Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

"Are they gone?"

"It sounds like he's walking away."

"But there are still two guards up there."

Tang Yiming squinted his eyes and looked at the gap in the wooden door and spoke in a low voice.

The atmosphere was set off, Song Xun was inexplicably excited, and asked Shang Ji: "When are we going to run?"

According to Shang Ji, the food in the tribe will run out one day, and with so many people, they will definitely go out hunting within three days.

That was their best chance to escape, as only old people and women, the weakest ones, would be left in the tribe.

"Now." Shang Ji threw the stone in his hand hard at the wooden door, making a loud noise.

The people above heard the noise and scolded.

Shang Ji ignored him and continued to hit the door with stones.

His behavior angered the people above him. After a burst of cursing, the wooden door clanged open from above, and the sharp stick went towards Shang Ji with a sound of breaking wind.

Shang Ji dodged to the side, caught the sharp stick with one hand quickly and accurately, and pulled it hard.

The person above was caught off guard and fell down with him.

Tang Yiming reacted quickly and immediately subdued the man, knocking him unconscious.

The other guard was panicked for a moment and didn't react. Shang Ji took this opportunity and flipped out nimbly.

Song Xun couldn't see what was happening above, he only heard the sound of fighting.

In less than half a moment, the blunt corner of the sharp stick came down from above. Shang Ji poked his head out of the cave entrance and said, "Hold on tight."

Song Xun breathed a sigh of relief, grabbed the stick tightly, and was pulled up by him.

Tang Yiming and others came up one after another.

At this time, the tribesmen in the thatched hut heard the noise and rushed out. Seeing people running away, they rushed forward with weapons in hand.

Shang Ji bent down, and Song Xun jumped up tacitly.

Several people started running frantically.

Most of the people behind were women, but they were all very agile and as ferocious as men.

Instead of running along the cleared path, the few of them jumped through the remote weeds and bushes. They were about to put some distance between themselves and the people behind them, but they could faintly hear the strange accents of the tribesmen speaking in front of them.

Song Xun had a bad feeling.

When he raised his eyes, he bumped into some strong men who were rushing back to the tribe after hunting.

Some of them were injured and were being helped to the back.

It seems that they came back early to accommodate the wounded.

There were tribal women chasing them relentlessly from behind, and strong men hunting in front of them, flanking them.

A true portrayal of there being a wolf in front and a tiger behind.

Tang Yiming vomited blood: "What a shitty luck."

Shang Ji made a prompt decision: "Split up and run."

The men of the tribe reacted and immediately ran towards them.

Without caring about anything else, several people dispersed in all directions as Shang Ji said.

There was the sound of wind in their ears and the branches of the bushes hitting their faces hard, but they could only keep speeding up and dared not stop for even a moment.

Several people were released.

Song Xun tried hard to brush away the branches in front of Shang Ji. There were sometimes thorny branches in the dense bushes that could cut people's skin.

The tribesmen have lived on the island for a long time, and their familiarity with this place has been ingrained in their bones since childhood.

Like a nimble monkey in the dense forest, moving back and forth.

This is their advantage.

Song Xun heard footsteps approaching from behind and Shang Ji's breathing becoming heavy.

It is very difficult to shake off the people chasing you while carrying someone on your back.

His voice almost drifted away in the wind.

"Shang Ji, please put me down."

Anyway, according to the plot mission, his final destination is to stay on this island forever. If the ending is determined, then it is only a matter of time.

Song Xun felt that there was probably no one more dedicated than himself.

Shang Ji didn't stop.

The footsteps behind are still getting closer and closer, and it won’t be long before they catch up.

"Shang Ji."

"Put me down."

"This way none of us can escape."

Excessive extreme running made Shang Ji's eyes bloodshot and red.

Every breath seemed to tear my lungs apart, and my throat was filled with the taste of blood.

Shang Ji slowed down and finally stopped.

Song Xun took the initiative to let go and got off him.

With his hands behind his back, he said, "Just leave now, and don't feel burdened. You've been very good to me, I won't..."

He lost his voice.

Because, a breathless, hurried kiss fell on the corner of the mouth.

Song Xun's eyes suddenly widened and he was stunned.

"Don't make a sound. As long as I'm alive, I will come to find you."

Shang Ji's voice was hoarse.

Before Song Xun could react, he pressed him into the waist-high bushes, and resolutely ran in another direction, actively approaching the pursuers to attract their attention.

Those footsteps that kept echoing and were as persistent as if they were demanding one's life changed direction and disappeared by Song Xun's ears.

It was as if nothing had happened and everything was calm.

All that was heard was the sound of birds singing peacefully in the treetops.

Song Xun didn't know how long he had been squatting. When he stood up again, his hands and feet were weak and he staggered for a while before he could steady himself.

He couldn't fall down, because if he did, it would be all over.

The mission has not been completed yet. If Shang Ji really dies, who will he ask for the points from?

Song Xun spoke to himself in a daze.

Cheer up.

After noticing that someone was missing, the tribesmen might come back to search, so Song Xun staggered away from the tribe, memorizing the route in his mind.

Half a month after arriving on the island, Song Xun spent the night alone for the first time.

The treetops that block out the sun form a green curtain, leaving no room for the moonlight.

Without a lighter, Song Xun tried to learn Shang Ji's way of making fire by drilling wood together. What was easy for him to do ended in failure for him.

Looking at the blisters on the palms of his hands, Song Xun sat down dejectedly.

The night on the island was so dense that even the shadows of the trees seemed eerie, as if there were inexplicable mysterious shadows in the endless darkness.

Song Xun was cold and hungry, and felt that time was passing by in an incredibly long time.

When the fragmented light refracted through the treetops, Song Xun looked up in a daze, then stood up with one hand on the ground.

Walk towards the tribe.

Those people didn't go hunting yesterday, and the food is definitely not enough to sustain so many people in the entire tribe, so they will go out again.

According to yesterday's time, they have already left the tribe.

Song Xun shook his head and cheered himself up.

He did not take the trail, but took a detour and spent some time returning to the tribe. He carefully poked his head out from behind a tree not far away and looked inside.

As expected, the strong and healthy middle-aged men were no longer in the tribe, but the number of people guarding the entrance of the pit increased from two to three.

Sitting aside and talking about something.

A platform was built in the open space in the middle, surrounded by dry firewood.

Song Xun initially thought that they were going to hold a bonfire event in the evening, but when he saw the four cross stakes on the platform, he felt a chill all over his body and instantly understood what was going on.

Tribal, human sacrifice.

They wanted to take human sacrifices.

That's why I wasn't in a hurry to deal with them before.

Seeking blessings from gods and ghosts through blood sacrifices and establishing tribal order and authority through violence, these absurd things that only existed in distant legends now appeared before our eyes.

Song Xun retracted his head and patted his chest.

Calm down, don't just stand there like an idiot, use your brain.

Song Xun leaned against a tree trunk, looking around, and his eyes finally fell on the wooden sentry tower outside the tribe.

Got an idea.

Inside the pitch-black pit.

The four people were either standing or sitting, and all had injuries of varying degrees.

"What kind of luck is this? I have to burn some incense and pray to the Buddha when I get home. I'm afraid I've offended some gods."

Shen Heyun said negatively: "Is there still a chance to get out? Maybe we will die here today."

Tang Yiming frowned: "Yu Shu is still outside, he will definitely come to rescue us."

Shen Heyun laughed with an ambiguous meaning.

"You actually believed him. Rao Yushu is a selfish person. Even if Brother Shang saved him, he would not be grateful and would not come back."

"Don't look at me like that. I'm just speaking the truth. I know him too well."

Tang Yiming had nothing to say. Even if he disagreed with Shen Heyun's words from the bottom of his heart, according to the actual situation, Rao Yushu was unable to move, and coming alone would only be walking into a trap. No matter who it was, not everyone would have the courage to come back and save him.

"Shang Ji." He looked at the man sitting in the corner, "Say something, and think of a solution."

Since being locked up, Shang Ji has not said a word, with his head down, and no one knows what he is thinking, making it impossible to tell what his emotions are.

She didn't react at all to his words and looked depressed and gloomy.

Tang Yiming sighed and paced back and forth in worry.

Suddenly, he approached the wooden door, looked up and asked, "Do you smell anything?"

Xia Ming stood up: "There's a fire outside."

There was indeed a fire outside.

The few people guarding the pit were the first to discover that the watchtower was on fire. The fire spread quickly and reached the tribal fence.

Several people's faces changed and they shouted at the people in the hut, running out to put out the fire as soon as possible.

Hearing the fire, all the people in the tribe ran out, holding tools to hold water.

Song Xun hid behind a thick tree trunk and heard chaotic footsteps heading towards the right.

There is an artificial water tank about a hundred meters away from the tribe. While they are fetching water back and forth, this is his only chance in less than two minutes.

After the last person left the tribe, Song Xun immediately ran inside, went straight to the pit, and flipped open the wooden door.

Didn't flip.

Song Xun used both hands to exert force, but still nothing moved.

The wooden door was nailed shut, and a long stick was inserted into the gap of the door and deeply embedded in the ground.

He changed his position and began to pull out the long stick.

Tang Yiming's uncertain voice came from below: "Yu Shu?"

"It's me." Song Xun used all his strength, because his palms were burning with pain from being rubbed from making the fire.

In an instant, several people below stood up.

Yang Yiming was excited and surprised: "I knew you would come to save us."

"We are saved."

Song Xun felt that they were too happy too early, and his face turned red: "I can't open the door."

"Try to pry it with a stick."

Song Xun slapped his head and ran to the nearest thatched hut, where he found a sharp hunting stick. He inserted one end under the wooden door and pressed it down with the strength of his body.

The wooden door showed signs of loosening, Song Xun was delighted and tried harder.

"pat-"

The pointed stick suddenly broke in the middle.

Song Xun lost his strength and fell.

The noise was also heard below, and there was silence for a moment.

Too much time was wasted. The people fetching water had already started to rush back. If you listened carefully, you could hear their panicked shouts as they gradually approached.

Shang Ji's steady voice came from inside: "Go ahead. You've seen the altar outside. If you don't leave now, you won't have another chance."

Song Xun gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground.

Hearing the footsteps leaving from above, Shang Ji lowered his eyes and fell silent again.

Tang Yiming took two steps back and muttered to himself, "Yeah, if he doesn't leave, it will only result in one more death."

“Rao Yushu! Rao Yushu! Come back——” Shen Heyun thought they were crazy and shouted upwards: “Rao Yushu, you can’t just leave like this, come back——”

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps that had left reappeared.

The sound of prying at the wooden door came again.

A ripple flashed across Shang Ji's silent eyes.

He looked at the wooden door above his head unexpectedly.

Song Xun just found another sharp stick from the thatched hut and tried again.

He had made so many preparations, how could he just give up? Besides, the target of his mission was still in there, so what was the point of him escaping alone.

This time the wooden door was obviously much looser, and Song Xun focused all his attention on it. By the time he noticed someone approaching from behind, it was too late.

He pulled out his sharp stick, turned around and swung it backwards.

The sharp stick was caught easily, and Song Xun didn't even have the strength to fight back. The only thing in his hand that could be called a weapon was taken away.

He looked at the person who came with some despair.

It was the tribal boy, holding a stone axe in his hand, and throwing the pointed stick back casually.

Perhaps he noticed something, and Shang Ji's nervous shout came from below.

The wooden door made a dull sound, as if it had been hit by a fist.

Song Xun had no way to respond to him.

The stone axe in the boy's hand was raised high, reflecting a sharp cold light.

This is really cold.

Song Xun closed his eyes tightly, feeling the air flow brushing against his hair, followed by the sound of wood being chopped.

He opened his eyes in shock and saw that the long stick that was inserted across the wooden door had been cut off.

"Yes."

The young man smiled at him. Song Xun sensed no malice from him and roughly understood the meaning of his words.

He was telling him to go.

Without giving Song Xun time to react, he thanked the young man and bent down to open the wooden door.

Shang Ji immediately climbed out and stared at Song Xun from head to toe.

"I'm fine. They'll be back soon. We can't delay."

The people below didn't have this skill and could only rely on the wooden sticks passed to them from above to climb up.

Just before the tribesmen came back, several people left in the opposite direction.

Song Xun turned around and waved to the boy who had been staring at him, saying something that made no sense.

It sounded vaguely familiar, like what was said when food was delivered to the Tiankeng Cave.

Song Xun thought that he was different from those people in the tribe.

The tribesmen would soon discover that they were escaping, so they could not stop at all.

However, several of them had been severely beaten after being captured, and the injuries on their bodies could not sustain them from continuing on the journey.

The group was not walking very fast, supporting each other as they moved forward.

Song Xun discovered from the beginning that Shang Ji was the most seriously injured. His right leg had been hit severely, and he was in the same condition as him, walking unsteadily.

His head looked like it had been hit by something, and there were dried blood stains on his face.

He kept his head down the whole way and didn't say a word.

Song Xun was a little worried and felt that Shang Ji's head was really full of troubles.

I hope you won’t be stunned.