"No"

With a loud roar, Yi Han woke up, only to find that he was not in the Tianyan Secret Realm, but sitting in a car. It still felt sticky on his forehead, and he touched it with his hand, and it was blood.

He saw in the rearview mirror of the car that there was a cut on his forehead, almost an inch, but now the blood from the wound had coagulated and was not bleeding.

What's going on? He was a little confused, and he didn't figure out the situation for a while. Aren't you in a secret realm? How did it suddenly appear in a car? Could it be that I have crossed back again?

"Smack!"

He slapped himself hard, with all his strength, and his brain buzzed with a slap. He was finally sure it wasn't a dream. I'm really not in the secret realm anymore.

It took him about five minutes to finally remember what had happened. Little by little, the lost memories were recovered.

He is a courier driver who pulls goods for courier companies. There are a lot of goods during Double 11, and he usually only needs to deliver one trip, but now he has to work overtime to deliver two.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, he was driving on the road with the second cargo, perhaps too tired, and suddenly he was in a trance, and the car lost control and rushed off the road, and then he lost consciousness.

Remembering what had happened to him, he finally realized that some of the things he had just remembered were not his memories, but a dream in a coma.

What is Luoyu Island, Tianyan Secret Realm, and the owner of the island...... And so on and all the memories were just a dream of his.

He didn't know why he had such a dream, maybe he had just read a book of Xiuzhen before the accident.

The route of his long-distance run was very dangerous, and the road was lined with cliffs on both sides, and he thought that he would die in Huangquan, but now it seems that he was only slightly injured, which is really lucky.

He opened the car door and walked out, trying to determine his location so that he could call for help. But the moment he stepped out of the car door, he was dumbfounded.

His location was not a valley under the road at all, but a sandy beach. Why he was so sure was because he saw the sea and the seagull-like birds.

“fuck！ What's going on? ”

He hurriedly took out his mobile phone, but found that the phone did not have a single signal, and it was in vain to call for help or determine the location.

Squatting down with his head in his hands, he felt a burst of panic in his heart.

The memory just now was a dream. But he was sure it wasn't a dream. He literally ran from the winding mountain road to a seashore.

He didn't know if he had crossed over. I don't know which part of the earth this beach belongs to, or if it's a place in another world.

Endless panic struck him, and he felt a wave of suffocation. His brain began to feel dizzy again, and he struggled to calm himself down. Think about countermeasures.

The only thing he knew for sure now was that it wasn't a familiar place for him, because it was the first time he had seen the sea, and in such a bizarre way.

His city is landlocked, a few hundred kilometers from the nearest beach. If he was on a nearby beach, then he could find a way to go back.

He is afraid that he is no longer in the country, because the mobile phone without a signal makes him have a bad premonition, and there are almost no places in the country that cannot be covered.

As for the other world, he didn't dare to think about it. The scene in the dream still lingers, and if it was another world, he really didn't know what would be waiting for him.

He checked his cargo, and although the damage was not serious, it could no longer be opened. I want to ask for help or get to a populated place and think of another way.

He decided that he had to find out where he was first. After knowing the surrounding situation, you can also have corresponding countermeasures when you call for help.

He took out a wallpaper knife from the car and held it in his hand. The knife is very small, and it is usually used when packing couriers. But it's very sharp, and it's more or less a weapon, which can give you courage.

He was now on the edge of the beach, two or three hundred meters from the sea, and at a glance he could see a small island looming in the distance.

In the direction of the beach is a small hill, not high, about 100 meters. The hill is full of unknown trees that stretch from the hill to the junction with the beach. His car crashed into a tree at the junction.

"Maybe after climbing this hill, you can see where you are." Yi Han thought in his heart.

As soon as he said he would do it, he walked up the hill. However, as the saying goes, Good Hope Mountain runs a dead horse, and it feels like the place that is not far away is actually much farther than he visually detected.

From walking to the bottom of the mountain to reaching the top of the mountain, it took him half a day. He woke up from his coma early in the morning, and it was nearly noon.

Although the mountain is not high, the scenery from the top of the mountain is good. But now Yi Han doesn't have any mood to appreciate the scenery, only frustration and despair in his heart.

He had just reached the top of the mountain, and he had already determined his situation. He was indeed on an island.

"Island? How could it be an island? Yi Han couldn't stop muttering to himself.

Suddenly appearing on an island from a mountain, why did such a bizarre thing happen to me?

Many escape plans in my heart were useless at this moment. The devil knows where the island is located and if there are any ships passing by. Can you be saved?

Yi Han walked down the mountain in despair, and the whole person was like a walking corpse.

When he walked to the car and looked at the goods in front of him, he had a little hope in his heart.

"I can't die. I want to live. Like Robinson, there is only hope if you live. And the goods in front of me are my hope. ”

He encouraged himself in his heart and gave himself the courage to survive.

Compared to other protagonists who are stranded on desert islands, he is indeed much luckier than other people who are stranded on desert islands. Because he has a car.

He is a freight driver, and his car is full of all kinds of couriers, large and small, more than 1,000 pieces. And although the car is broken, it is still a natural shelter from the wind and rain. This kind of thing adds up to a lot luckier than the others. In this case, what else is there to be frustrated and complain about?

However, according to his past experience, most of the couriers are purchased by some women, and there are not too many useful things. But even if it was only one percent of useful things, it would be enough for him to cope with the first few days.

This is not a desert island, there is definitely something edible on the island, and some food can be picked up by the sea. With the supplies on the car, he felt that he should be able to survive on the island as long as he survived the first few days. If you're lucky, you'll survive to be rescued.

There will definitely be something useful for more than a thousand pieces of goods, and he is not worried about this. Now it's up to you to determine how many there are. I pulled out the only half-left cigarette from my trouser pocket, took a few puffs, and calmed down. Then open the box and prepare to dismantle the express.