The adventures of more than four years, the long period of exhaustion, were always thrilling, but only this time was the kind of panic that I could foresee death coming to me, thirty steps, twenty steps, and those torches just like that through the woods, four torches, four people.

Their steps are very vigorous, their flexibility seems to be different from ordinary people, we walk with steps, but they are jumping from time to time, swaying from side to side.

I rode on the tree, more than three meters above the ground, and watched them get closer and closer, while I still rode in the tree, my legs hanging down from the trunk, and the pirates would see me as a foreigner if they walked up to the tree.

It wasn't until they came within ten paces of me, in the light of the torches, that I could see them clearly.

Oh my God, what kind of pirates are here!

Although he was holding four torches, the torches reflected six people.

To my amazement, the four men holding the torches were all naked, their muscles showed extremely strong lines in the light of the fire, and they were carrying very primitive wooden sticks in their hands, and I saw a man who seemed to be carrying a bow and arrow behind his back, and he had a slender feather on the top of his head that he couldn't see clearly, and he was shouting something behind him from time to time, the language I didn't understand, but I was sure that it was by no means any dialect in our country, nor was it the language of the country I was familiar with, or rather, it was more like a native language.

Brother Feather was carrying a rope in his hand, and from time to time he would shake it and make a snapping sound, as if to warn, and the other end of the rope was tied to the front and back two people, both of whom were unkempt and naked, swaying and following behind, like the captives of the four people.

When they walked under my tree, I held my breath, and the pounding of my heartbeat in my chest was like a war drum, and I was terrified that the sound of my heartbeat would disturb them.

The outfits of these people reminded me of the wild men of the African tribes, except that their complexion was not the same, and although the light of the torches was very dim, I could see that they were just as yellow as I was, and even slightly whiter than us yellow people.

And the appearance is also very accurate with the high cheekbones of the yellow race, which is not at all the hard-working strength of the African indigenous brothers.

Damn, where did this come from? Do we still have such uncivilized indigenous tribes in Asia?

A bunch of question marks poured into my heart after they were gone, and it hurt my brain to think about it.

A bolt of lightning streaked across the sky in the distance, instantly lighting up the night sky, thank God, you hid the moon and let me avoid their sight.

But God is fair, and if you give me kindness, you will definitely add some hatred. With a few thunder sounds, the bean-sized raindrops fell to the ground, and the leaves above my head crackled, and I didn't dare to close my eyes this night.

Until dawn I wondered whether I should run back to the ship and stay away from this place, which was obviously not frequented by civilized nations, or rather, I could conclude that it must be an island and not within the continental shelf, and that, with the present state of technology, such a barbarian nation would never be allowed to exist within the continental shelf of Asia.

After all, I still didn't get back to the ship, and I knew that maybe I would have a chance to live here, but if I got back on the ship, whether or not I managed to get out of the shoreline, I wouldn't have survived for seven days just because of the supplies, but who could guarantee that I would find another piece of land in seven days?

At this time, the heavy rain in the forest was still falling, and the mud and pebbles on the ground mixed together to form a kind of natural acupressure board, and my shoes had fallen into the sea a few days earlier, and I felt very sore and dead on the ground.

The gun was still wrapped in plastic sheeting, and the hand had cut a hole in the trigger, and just like that, it walked vigilantly inland.

I didn't dare to go to that woodland again, even though the forest was a natural protection for me, but since the natives passed through that jungle yesterday, it was probably their daily walking route, which was too risky for me.

I've also wondered if I can get in touch with them first, maybe they can get along peacefully without any ill will toward each other, but when I think about it, it's very unlikely. My friends, who had sticks and bows and arrows in their hands, would not have welcomed me as an "alien species" in a peaceful way, and I could not have taken such a risk by planting me alive in the soil as flower fertilizer.

Simply, after bypassing a shrub, about a few hundred meters from the coast is a denser banyan forest, the trees are taller and wider, the roots and roots are very developed, and even the rhizomes of several banyan trees are intertwined with each other, apparently after thousands of years of development.

The soil under my feet and the thick layer of fallen leaves are mixed together to form a natural fertilizer, which makes my feet a lot more comfortable, but the sharp blades still make a lot of cuts on my feet, and the pain is endless, and what makes me hate it even more is that when I step on the puddle, I find that there are leeches in the puddle here, I have never seen this kind of soft and slippery and greasy thing, disgusting to the extreme, I simply found it early, it has not yet made the broken mouth into my body, otherwise I will feel like I was defiled by him!

Walking more than 100 meters, the forest in front seems to be artificially cut down, abruptly vacant a large piece, 100 meters square, this clearing is full of some low grass, very lush, just watered by the heavy rain was overwhelmed by a large piece, like a layer of green carpet, neatly spread in this field, in the surrounding shrubs and tall trees against the background of people look particularly comfortable, like a natural garden.

Suddenly, my gaze stopped, and I found that in the middle of the meadow, a pile of white flowers was bare on the green grass, I did not dare to get too close, this bare clearing was too easy to reveal my whereabouts, but even with a few steps forward, I could see the white thing clearly, as if it were a pile of abrupt human bones, staying there in a strange posture.

I shuddered all over my body, the bones of those people were very intact and entangled with each other, but the bones of my hands were covered with my face, and the death was chilling.

I wanted to slowly exit the grass and return to the forest, which was not a few steps, and I was sure that I would never be noticed if I was lying here in this lying position, but when I stepped back with my arms on the grass, a turf in front of me collapsed with a pop, showing a small pit of about ten centimeters, and then, more and more collapsed, and there were thick layers of soil and sand on the turf around me, if there was no rain from the sky, this soil and sand would definitely choke me into tuberculosis.

I'm stupefied by this scene, this is the secret technique of the natives?

I immediately dismissed this view myself, for I realized that the situation I was facing was far more complicated than that of a native secretary.

There were more and more white ants crawling out of those collapsed pits, each one as long as a fingernail, and I could even clearly see the pair of big clips on the ant's head when I was lying on the grass!

Oh my god, under this beautiful meadow, there are all pits and valleys full of termite nests!

This made my scalp explode, and I could even feel the tips of my hair tingling! I didn't care if I missed any whereabouts, so I stood up and tried to step back along the footprints I had come, and thankfully, I didn't collapse the nest of any ant god because I used too much force, so I jumped back into the forest with a dozen termites on my chest.

The was so hard to get rid of it, and a pair of clamps bit into the flesh, forcing me to roll in the mud a few times before I could get rid of them, but luckily, there were no leeches in the mud.

It's an evil island!

This is my first impression of this island, compared to my desert island, this place is definitely inhabited by demons, I can even imagine that these ants may be specially fed by those natives, and those white bones may be they forced into this meadow to worship the ant god in their hearts, no wonder their hand bones are greeting their faces, it turns out to be ...... Hey, I'm not going to think about that scene anymore, it's horrible.

The skin on my chest is hot and painful, which makes me upset, I used to listen to the veterans of the army in the military region to talk about the ants in the northwest station, sometimes looking for a post on the grassland, stepping into the ant nest and then pulling it out, only the bloody bones remain, even the leather boots can not be left, I heard that the big ants there are all black, red, black and red, causing the soldiers there to go out to patrol like avoiding these ant nests like avoiding minefields, and they are afraid like ghosts.

I climbed back up the tree, and watched for a while with my gun in hand, to make sure that the busy work just now did not disturb the group of natives who did not know what kind of race, I first defined them as natives, but I did not know that they only ate food and rabbits like me...... Or eat everything.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, pouring puffs of light white smoke in the forest, and the dense high forest was suppressed by the heavy rain like a swamp, devouring any creature in the forest at any time, and even, since I came to this island, I have not heard a single bird cry except seagulls, which makes me miss my beautiful, rich, and unforgettable desert island.

However, this time I may not be able to return there for the rest of my life, just as I may never be able to regret my hometown.

While I was thinking, a figure, slowly, slowly, moved from under the tree beside me to me, and in the hand of that shadow was holding a javelin of the kind I had seen at sea!