The evil god did not respond to Pearson,

The desperate father saw that his child was about to be swept away by the darkness,

The feeling of being unable to do anything about his heart was even more painful than the wound in his lower abdomen.

The blood could not stop flowing, dripping down the altar, forming a mysterious pattern.

Pearson's flesh was stripped from him and clinging to the bone tower.

From the flesh and blood of a man, wriggling, self-proliferating, covering the entire bone tower.

The fresh flesh and blood temporarily liberated the tormented souls in the tower of bones,

They are painful, they are weak, but they hate the darkness!

Pearson's last will fused with the soul of the bone tower, and there was no more Pearson in the future.

Pearson left his last will, which was to defeat the monster in the darkness and save the child!

The bone tower twisted into a spear and stabbed at the dark green tongue, which let go of Mills in pain.

Mills fell from the air to the ground, unresponsive for a long time.

At this time, the bone tower and the long tongue are in a battle.

No, it would be more appropriate to call the Tower of Bone the Tower of Flesh and Blood now.

The flesh on the tower split into sharp teeth and bit at the monster in the darkness,

Although this dark fog can do a lot of damage to the flesh that clings to the bone tower,

But the will in flesh and blood is tougher.

It's a monster-to-monster battle,

It has gone beyond what is incomprehensible to ordinary humans, and science is no longer able to explain such existence.

The monster in the darkness was bitten off by the fleshy jaws that extended from the bone tower, and its figure emerged from the black mist.

The torn claw was covered with fish scales,

There is also a frog-like fleshy membrane structure in the claws, and a grouper-like backspine grows at the joints.

With a fishy smell of the sea, pale cyan blood flowed from the broken claws, rotting the masonry of the ground.

The monster had a head that resembled a fish's head, covered in scales, and had some green algae hanging from it;

It was tall and hateful-looking, with astonishingly wide lips and sharp, messy shark teeth in addition to webbed limbs.

The protruding eyes are not blocked by the eyelids, and the eyes appear dull but extremely vicious.

It struck the middle of the bone tower with a good claw,

Although the bone tower adjusted a large amount of flesh to block the sharp claw strike, the impact was still not completely blocked.

Click.

The bone tower broke off in the middle, and the flesh and blood lost their attachment to the carrier and fell from the tower one after another, like a scene of cherry blossoms scattered.

Before the pieces of flesh hit the ground, they turned into blood-colored smoke and drifted into the air.

The strong suction behind the stele once again sucked in all the escaped souls.

I don't know if the next batch of people who come to this desert island will end up with the same ending.

The fish-headed monster picked up the fallen claw and took it back to its original position,

The fascia between the flesh and blood grew automatically, followed by skin and scales, and in a moment the monster had regained its original form.

It emitted a high-pitched sound, as if mocking the bone tower, and then retreated into the darkness.

The broken bone tower has lost the power to repair it, and the core soul that manipulates the bone tower has been sealed again.

The towering bone tower broke into two pieces and shattered into gray bone meal.

There were traces of life on this desert island,

Latecomers may only be able to find proof of their existence in the ruins of the villages.

Pain, pain, pain!

The sharp pain woke Mills, whose back was scratched by a barb on his tongue, from unconsciousness,

There was a feeling of a large piece of fire on the back,

Every small movement requires the peristalsis of the muscles, making Mills even more painful.

At the same time, it also accelerates the flow of blood from the body.

Although it is not known whether those barbs are poisonous or not, hemostasis and debridement are the only major things that need to be done at present.

Otherwise the lives of the crew and the sacrifice of the father would be worthless.

Only by surviving can we have the opportunity to tell the world about all this on the desert island.

The sun is white, and the sun warmly illuminates every inch of the earth,

Mills struggled to get up from the ground and glanced back at the altar,

That's where my father finally sacrificed his soul and flesh to the statue of the evil god in an attempt to save himself.

Overnight, Mills faded away from those childish thoughts, and only by growing up could he face all the next hardships alone.

Mills staggered toward the lifeboat, the thorns on the way cutting through his trousers and tearing his shirt.

But the pain and the wound on the back are like mud.

The campfire on the shore was still burning, and Mills bit his clothes and sprinkled disinfectant on his back,

At the moment when the drug came into contact with those bloody wounds, Mills clenched the simple crumpled lump of clothes in his mouth,

Tears flowed from the pain, but the bleeding did not stop.

He was the only one left alive on the island,

Mills clearly understands this,

The fleeing crew and the fainting crew all went into the belly of the fish-headed monster,

Including the first mate who has a deep understanding of ancient literature.

The knowledge of the first mate of this desert island expedition did not come in handy,

On the contrary, it was the experience of Captain Pearson that analyzed part of the truth.

Mills knew that he couldn't suture the wound on his back alone, and at this moment he could only take extreme measures to save himself.

He looked firmly at the bonfire that had not yet been extinguished, and resolutely pressed it down with his back;

Massive burns and bleeding profusely died, and it was clear that Mills chose to burn without hesitation.

The heat of the flame mercilessly burns the skin and muscles on the back,

Tiny bits of sand also embed the flames into the wound, causing deeper pain.

"Oh my God, my meat actually smells pretty good...

Mills comforted himself so much,

He left the scorching of the flame, and poured the sailors' liquor on his back and sterilized it again.

By this time Mills was exhausted, and when he had done it all, he fell face down on the sand.

A few days later,

Wrapped in poorly bandaged gauze, Mills walked alone through the dense forest, slowly walking in the direction of the altar.

Looking afar at the terrible altar,

Statues of evil, and great sigils,

Without saying a word, Mills fell to his knees on one knee and saluted with the aristocratic etiquette taught by his father.

This is not to the merciless god, but to the father who laid down his life for himself.

My father once told Mills when he came across the bones of other archaeologists and adventurers in the course of archaeology,

"The deceased is gone, and people should always remember the contributions of those who came before them;

What the forerunners left behind was hope, fire, and experience.

The people of the world may think that they are only the forerunners of ignorance,

But in fact they are heroes with great wisdom,

First of all, the mystery was unveiled, and future generations were given time and opportunities to do something meaningful.

We should pay tribute and remember them with supreme etiquette. ”