Isolated Island (18)

It seemed that the dessert player was going to follow him.

"Okay, but first, accompany me somewhere," Ren Yifei never acts on impulse. If he wanted to follow, then he could follow. At least he had dealt with the dessert player twice before and understood him a little, so he was prepared.

If something goes wrong, he could even have a quick start.

The place Ren Yifei wanted to go to was the manor's pool just below the grass skiing field and away from the mushroom house and wooden cabins.

If there was still water left over from the first night's heavy rain, then it could only be there.

"I was going to come and test an idea. I know you people are weird, but maybe weird things are more useful this time."

Ren Yifei held his wooden bucket containing the cat and spoke as they walked briskly. He did not look like someone who was going out to meet a ghost in a horror movie but rather someone who was going on an adventure.

With a bit of light from the sky, the two navigated along the gravel path to the abandoned pool. Ren Yifei had been there during the day, and Saman had seen it on the map at the entrance of the manor, so they both knew where the pool was.

A large area of the road had artificially laid turf and was very flat, so they were able to reach the pool below the grass skiing field smoothly.

The pool had been abandoned and filled with wastewater, that was a meter deep, half of which was brought by the rainstorm the day before yesterday.

"Are you there?" Ren Yifei walked over. He first put down the wooden bucket, then took out half a candle and lit it. After that, he half squatted by the edge of the pool, holding the guardrail with one hand and holding a wooden stick with the other to beat the water's surface.

Saman was very curious about what he would do, so he did not say anything to stop him and just quietly observed.

"Gu Xingye, come out. It wasn't raining that day, so you stayed in the puddle on the shore, right? Did you scare me with the fish? Come out."

Bubbles bubbled in the pool, but nothing could be seen below.

Is he... taking the initiative to approach and talk to the skeleton?

Saman could not help but have the urge to laugh.

The pool was bubbling, but the skeleton was not there. Ren Yifei thought about it, took the cat out of the wooden bucket and shook it above the water with both hands, "Your cat is in my hands. If you don't come out, I'll do it! "

The cat froze for a moment, staring at the water below, "...Meow? Meow!!!"

Two-legged beast, are you crazy?!

Gurgle gurgle gurgle, the bubbles in the pool suddenly increased, and a black skeleton appeared. Its dark eyes stared at Ren Yifei.

"Gu Xingye?" he took the cat back into his arms and comforted it by stroking his hand along its back. The cat was so relieved that it swayed its tail, "Meow."

The skeleton stared blankly at the man who was wearing his clothes, petting his cat and threatening him. Salt water poured out from his eye sockets.

However, the cat was in the hands of the other person, and it had no choice but to scratch the wall of the pool angrily to vent its anger: Zzz, Zzz, I hate it.

"..." Saman was speechless.

He could not see the skeleton, but it did not prevent him from guessing that 'Gu Xingye' was threatening the real 'Gu Xingye' with 'Gu Xingye's' cat.

And most importantly, he... succeeded.

"What the hell is going on? If you're Gu Xingye, then who am I?" Ren Yifei lowered his head and asked the skeleton in the water, but it just looked back at him quietly.

"You keep jumping on me and grabbing my hands and feet. Are you trying to take me somewhere?"

This time the skeleton responded with a nod.

Yeah! Ren Yifei inwardly cheered. He was able to communicate with this thing.

"Where do you want to take me? If you can't speak, use another method to tell me."

The skeleton stretched out a hand and pointed to the top of the mountain. It then glanced at him again before slowly sinking into the water.

"The top of the mountain? Wait, don't go yet."

The skeleton was completely submerged under the water, and no matter what Ren Yifei shouted, it did not respond. Saman approached the pool, pressed on the guardrail and looked down. A black silhouette appeared and watched him through the water.

It was the skeleton that only Saman could see.

Each of them was being followed by such a thing, and only they could see it. Its lethality was not great, but it could not be killed no matter what they did.

"Song Wei?" He called out to the silhouette.

The surface of the water wobbled slightly, and in the dim candlelight, Saman seemed to see the silhouette's mouth split open as if it was laughing.

"Do you have something to tell me?"

But the silhouette of the skeleton underwater simply sank and disappeared: Give you clues? Bah! Keep on dreaming.

Saman: ...

The skeletons refused to come out. Ren Yifei and Saman stood by the edge of the pool that showed four reflections. The candle was almost burned out, and the bean-sized flame swayed weakly in the wind.

"Why did that woman die the day before yesterday?" Ren Yifei asked suddenly, "I thought it was the skeletons, but that doesn't seem to be the case now."

On the first day, there were heavy rain, land ruptures, and the radio alerting of a ship's request for refuge. There were islanders whose persona did not match up, and decayed corpses that should have been dead for three months appeared in the water.

On the second day, the dead turned into fish monsters, and fish scales grew on the refugees.

There was an abundance of expired high-grade ingredients in the manor, spoons used for caviar, the words of the crazy old man by the gate and its connection with the house number, 12359, and his hallucination of drowning during the high fever. They were all guiding him in a certain direction.

If the owner of the manor was the 'ghost', what does the hint 'candle' mean? Could she be behind everything?

Or is there another, more terrifying evil? For example...

The shipwreck?

Ren Yifei felt that his lips and throat were a little dry. If he continued this train of thought, the skeletons might be the real victims, and the refugees... might be the ominous existence.

No, wait, if that's the case, the skeleton's attitude should be a bit harsher. Moreover, a cat with an owner should not be so close to him.

Ren Yifei felt that his brain was about to become mushy.

Saman did not know what the silent Ren Yifei was thinking. He thought that he was still thinking about the skeleton that seemed to display a bit of goodwill.

The naive young man in front of him maintained the sort of pure kindness and tolerance belonging only to young people. But Saman was different. He was an adult, so he did not have that kind of tenderness.

"There's no evidence they're friendly, so you'd better be vigilant."

Ren Yifei returned to his senses, sighed naturally, and switched to other topics, "I want to go up the mountain tomorrow."

Saman did not object to this; in any case, it was another clue.

The candle was burned out, and they should also be heading back. Ren Yifei held the wooden bucket containing the cat, still thinking about the skeleton from a moment ago.

Halfway down the road, a row of lights lit up in the location of the wooden cabins in the distance, which was particularly striking in the dark. In the distance, they also heard the sound of screaming and howling.

Ren Yifei and Saman looked at each other, and they rushed back.

"It's the living dead!"

The place where the refugees were sleeping was already in chaos. They could hear them before they even got close, and when they were close to the light source, they could smell the scent of the dead.

They were completely different from the daytime. Their faces were ashen, their eyes were red, and there were ulcers on their bodies. The characteristics of the dead were evident.

"Get back," Saman grabbed Ren Yifei's collar and pulled the other person behind him. He then picked up a bamboo pole from out of nowhere.

Ren Yifei was not happy with this arrangement. He watched as Saman used the bamboo pole to overturn the two white-eyed living dead who had lunged towards them and put the wooden bucket aside before taking out the fire hatchet.

The living dead was not faster than an ordinary person, and if they could overcome their fears, the living dead who did not have any weapons were no match for normal people with weapons.

The living dead did not feel pain, or their pain tolerance was very high, so they had to attack the fatal areas. Saman unceremoniously smashed the head of the living dead, causing brain matter to splash out and the bamboo pole to crack.

The skull is the hardest part of the human body, so it could only be imagined how hard he had hit it. However, when Saman looked back and saw Ren Yifei, he was stunned.

The fire hatchet that was an arm's length was polished to a silvery shine and was held by Ren Yifei with both hands. His expression was tense, and his eyes were focused. When he swung it, his arms shook violently, but it very accurately struck the cervical vertebrae joint on the back of the living dead's neck.

"Huh?" It's stuck!

If it were to be Saman, the head of the living dead would have been chopped off. But this was Ren Yifei. He lacked strength and could not retrieve the hatchet, nor could he chop through the neck. Thus, the hatchet stayed very awkwardly in the neck of the living dead.

The living dead lunged at him with the hatchet in its neck; he was so scared that his face turned pale. He had to slip behind it and try to get the hatchet back. The two began reenacting the King of Qin running around the column.

After that, he was finally able to take hold of the handle, but he was anxious since he could not pull it out.

Saman guessed that he was trying to hack the back of the dead man's neck, but the operation was a little wrong. He could not stand it any longer and smashed the skull of the living dead with the cracked bamboo pole in his hand.

Under the impact, Ren Yifei's hatchet was finally pulled out. Saman was covered in blood, but Ren Yifei and the hatchet were clean; only the part that went in was stained with blood.

"A Fei?" Saman suddenly blurted out.

Ren Yifei was completely unresponsive. After realising it was a person's name, he glanced around and asked in a shaky voice, "What A Fei? There's no one here, don't scare me. I'm almost scared to death."

"You don't know?" Saman stared at him closely.

"No, I don't know," he was stunned. "Is he a famous person?"

The soft light hit Ren Yifei's face, reflecting a clear and puzzled expression.

After observing for a while, Saman turned and left, "It's nothing."

That was close, too close. He really could not relax for even a moment. At that moment, he almost subconsciously looked over to see who was calling him. Fortunately, he immediately realised he should be called 'Gu Xingye'.

That was truly devious. He had chosen when he was the most relaxed and unprepared, and he had almost succeeded.

"Wait a minute," Ren Yifei hurriedly picked up the bucket and chased after him, holding the hatchet in his hand.

When Ren Yifei and Saman arrived, the war between the living and the living dead was coming to an end. The players hidden among the NPCs had made outstanding contributions by taking out most of the living dead with their superb strength and forces, while the rest were taken care of by the other people.

But the trouble did not just go away.

"Five people died." The five corpses were carried out afterwards. Unlike the living dead, their faces were still normal, but they were not breathing.

"Throw them out, throw them outside," the refugees were reluctant to get too close to danger, "What if they become the living dead?"

Ren Yifei glanced at them and could not identify any players among the five corpses.

However, there appeared to be a clash between the players. One of them was seriously injured; it was the disguise specialist who had previously blended in with the group of NPCs. Something had cut his neck open, which resembled a kite string.

Looking at the tragic way his blood is churning, it was most likely a fatal injury.

Ren Yifei was very familiar with this wound. It was caused by the silk thread belonging to the little girl in the mushroom house. He glanced at the little girl, and sure enough, she was rolling up a transparent silk thread in her hands while looking at the glasses girl with an unreadable expression.

On the other hand, the girl with glasses was waving what looked to be a playing card with a fake smile.

"What's your name?" the little girl asked the girl with glasses, her expression very adult-like and wicked. PERQM2

"This is only a chance encounter. There's no need to get to know each other."

The little girl smiled faintly and glanced at the player whose neck was cut, "I hope you can watch over him forever."

"It has nothing to do with you," the girl with glasses left. The disguised specialist that had been exposed directly followed after; there was fear and resentment in his eyes when he looked at the little girl.

"Black Rabbit?"

"A counterfeit."

"He said himself that he's not. He just came in to compete with Black Rabbit in terms of acting skills, but... it's better to kill by mistake than to let one slip away."

Two players whispered, not far away.

Ren Yifei hugged his fire hatchet tightly, his expression tense: Did they come in to hunt him down?

The player's business was put aside for the time being; they could not find him anyway. Ren Yifei was more concerned about the newly appeared living dead.

These people seemed to have become this way only after they went into the mountains. Something had also lured him into the mountain when he was outside the estate.

There must be something in the mountain. Moreover, 'it' will continue to move.

The departure of the three players had no effect on anything, and the NPCs continued to deal with the aftermath of the 'living dead' incident.

"Throw them all in one place, or find somewhere to bury them," the refugees stayed far away.

"How did these people suddenly become like this? That was terrifying!" A bitten refugee cried.

Fortunately, those who were bitten did not show symptoms of being infected. However, everyone was still afraid that they would transform in the middle of the night. The wounded refugees were rushed directly into a wooden cabin.

Despite the crying and howling, it was all useless. With few people and little power, they did not have the strength to resist.

"Everyone else, go inside and arrange for someone in each house to take turns keeping watch."

This was the best way; everyone agreed. In any case, they must rest. Otherwise, it would be a vicious cycle.

At this time, those who have made outstanding contributions in the battle with the living dead have the right to speak.

No, perhaps it was more accurate to say that they succeeded in deterring the NPCs with 'strength' and 'extreme cruelty'.

The living dead were indeed dead, but those who could directly chop a limb off with a blank expression were by no means, ordinary people.

When Ren Yifei returned to the mushroom house, they had already elected a new leader, which was the girl with glasses.

It was said that she had cleanly dealt with three living dead, which was an incredible feat. All the NPCs in the mushroom house avoided her and did whatever she said.

At that moment, everyone in the house had their eyes closed and was resting, while in the cabin next door, the disguised specialist player was up. Opposite them was the little girl, who was playing with the silk threads, her eyes were constantly fixed on the disguised player, and a strange smile hung on her lips.

The disguised specialist player was sweating a lot, his eyes were unblinking, and his body was tense and ready to escape.

The card was slightly hot, indicating that it was eleven o'clock, and the prompt was updated.

Ren Yifei sat in the corner, draped in a thin blanket as he guarded his cat and rucksack.

There were still two packets of instant noodles, one and a half steamed buns, and some sausages, which were the cat's rations. He could not steal food from the cat, and the sausages were not that filling anyways.

Where is he going to get food tomorrow?

Whoosh, splash...the sound of the tides lightly slapping the shore sounded in the silent night. Half of the moon emerged through the thick clouds. Its light came through the window and fell on the ground.

Ren Yifei, who had not fallen asleep, raised his head and spotted a face peaking through the window. Its eyes were pressed against the gaps in the curtains, and its line of sight slowly crept over each person sleeping inside who was exposed to the moonlight.

Its line of sight climbed on Ren Yifei's body which was propped up against the wall, covered by a thin blanket. His eyes were closed as if he was fast asleep. RbtpF4

Whoosh, splash... the sound of the waves became closer; it was as if it was almost right next to his ears. Listening to this soothing and rhythmic sound, his soul also wanted to float and fly away.

A white light appeared in the dark world, and under the light, fear, pain, and struggle all dissipated.

It looked so reassuring that it was like an invitation to chase it.

Ren Yifei opened his eyes and slowly stood up.