi knew that if that person were still alive, the outcome might be even worse. There were clearly many other survivors on the deserted island.
Darkness comes neither too late nor too early.
Because there were only three people, Lu Wuyai moved his night station to a high mountain at the end of the rocky mountain.
When the moonlight comes down, they can easily see the condition of the rocky mountain from the top of the mountain.
That night, no one wanted to sleep, so the three of them took turns keeping watch until dawn.
The next morning, Lu Wuyai, carrying the thermal blankets he had obtained from the plane the day before, led Su Xi and Song Xiaoyou, fully equipped, and headed straight for the plane wreckage again, taking advantage of the morning chill.
This time, because they were covered in warm blankets, they didn't slow down even when traversing the rainforest.
An hour and a half later, the three of them successfully reached the helicopter wreckage.
This was the first time the two women had met, so they observed things more carefully than Lu Wuyai.
Su Xi noticed some circular bullet holes on the fuselage, which looked like it had been hit by bullets.
At this point, Song Xiaoyou tapped the deck of the ship a few times with the harpoon, then suddenly sighed softly.
"What's wrong?" Lu Wuyai asked.
“This is an open space.” Song Xiaoyou moved a corpse’s thigh and tapped it carefully, discovering that the color of one of the decks of cards was different from the rest.
Lu Wuyai said calmly, "Perhaps it was destroyed by fire."
As a result, Song Xiaoyou pried open the deck, revealing what was inside: a finely crafted pistol.
"I didn't expect there to be such a secluded compartment on the plane."
Lu Wuyai, who was standing to the side, picked up a pistol from below the deck, and it felt incredibly steady.
At the same time, the three men thought back to the previous collapse. Could there be a pistol like this under the deck?
"It's a bit of a pity." Lu Wuyai shook his head, but he was quite satisfied with the pistol he received, which was fully loaded with bullets.
Song Xiaoyou discovered the gun, and Lu Wuyai told her to put it away.
"Here you go," Song Xiaoyou said.
Lu Wuyai glanced at it, then silently tucked the pistol into his waistband and covered it with his clothes, feeling very grateful for Song Xiaoyou's trust in him.
After being framed by Han Shuyi, very few people completely trusted him.
“There are some footprints here,” Su Xi’s voice came from a forest.
Lu Wuyai and Song Xiaoyou exchanged a glance and immediately walked forward.
Sure enough, in this forest, a clear footprint was left among the blades of grass. It was really hard to find without looking carefully.
It was already nine o'clock in the morning. After resting for a while, the three of them set off again, following the footprints scattered among the grass.
But in the end, that very afternoon, Lu Wuyai looked down at the cliff that resembled a chasm, while the boundless forest on the opposite bank remained.
This east-west oriented cliff allowed Lu Wuyai and his friends to experience the vastness of the deserted island for the first time.
An hour ago, the footprints had completely disappeared. Lu Wuyai wondered, if these traces truly belonged to Su Xi and the others, why did they walk in the exact opposite direction to Shi Qiu?
If it wasn't Su Xi and the others, then who could these traces be?
Where did Su Xi and the others go?
Beside the rift, Su Xi and Song Xiaoyou glanced at their feet and felt dizzy. Su Xi almost jumped in.
"Not even glancing at it," Lu Wuyai took a few steps back. The depths of the rift were like a whirlpool. The sense of gaps could cause sensory illusions.
I checked the time; it was almost dusk. Returning to the rocky hills was definitely out of the question. I worried I'd have to rest in an open area in the East African Rift Valley tonight.
Time was running out, so Lu Wuyai picked up an axe and started chopping firewood, while Su Xi and Song Xiaoyou cleared the weeds and stones from the open space to make the environment as comfortable as possible for their rest that night.
The open space in this rift valley is vast, offering a wide view and beautiful scenery. The only downside is the strong winds.
Before it got dark, the mountain wind howled, and the fishy smell of the sea grew stronger.
In the end, Lu Wuyai and the others abandoned the idea of setting up camp in the open space and instead found a thorny forest in a place where the wind was relatively weak.
Night fell quickly, and a campfire was slowly lit, the flames flickering and threatening to be blown out.
“Use thermal blankets to wrap them up, wrap them up,” Song Xiaoyou said.
"Let's give it a try." Lu Wuyai wasn't sure if he could do it. After all, the wind was everywhere.
There were ten thermal blankets in total. They were almost completely preserved in the plane explosion. The silver-plated surface isolates light and heat, providing excellent insulation.
Without further ado, Su Xi took a few shoelaces from the bucket and, together with Song Xiaoyou, connected the thermal blankets together.
Here, Lu Wuyai began to tie the connected insulation blankets to the tree trunks to form an artificial windbreak.
After a while, the three sides, except for the direction of the thorn bushes, were covered with warm blankets. The strong winds were kept out, and it was warm inside.
At this moment, Lu Wuyai looked at the two tired women and said gently, "You two rest, I'll keep watch. I haven't been able to sleep lately."
Then, Su Xi said irritably, "I've lived on a desert island for almost four months. Nobody gets spoiled. You've been traveling all day. Aren't you tired?"
Lu Wuyai chuckled coldly for a while and said that if he got tired, he wouldn't be able to stand it for a long time.
The moment he landed, his first thought was to sleep.
“Lu Wuyai.” Su Xi looked at him, her eyes filled with hope.
Lu Wuyai glanced at her, clearly displeased that she had chosen to stay by his side instead of boarding the plane.
He thought he wouldn't feel this way if it were any other woman.
"Go to sleep, stop talking," Lu Wuyai said with a stern face.
Su Xi lowered his head and sighed. After closing his eyes, he quickly fell asleep.
As she spoke, Song Xiaoyou continued to add torches, occasionally glancing at Lu Wuyai, her face as red as an apple.
Perhaps they were truly exhausted. In the quiet night, Lu Wuyai and Song Xiaoyou also closed their eyes one after another. Physical fatigue and mental worry made everyone tense.
And so, the next day arrived.
Lu Wuyai almost woke up because he suddenly remembered that he was on night watch. But when he opened his eyes, he found that everything was peaceful. Although the campfire had gone out, the space was still quite warm thanks to the thermal blankets.
It was a long time before Lu Wuyai finally stood up. Su Xi and Song Xiaoyou were still resting, drool dripping from their mouths. They didn't seem to be waking up anytime soon.
After stepping out of the area covered by thermal blankets, the mountain wind was still howling, and the deserted island was indeed a bit chilly in the early morning.
"Summer is almost over," Lu Wuyai said with a sigh.
Unaware of their surroundings, the survivors spent the entire summer on the deserted island.
As he reached the edge of the crevice, Lu Wuyai stood firmly, looking down at the pitch-black bottom. The darkness was terrifying, as if something horrible might emerge from the abyss at any moment.
Meow.
A cat-like beast suddenly appeared beside Lu Wuyai, startling him so much that he immediately fired a shot.
Fortunately, the cat jumped into the grass, its blue eyes flashing with an indescribable meaning.
"There must be too many cats and wild animals on the deserted island."
Lu Wuyai shook his head. Golden cats are social animals. He expected it to thrive on the deserted island, growing strong and becoming a common sight.
Across the rift valley, there was a lush, ancient forest. The wind rustled through the trees, arousing a strange sense of curiosity.
At eight o'clock in the morning, Lu Wuyai returned to the station and found that the two women had already woken up and had taken off the thermal blankets and carefully put them away.
No one knows how much longer they will have to stay on the deserted island. These thermal blankets may be their only means of surviving the cold winter.
The helicopter has crashed again, and there's probably no rescue team coming.
On the way back, Song Xiaoyou suddenly suggested that everyone go into the cave.
"You think Su Xi and the others might have gone to the cave."
Lu Wuyai seemed to be deep in thought. Judging from the direction of the last impact, it was indeed closer to the cave than back up the mountain.
Thinking of this, Lu Wuyai and Su Xi looked at each other and nodded at the same time.
After roughly determining their direction, the three of them put on warm blankets and trekked through the rainforest in the cool weather, hoping to reach the cave before noon.
"There must be too much feces here."
Su Xi covered her nose and pointed to the animal droppings at the base of the tree trunk in front of her. A strong ammonia smell filled the air.
At this moment, two hours had passed since they left the rift valley, and the forest ahead was almost entirely covered in animal droppings.
"it hurts."
Just then, the three people who were guessing the source of the feces suddenly heard the sound of wolves coming from the forest.
Lu Wuyai's expression immediately changed, and he said, "There won't be any wolves here."
On the deserted island, it was almost impossible to see wolves during the day. On the contrary, at night, when wolves roamed the forest, they could hear their howls almost every night.
Compared to the unpredictable nature of the cat-like beasts, Lu Wuyai and the others were more afraid of packs of wild wolves.
Those are the true kings of the deep mountains and forests; no one dares to underestimate them.
After hearing the wolf howls, Lu Wuyai originally wanted to leave immediately, but as soon as he turned around, a wolf was already standing behind them.
The wolf's deep brown eyes revealed a fierce, murderous intent, but its opponent did not attack immediately. It looked around and then walked away.
Seeing this, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and then, not daring to delay any longer, left the forest at an even faster pace than before.
After leaving the deep mountains, they continued walking for another hour. Finally, just before two o'clock, the three of them saw seven familiar mounds of earth and nearby rubble in the distance.
Unfortunately, upon reaching the cave, they found it deserted, with no signs of new life nearby. Everything remained exactly as it had been when they left.
"Let's rest here tonight," Lu Wuyai sighed. The day's search had been in vain.
Everyone was resting inside the cave. Outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the temperature had once again reached 43 degrees Celsius. It felt like the air was boiling and distorting.
A deep sleepiness enveloped everyone's heart.
Before they knew it, all three of them had fallen asleep. When Lu Wuyai woke up, his clothes were completely soaked. The mountain wind had blown him out, causing him to sneeze several times.
"If this continues, I'm definitely going to catch a cold." A sense of unease crept into Lu Wuyai's heart.
It was getting close to nightfall. Lu Wuyai took his axe and went out to chop down a few large trees. Occasionally, he noticed a patch of red thorn bushes nearby, and he remembered the aphrodisiac smoke from the cave.
Lu Wuyai made a mental note and deliberately avoided this tricky area.
Soon, a campfire was lit in the cave, and the two sleeping women gradually woke up.
Feeling the sticky residue on their bodies, Su Xi and Song Xiaoyou wanted to clean themselves up, so they arranged to meet Lu Wuyai.
"Don't peek," Su Xi said with a smile.
It's alright if we don't talk about these things. As soon as he said them, Lu Wuyai felt an itch outside the cave. Finally, he lowered his head and chopped down a large tree in the forest.
Just before nightfall, a mountain wind rose, and a fierce gust of wind swept through the cave once again.
Lu Wuyai lingered at the cave entrance for a while, and only after hearing someone inside call him that he could come in did he drag a pile of wood inside, groaning as he went in.
As a result, once he entered the cave, he stared at it intently.
Beside the campfire, Su Xi and Song Xiaoyou were talking with their heads down. Since they were both students, they seemed to have a lot in common.
But that's not the point. The point is, Lu Wuyai saw two women sitting on the ground. Their clothes, soaked with sweat, hung on a wooden rack to dry. They were wearing two men's shirts and two oversized white shirts. Their long legs were exposed to the air, looking exquisite and sexy.
The firelight flickered, and occasionally a plump white corner could be seen.
Regarding matters between men and women, Lu Wuyai's self-control has become even lower after his cave romance with Han Shuyi.
Here, Lu Wuyai had already covered his nose, and blood was flowing uncontrollably from it. This damned day was still bothering him.
Fortunately, Su Xi and Song Xiaoyou hadn't noticed him yet, so Lu Wuyai quickly turned his head and wiped himself clean.
When his nose started bleeding, Lu Wuyai turned around and pretended that nothing had happened.
But in the end, Su Xi was right beside him, her hands braced on the ground, her exquisite curves perfectly exposed to Lu Wuyai's gaze.
The sacred snow-capped peaks are majestic and magnificent.
Lu Wuyai felt a wave of dizziness, and it took him a long time to recover from the situation.
This time, however, he dared not look around anymore, afraid that he would lose control and if something happened to Su Xi, their relationship would be difficult to untangle.
That evening, Lu Wuyai and the others covered the hole with thermal blankets, leaving only a few fist-sized gaps.
As for the campfire, they put it out before going to sleep.
The cave entrance was now sealed, so the three of them didn't have to keep watch all night, and everyone closed their eyes to rest early. After running around all day, their physical exhaustion was the most honest thing they knew.
In the middle of the night, Lu Wuyai felt as if he were hugging something soft and squishy, and his first reaction was to be startled.
But after reacting, Lu Wuyai's heart began to race, and the blood in his veins roared.
He could no longer control his hands and moved them up and down. They were still in the cave, but the person in his arms was no longer Han Shuyi, but Su Xi.
He was clearly conscious, especially when he sensed the other person's equally heavy breathing.
But Lu Wuyai's movements grew increasingly aggressive and uncontrollable, as if he were trying to break some kind of taboo. The so-called revenge was now a joke. Under Su Xi's relentless onslaught, Lu Wuyai's seemingly hardened heart had long since melted.
The old saying goes, "A man chasing a woman is like climbing a mountain, a woman chasing a man is like passing through a veil." There's some truth to that.
At the crucial moment, Su Xi suddenly said, "Next time."
In the darkness, Lu Wuyai's eyes had turned red; he couldn't suppress his possessiveness.
As a result, Su Xi pleaded, "My relatives are all here. Can you do it next time?"
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