For a while, everyone was silent, not knowing what to say, and the enthusiastic eldest sister was also choked.

The goddess still maintains a delicate voice, saying that such a dedicated man is really rare now.

"Your screen name shouldn't be called frustration, it should be called 'dare to laugh at Yang Guo is not infatuated'!"

The suicidal man stared at the goddess and said word by word: "I'm not infatuated, you know? The woman I had been in love with for seven years not only took all my savings, but also cheated me out of the house my parents left me......"

"Do you know what the only thing I regret right now? The only thing I regret is that I didn't kill her with my own hands! ”

When he said this, a cloud of killing intent instantly appeared on the suicidal man's face, dyeing his pair of free eyes red.

The goddess was startled by the suicidal man's words, and instinctively hid behind the flower messenger. The messenger looked at the suicidal man angrily, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The atmosphere solidifies again.

I suddenly realized that this expedition group seemed to be calm on the surface, but in fact, it was like a whirlpool under the sea level, and the tide was already raging.

The man who committed suicide came to seek death, the photo maniac was to unravel the mystery of the disappearance of people on the desert island, and the mermaid was to go to the Mazu Temple on the island to seek peace......

We want to find the whereabouts of the little stinky fart, those five Yanbian people claim to be here to study turtles, what is their real purpose? And the two cultivators, Orange Cat and Maruko, what are they here for?

Although everyone's destination is a desert island in the East China Sea, their goals seem to be different.

The rest of the people seem to have very different personalities and are harmless to humans and animals, but are they really here for tourism and adventure? Nobody knows.

Travel, it seems to get weird. It's like the sea fog that pervades that sea, and it feels confusing.

What secrets are hidden on this deserted island is like a magnet that attracts my curiosity.

The fishing boat continued to the southeast, and for about two hours at sea, the sun began to fade and fell diagonally to the west.

When the sunset is about to say goodbye, when it is dyed with a touch of blood, the dusk sunset jumps up.

Under the poor eyes, above the sky, there are undulating red ripples, like fish scales, like flower clusters, like flying snow, spreading overwhelmingly. They are connected to the ocean at a great distance, they are the burning flames, they are the waves in the sky.

The sunset became redder and redder, as if it was about to die, but the glow burned brighter and brighter, reflecting the boundless sea water into a mysterious glow, as if the entire sea was on fire.

The remnant sun entered the sea angrily, and the red glow leaped into the sky. I only sigh that dusk is near, and there is no trace of Xiandao.

After a long walk, it became dark. Just when the sunset was about to be overwhelmed, the outline of an island finally appeared in front of us.

From a distance, I saw the island appear in the rising night.

Against the backdrop of the evening stars, which had no patience to poke their heads out slightly and glow, it could be seen that its body was huge, like a strange fish, and like a shell.

"There's a desert island ahead, we're coming!"

The boatman at the helm shouted at us.

The crowd was suddenly excited, and they crowded to the bow of the boat and looked out towards the island.

At night, the island is lush and seems to be surrounded by a narrow ridge.

The trees on the mountain are lush and impermeable, and from a distance it looks like a dark color all around, like a dormant beast, and I don't know how many steep mountain roads and strange rocks are craggy.

In the bosom of the ridge, you can clearly see a large area of white sand. They stand out in the already dark waters, creating a strong visual contrast.

The beach is lined with towering palm and coconut palms, which gently sway in the sea breeze and stretch their arms as if to welcome guests.

Behind these palms and coconut trees is a dark house, which is supposed to be the abandoned village introduced in the post.

Compared to the trees, these houses are neatly built but low, without a trace of light, giving people a lifeless feeling, which cannot be seen in the night.

On this deserted island, that is, at both ends of the head and tail of the fish, you can faintly see several small pieces of land exposed to the sea level, which are not large, and should be an island chain that emerges irregularly according to the ebb and flow of the tide. It's like a thick hemp rope that ties the head and tail of the fish.

As soon as he got close to the fishtail, the boatman turned off the fire, saying that the water on the desert island beach was too shallow and prone to hitting the rocks.

The boatman lit the searchlight on the bow of the boat, then took out the food and daily necessities provided by the tour company from the cabin, and directed everyone to carry the water up to the calf.

The sea was cold, and there were gentle shallow waves crashing against my legs, and the frozen people were excited.

The tour company provided mainly two large tents for use in the field, apparently one for each sex.

The rest is some food, mainly compressed biscuits, instant noodles, a large cauldron, a kettle, a water storage tank, and even a few cases of local Putuoshan beer.

The food is very abundant, there are more than a dozen boxes, and thanks to the large number of us, it is not tiring to carry it together.

There are no necessary flint stones and first aid kits, but everyone has them, so it doesn't matter. There are mountain springs on the island, firewood is everywhere, and drinking water and cooking are not a problem.

Seeing that everything was moved, the boatman brought out a bag of messy seafood and stuffed it to us, saying that these were all fresh pike crabs and shrimp in the fish cabin, and they could be directly put into the pot with fresh water and left for us to stew noodles.

He told us that the mountain spring is on the edge of the village, and if you think the environment in the village is not good, you can live on the beach at the edge of the village, where the terrain is high, and unless a typhoon makes landfall, the sea will not rise at all.

After this guy finished explaining, he didn't go to the island with us, but waved goodbye and prepared to return overnight.

"Uncle, will you pick us up in seven days?" Maruko asked.

"That's right! Or me! You ......" he paused, and glanced at the suicidal man as if he was worried: "You guys...... Stay safe ......"

He returned to the ship and lit the fire, and was about to leave, but he ran to the deck, patted his head, and took out the little notebook from his pocket again and began to read it.

"Dear Expedition Tourists, after a long journey, the destination of this expedition has arrived, and we wish you a pleasant adventure......"

He seems to be afraid that we will not be able to hear, and his voice is very loud, and the strange poetry recitation and the ebb and flow of the tide are like some kind of performance art. The people standing on the island from afar couldn't hold back any longer, and they were amused by him one by one.

The photo maniac seized this opportunity and pressed the shutter of the SLR camera in his hand continuously, and captured four or five photos in a blink of an eye. The flickering of the camera's flash made the boatman tremble, click......, click