I picked it up and lifted it, the blade was aimed at myself, I couldn't see anything, but I wasn't afraid at all, my hand slowly fell, I felt something sharp against my heart, as long as I went a little further, there was no pain.

I slammed the spirit, suddenly raised my hand and threw the short sword out, the short sword fell to the ground with a crisp "ding" sound, I raised my hand to cover my face, I felt a warm liquid flowing out of my eyes, what the hell am I doing, so many dangers have not scared me away, and I want to die myself.

If you want to die, it's good to die early, why bother to choose this kind of place to commit suicide, and toss for nearly a year, so many hard training have been persevered, and the result is to seek death here?

I feel stupid, my heart is not so blocked, I think about the purpose of coming here, I am one of the three indispensable people, if I die, everyone's efforts will be in vain, I can't be so selfish, they saved me so many times along the way, if it weren't for them, I would have been squeezed to death when that rock was stitched together, where would it be my turn to be now.

It's the same this time, since God doesn't let me fall to death, it is giving me a way to live, what reason do I have not to cherish, even if I am really blind, I can't get better for a lifetime, then there is nothing to be afraid of, everyone is born to die, it is okay to die, and it is not okay to die in aggrieved.

My belief was a lot stronger, since I didn't want to die, I had to live well, I touched the medicine bag, took it out, it was very complete, but I couldn't see, I didn't know what those medicine bottles were for.

I opened them one by one, leaned to the tip of my nose and smelled them, I couldn't tell all the pills in them, but the potions and ointments were still roughly certain, I had to deal with the wound on my forehead first, the wound was full of semi-coagulated blood, it was painful and itchy, I couldn't even feel where the wound was, I needed clean water, I had to rinse the wound first.

The amount of alcohol is not enough to support it, and the seawater can also be disinfected, but the seawater here is not, I gritted my teeth, unscrewed a bottle of drinking water with a complete package, soaked the disinfectant cotton, and raised my hand to press it to the scalp.

I felt the solidified jelly-like mass, about the size of a fist, I was sure it wasn't*, and I flicked it a few times, and it fell off the belt, and the wound was so cold that I felt fresh blood coming out again.

I changed to a piece of dry cotton, this wound was not small, but the bone was not opened, I was a little relieved, only felt that the wound was like frosted glass, the skin and flesh were curled up, revealing hard bones, the bones were full of bruises and scratches, even if I couldn't see it, I could imagine how miserable it was.

A layer of scalp was worn off completely, no wonder there was so much blood, my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't even hold the cotton, and when I shuddered, it fell off, and I didn't know where it went, so I picked up a new one, dipped it in some alcohol, and leaned towards the wound.

The pain stimulated me all over my body, my wrist couldn't use any strength at all, I pinched the tweezers and dipped the edge of the wound with cotton, and the smell of alcohol and blood mixed together, as if I was back in the hospital.

Disinfection is a must, I threw away the piece in my hand, and picked up another ball, the new alcohol brought new stimulation, I felt like my teeth were about to be crushed, and my head was full of "buzzing" sounds, which simply detoxified the whole wound.

It was like dying again, I was sweating all over, sticky and chilly in my wetsuit, I couldn't hold the tweezers anymore, my fingers were loosened in mid-air, and the tweezers fell back into the medicine bag with a "snap".

As long as the poison is eliminated, it is not so painful, the wound is cold like an ice cube, I quickly took out the hemostatic ointment and smeared it, finally there is no more blood flowing down, I am always very tired of raising my hands, my bandages are messy, I can hold on, it doesn't matter if it looks good or not.

I lowered my hand, I only felt dizzy from exhaustion, I sat and rested for a while, I began to undress, I couldn't detect any injuries on my body in the wetsuit, I was always stuffy and sure to get infected.

The chest was really full of blood, and I could only feel it when I took off the wetsuit, the blood had been bonded to the clothing, and it hurt me to sweat when I pulled it slightly, and I had already been washed with sweat, and my whole body was wet.

It was really uncomfortable to take a bath without water, even if I had just scrubbed the wound, I didn't waste much, I regret it now, I knew that I had taken a few bottles of water from the dead man's bag in the first place, and I don't know what was awkward at the time.

Sure enough, it's this time and that, it's too late to think about anything now, I can only save as much as possible, my chest hurts to death, I gritted my teeth, quickly pulled the wetsuit, only to feel that the chest was hot and no sense.

I inhaled desperately, almost didn't scream, the numbness was followed by overwhelming pain, even if I couldn't see, I could feel the blur of flesh and blood in front of me, the wound that had already congealed was torn open by me, and fresh blood flowed down again.

I exhaled several long breaths, dealing with it like a wound on my forehead, this wound was too big, almost connected in front of me, there was a soft touch of minced flesh everywhere, the cotton was beating unconsciously when I touched it, as if it had been cut open a flower, this wound could not be stitched, it could only be wrapped with a bandage, the wound was too big, and it was resigned to fate if it was not infected.

Maybe it was too painful, the nerves were paralyzed, but it was not as unbearable as the forehead, and I really didn't have the strength, so I hastily cleaned up and began to apply the ointment, but fortunately there was a large roll of bandages, and I circled around my body many times before and after, and used up most of it.

Everywhere else there are small injuries, abrasions and bruises are inevitable, I didn't deal with it without a lot of blood, my whole body hurts, and I can't take care of them.

I was so tired that my head was dizzy, and I always wanted to sleep, but I didn't dare, I knew there was danger here, especially now that I couldn't see anything, and the slightest sound would kill me.

I began to get used to the darkness, after all, even if the flashlight was turned on, it didn't turn on much, and the whole journey was spent in the dark, so it was not so difficult to accept, it was more comfortable than not hearing the sound.

As long as I don't encounter monsters, I comforted myself, if they didn't die, they would definitely come to me, I remember that there was water on my left hand, so I took off all my clothes, I touched the cold water, picked up a handful and smelled it, only a faint smell of seawater, it didn't seem to be dirty.

It's still okay to wash it, I picked up the water and washed off the blood clots stuck to my hair, as well as my neck and face, which were full of slimy clotted blood and indescribable minced meat, and the cold water flowed through, taking away those heavy feelings, and I felt that my whole head was a lot lighter.

My hands were also full of blood, not to mention my body, I didn't dare to wash it, for fear of getting the bandage I had just wrapped in, so I simply soaked the whole underwear in the water, soaked it and wiped it, the bandage was a little thick, and the front of me was like a ball of cotton, and it didn't hurt so much.

The wetsuit was full of blood inside and out, and if you touched it, you would get a hand, but you couldn't throw it, and if you wanted to get out, you had to count on it, and I suddenly realized that the two oxygen cylinders were gone, and my heart suddenly tightened.

It was a mess, I can't remember, the oxygen cylinders were on the inside of the backpack, the backpacks all fell off, they should be there, but I don't know where they fell, I hesitated, or I'll look for it later.

I touched the water and moved forward, the water in front of me became deeper, about ten centimeters deep, I threw the wetsuit into it, I could feel it swaying with the current, I didn't expect to wash my clothes in this situation.

I can't see anything, and I don't know if I've washed it or not, but I can't smell the blood on it, and the wetsuit is made of special materials, and the water droplets roll down in strings as soon as I take it out, and it's cool to touch, but it's not wet.

I put it back on, and I started to wash my coat and pants again, and I threw it away, and it was so bloody.

I felt like an island survivor who would never have been able to do that if I had been before, I could do it in total darkness, I put on my laundry and turned my head to rummage through my backpack.

The medicine bag was still outside, I touched those medicine bottles, opened each one and ate two tablets, even if I couldn't tell the use, they were all life-saving medicines, anti-inflammatory and pain-relieving must be inside, and there was no harm in eating them.

Half of the bottle of water was left, I took a few sips and stuffed it back, put away my backpack, the oxygen tank and the short sword that had been thrown out of the air, and I tried my best to stand up straight, only to feel the muscles in my calves twitch.

I didn't dare to bend over, the injuries in my chest and abdomen hurt and dizzy as soon as I moved, so I could only slowly squat down and rub them, they hadn't moved for too long, and my muscles were paralyzed.

I stood up again, and walked in the direction of my memory, I should have thrown the short sword to this side just now, it was really awkward to see, I didn't dare to raise my feet at all, I could only carefully rub the ground forward, and as soon as I took six or seven steps, my toes hit a soft thing, and it shook a little.

I was startled, I shrank my foot suddenly, and listened carefully to the movement in front of me, there was no sound, the soft thing didn't seem to move, I was nervous and scared, I tried to step out again, and kicked it again.

What is it? I was a little dazed, and carefully raised my feet to step up, only to feel the softness under my feet, and a bad feeling welled up in my heart, and I hurriedly squatted down, and what I touched under my hands was not rocks, but fabrics.

It's personal!

My heart was pounding, and I raised my hand and touched his clothes, and soon I felt his neck and face, it was a man, lying on his back, his face was clean, not too wet, and there was no blood, but his skin was very cold and cold, I couldn't tell who it was, I put my finger close to his nose, my finger stayed in the air for a long time, and I didn't notice his breath.