Chapter 108

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  When they got up in the morning, all four of them looked tired.

  The night on the small island was exceptionally cold, and the four of them were all preoccupied with their own thoughts, nervous and anxious, unable to sleep.

  It seems that sleeping on the beach is not a solution. Even Iron Man can't take it after three consecutive nights of poor sleep.

  The adventure has been put on hold indefinitely, and now everyone just wants to get through the remaining three days safely. In four days, Uncle Quan will come to pick them up in a yacht and escape this sad deserted island.

  What's even more frightening is that under Fang Yuan's repeated questioning, Chen Feng finally revealed the real reason why his father's friend stopped operating Haishen Island - it wasn't because they didn't have time to operate it, nor was it because the business prospects were bad. It was because all the workers had run away.

  The workers said that the island was inhabited by evil spirits, and at midnight, they could hear the wailing of the evil spirits, faintly, as if a widow who had lost her husband, crying extremely miserably. Moreover, during construction, five or six human skeletons were continuously dug up, followed by two workers mysteriously disappearing without a trace. Then, on the walls of the temporary houses built by the workers, blood-red characters suddenly appeared: "The fragrance of blood/Awakening the sleeping evil spirits/Breaking through the shackles of time and space/Evil burning in the darkness."

  "Why didn't you say so earlier?" Wan Liao Hai's face turned iron-green, and he clenched his fists. If it weren't for Fang Yuan and Zi Die's gentle persuasion by his side, his fist would have heavily smashed onto Chen Feng's delicate face.

  "How did I know he was telling the truth!" Chen Feng almost cried, "I thought at the time that he was stingy and didn't want to lend us his house, it took a lot of effort to get it from him."

  "Now is not the time to assign blame. What's important is how we guard against these so-called evil spirits and safely get through these three days." Fang Yuan pointed out the urgent problem that everyone needed to solve at present. Perhaps, she had experienced too many life-and-death separations and was somewhat numb to death.

  "Wan Liao Hai came up with an idea: 'Let's just sleep in the house instead. I've checked, and although there are only single beds inside, we can still squeeze in. Chen Feng and I will sleep in one room, Zi Die and Fang Yuan will sleep in another, and we'll keep an eye on each other. As long as we lock the door from the inside, even if the killer has a key, they won't be able to get in. If there's an emergency, just call for help and we'll rush over to assist you immediately.'"

  The purple butterfly nodded in agreement, she never wanted to sleep on the beach again. After just one night's sleep, her skin had many small red bumps, and she didn't know if it was bitten by poisonous insects or allergic infection.

  For a whole day, the four of them were together in concentrated activity, even taking their noon nap in shifts to keep watch on each other.

  Everything is normal.

  At night, as planned, the four of them split into two groups. Wan Liao Hai and Chen Feng repeatedly checked the houses of Zi Die and Fang Yuan, as well as their surroundings, confirming there was no danger before accompanying them for a long time.

  Despite this, Zitian was still a bit afraid and pulled Fangyuan to go chat with Wan Liao Hai and Chen Feng at their house. To kill time, Zitian even specially made a fruit salad for everyone to eat.

  Near midnight, Wan Liao Hai returned to the bedroom to sleep. Fang Yuan yawned and thought about going back, while Zi Die was still whispering with Chen Fen in the corner of the living room. Under Fang Yuan's repeated urging, Zi Die finally slowly got up and went back.

  Chen Feng called out Wan Liao Hai to send Zi Die and Fang Yuan back together, but unexpectedly Wan Liao Hai started snoring. After great difficulty, they finally woke up Wan Liao Hai and sent the two girls back together. Along the way, Wan Liao Hai was silent and few words, his footsteps were floating, and his spirit was dizzy, it seemed that he still had a strong sleepiness.

  After returning to their own house, Zitian and Fangyuan yawned, but neither of them wanted to sleep.

  Perhaps the recent death incident stimulated them and they couldn't put their minds at ease.

  The two of them chatted idly, sometimes with something to say and sometimes not. Fortunately, Zitian and Fangyuan had very broad interests, from film and television to literature, fashion to makeup, they had a common language.

  Time quietly slipped away, and the night wind outside the house howled incessantly, as if it were the crying voice of a wronged child.

  At dawn, both of their sleepiness surged out, and they stopped chatting. With the candle lit, they dozed off with half-closed eyes.

  The slightest movement can startle them. The breaking of a twig, the cry of a seagull, even someone else's slight movement. Although they don't say it out loud, in their hearts, they are always on guard.

  So it was, sleeping and waking, repeatedly tossing about, finally struggling until dawn.

  The milky dawn seeped into the house through the mottled window frames, Zi Die rubbed her slightly swollen eyes, lazily opened the door, and took a deep breath of the fresh air on the small island.

  She ran over and knocked on Chen Feng and Wan Lihai's door: "It's daylight, get up quickly!"

  After knocking for a long time, the door finally opened. Chen Feng, who was rubbing his sleepy eyes, said: "Zi Die, why are you awake so early?"

  "Lazy pig, get up! Sleeping so dead, if something really happens, can we still count on you?" Zitian walked past Chen Feng and into the house, "Wan Liao Hai, is he still sleeping? I'll go wake him up!"

  "Ah!" Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, "Wait..."

  But before he could finish speaking, Zitian had already run into the bedroom.

  Chen Feng shook his head and stood at the door, seemingly pondering something.

  Then, the house began to echo with Zi Die's earth-shattering screams.

  Dazed Fang Yuan was suddenly awakened by Zi Die's sharp cry and rushed over quickly.

  Chen Feng seemed to have not reacted yet, still standing at the door in a daze.

  Fang Wan ignored him and rushed into the bedroom, where she saw Zi Die shivering uncontrollably as if she had been placed in the midst of a cold winter.

  Wan Liao Hai lay on the bed, still in a sleeping position, but his face was grayish black, turned towards the door, soft and fluffy, without any vitality, his pupils were dull and lifeless, with dense black spots visible on the whites of his eyes, clearly already dead.

  "Just now... I called him, he didn't respond... so I pinched his ear, and as a result..." Zi Die sobbed uncontrollably.

  Fang Wan slowly walked forward and observed, seeing a sharp military dagger inserted into the heart of Wan Liao Hai.

  The owner of this military dagger is Zeng Yingjie, who has long been dead. How can it appear here?

  Chen Feng quietly walked over.

  "The purple butterfly screamed again: 'Don't come over!'"

  Chen Feng saw the scene in the bedroom, seemingly also quite surprised, scratched his head, and his body unintentionally blocked the door of the bedroom.

  "Butterfly" couldn't believe it and asked: "Why? Why did you want to kill them!"

  "What are you talking about! It's none of my business!"

  "Butt Butterfly's Crazy Laugh: 'None of your business? Yesterday, there were only you and Wan Liao Hai in this house. And with Wan Liao Hai's skills, it's impossible that he didn't resist at all before being killed. There is only one reason, the person who killed him was someone by his side.'"

  Chen Feng's expression was strange, and he muttered to himself: "Could it be that I really killed him?"

  "Fang Yu's eyes gleamed with insight: 'You're saying that you can't be certain whether or not it was you who killed? Could it be that you have somnambulism, or are a split personality patient?'"

  Chen Feng looked at Fang Yuan with a surprised gaze: "You're really clever."

  "My goodness!" Zi Die exclaimed, seemingly unable to stand steadily, leaning against the wall, and suddenly picked up a wooden stick, striking Chen Feng on the head.

  Chen Feng was suddenly attacked, his body swayed, and he stumbled, opening up a path.

  "Zi Die grabbed Fang Yuan's hand: 'What are you still dazing about? Hurry up and run!'"

  The two of them quickly ran out of the bedroom, through the house, and towards the desolate mountain forest as soon as Chen Feng's body lost its balance.