Chapter 7 Section 5

  5、

  Like a plague, that kind of lonely and helpless fear of being on tenterhooks spread rapidly, heavily floating in the night color of the island. The stars were still shining brightly, the evening wind was still cool, but the deathly gloom quietly engulfed everyone.

  Dead silence.

  Stifling air.

  "Be careful on the island, Chen Feng. If anything happens, call me immediately. Don't try to be brave. I'll come pick you up in seven days." Uncle Quan's reminder echoed again in Chen Feng's ears.

  He seemed to wake up from a dream, hastily found his mobile phone and dialed the number.

  "Sorry, the number you have dialed is temporarily unavailable." The only sound coming from the phone was a professional and gentle female voice.

  What's going on?

  Chen Feng's hand trembled as he dialed the phone number. He refused to give up and dialed several numbers in a row, but all he heard was that professional female voice.

  "Damn it!" Chen Feng cursed, his forehead beading with cold sweat.

  "What's wrong, can't get through?" Wan Liao Hai took over the phone and took a look.

  The phone is very luxurious, with a 'fine' shell that shines brightly under the starlight. From the outside, there is no sign of damage to the phone.

  "Evil spirit?" Wan Liao Hai sneered and handed the phone back to Chen Feng.

  The mighty ocean flows, only then can the hero's true color be revealed. In this extraordinary moment, he showed his bravery and wisdom. He instructed Chen Feng to take care of the girls, told Zhou Guangming to find tools for digging a hole, and himself walked near Zeng Yingjie's body, bowed his head to observe carefully, then slowly put the body on his back, step by step walking out of the house door.

  Fang Yuan saw it clearly, Zeng Yingjie's corpse was actually moving! Yes, no mistake, Zeng Yingjie's head really shook, as if issuing some kind of warning. His eyes were always open, the blood vessels in his eyeballs became more and more dense, and the black dots in the whites of his eyes became more and more numerous.

  Not just her, but everyone except Wan Liao Haiwai saw it!

  The purple butterfly tightly pursed her lips, her face pale, and her body leaned softly against Chen Feng. Autumn water opened its mouth, but no sound came out, two eyes blackened, and it collapsed softly.

  Fang Yuan tightly hugged Qiu Shui, her big eyes wide open, staring intently at Zeng Yingjie on Wan Liao Hai's back.

  Wan Liao Hai sensed something was amiss and stopped in his tracks, asking: "What happened?"

  Fang Yuan took a deep breath and said: "Zeng Yingjie, it seemed like you were shaking your head just now."

  "Oh." Wan Liao Hai put down Zeng Ying Jie's body and looked at it with his head tilted.

  Zeng Yingjie's body began to soften, emitting a foul odor. Strangely, the eyes that were once filled with fear now seemed somewhat 'dazed', as if they were full of questions about some mysterious thing.

  Wan Liao Hai kicked Zeng Ying Jie's corpse with his foot, but didn't find anything unusual. He sighed: "This kid was always causing trouble when he was alive, and now that he's dead, he still won't let people rest in peace."

  Before the words had fallen, Zeng Yingjie's corpse actually got up. "He" crawled very slowly, with both hands propping up the ground, and his knee joints seemed stiff, unable to bend at all. "He" tried several times, but in the end still couldn't get his knees to straighten up, so he simply knelt on the ground, slowly raising his head, his eyes looking even more dazed.

  His throat made a "hmm" sound as air flowed through it, seemingly wanting to say something but unable to get the words out.

  Wan Liao Hai, Fang Yuan, Chen Feng and Zi Die stared at Zeng Ying Jie's corpse with wide eyes, their faces as white as paper, holding their breath, extremely terrified.

  Time drips away bit by bit, every second feels like an eternity.

  It was just a few seconds. Zeng Yingjie knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the distant sky, stretching out his hand to grab something, but ultimately falling down powerlessly, head first.

  A dull thud of a head hitting the ground.

  This time, "he" didn't move again.

  It was ages before Wan Liao Hai finally broke the suffocating silence.

  "We still have six days to stay on the island, so Zeng Yingjie's body must be handled properly. Otherwise, it is easy to trigger evil diseases." Wan Liao Hai put Zeng Yingjie's body on his back again and quickened his pace, almost running all the way to the lake.

  The soil by the lake was relatively soft, and Wan Liao Hai picked up the broken iron shovel that Zhou Guangming had found, and dug fiercely.

  In fact, only he was doing this job. Qiushui fainted, Fangyuan and Zicheng were of no help, Chenfeng and Zhou Guangming were also hopeless, these two so-called boys were even staggering when walking.

  After burying Zeng Yingjie's body, Wan Liao Hai took off his blood-stained outer garment and went for a swim in the sea. He returned to the crowd with his upper body wet and dripping.

  "What's going on?" Zhou Guangming asked timidly.

  "I don't know. Maybe Zeng Yingjie had some underlying illness that suddenly flared up last night." Wan Liao Hai's voice was particularly hushed, "I've heard that many people who like to practice martial arts tend to suffer from injuries and generally have short lifespans. For example, the average lifespan of a Muay Thai boxer is only over 30 years old. So, what's Taekwondo, Muay Thai, Karate... they can't compare to the long history and heritage of Chinese martial arts."

  For now, this explanation is the most reasonable one. It can't be said that Zeng Yingjie was really killed by some so-called evil spirit.

  "But what about the blood characters in his room? How can that be explained?" Chen Feng looked at Fang Yuan with a puzzled expression, "You seem to know that nursery rhyme."

  Fang Wan sighed: "I just heard it from Uncle Quan too."

  "Quan Shu?" Chen Feng furrowed his brow, "How did he know this nursery rhyme? And earlier, Zeng Yingjie...

  "That's just a fake resurrection. There are many definitions of modern death, the most common being the cessation of breathing and cardiac arrest for an extended period. However, in reality, at this time, the person's brain and nervous system have not yet died. Under certain external stimuli, people who have stopped breathing and whose hearts have stopped beating may still recover, but this recovery is only a brief resurgence of bodily functions, what our ancestors called 'the last gasp'. Only after this last gasp has been exhaled does the person truly die." After all, Wan Liao Hai's explanation of fake resurrection was quite apt, given his background in martial arts.

  "Everyone should be extra careful when sleeping at night, and lock the doors and windows tightly. If anything goes wrong, call for help immediately. I'll come out to help you all in no time, so don't worry." Wan Liao Hai raised his giant axe again, lifted his head, and his eyes swept across Fang Yuan, Zi Tie, Chen Feng, and Zhou Guangming one by one, before suddenly grinning savagely.

  His smile was not lovable at all, and could even be said to be ugly. But no one denied that his smile hid a primitive beastly nature and fighting spirit.

  Whether it's an evil spirit or something else, he won't be intimidated and even less will he evade. Meeting difficulties head-on and persevering through setbacks has always been his principle in dealing with things.

  But this time, can he still be as calm and safe as before?