The sea breeze was gusting, but it was a warm breeze, even though it was a sunny day.

When I woke up, my first instinct when I opened my eyes was that it was hot, so hot that my mouth was dry, and my skin felt like it was being burned on a fire, which was breathless.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Huya's face in front of me, I would have forgotten everything that happened before I fell unconscious.

I sat up straight against the inner cabin and rubbed my eyes vigorously, and there was a piercing pain in my palm, obviously the pain caused by my own battered palm wound being opened by my movements, but it also immediately made me sober up a lot.

Huya turned around and took out the jug from the inner compartment, raised her hands above her head and handed them to me, her watery eyes staring at me, and her mouth kept chanting something as if she was praying for blessings.

A whole bunch of questions came to my mind, and I couldn't wait to ask her how we were rescued. What about the ghost? How's the ball? Where is our ship now?

can think of the language barrier, or give up, it is a waste of tongue, she may not understand anything other than the word "ball".

But when my eyes slowly regained their vision, everything naturally had an answer.

The first answer was that Dandan was still alive, and still sitting in the inner cabin rocking his oars as if nothing had happened, and looked back at me from time to time, his eyes full of concern, and if it weren't for the extra few deep scratches on his arms and the strips of clothing wrapped in his palms, I would have wondered if yesterday's strange battle would have been a dream.

And I don't need to ask the second question anymore, the ghostly and demonic Mai woman is still alive, but not very well.

I saw that she was torn from my kind of overalls, and her milky white linen clothes made of bark were crumpled, and her hands and feet were even more separated from the three outer layers of the three layers of covers, and even more, her eyes and mouth were covered by the sleeves of her overalls, and she was now being thrown on the board motionless, silent, but her chest was still evenly undulating, and she was obviously still angry.

I looked at the tiger girl, and then looked at the demon girl, recalling the scene of the moment of life and death yesterday, and now it seems that there was a change at the moment when the demon girl was ready to attack me, and it is very likely that the tiger girl who woke up took advantage of her unpreparedness to take advantage of the black hand, which saved my life.

The facts were not far from my conjecture, because I saw that the tiger girl was grinning, holding a fresh water jar in both hands and making a "smashing" gesture towards the demon girl, indicating that she did just that.

I don't understand why she didn't smash the witch to death on the spot, of course, for me, no life should die because of me, but there is only one exception, then this life threatens my survival, or, this life happens to be at the next level of my food chain, and I need this food, of course, food cannot be "human", this is the law, this is also my faith, my creed.

I struggled to stand up, and walked vigilantly towards the witch, my hand naturally touching the handcuff at my waist, although I knew that it was damp, and there was no gunpowder or buckshot, but as long as it was in my hand, I would be extremely sure.

But when I touched it, my waist was empty, not to mention the handcuffs, even my pants and blouse were gone, no wonder I woke up and felt like a fire, it turned out that in order to tie up the demon girl, the tiger girl actually stripped all the clothes on my body and tore them into those strips of cloth, and she herself was wearing a blouse, looking like nothing happened.

It made me laugh and cry, and for the first time in years I was running naked, and most importantly, I didn't have a spare piece of clothing in my cabin.

He could only hold his vital organs and kick the ball, which was still concentrating on rowing, and motioned him to take off his pants, which he did immediately, and did so as quickly as if he were about to be amnesty, as if the pants were a burden or even a shackle to him, which made him extremely uncomfortable.

I was too embarrassed to ask Tiger for clothes, and even though she tried to take them off for me when she saw me asking for pants, I stopped her. The look of resentment in her face was written on her face, and it was only now that I realized that she did not mean to tear only my clothes, but that she did not dare to tear off her own without my permission, which may also be a faith for her, a commanding belief in survival.

She noticed my touch of the gun, and instead pointed to the place where I had just been sitting, and it turned out that the handcuff was always at my side, but I don't know if it fell on its own or if the tiger girl untied it for me.

But in either case, I had to tell her and Dandan in tone or in my eyes that never touch my things, especially the handcuff in my hand, because in my subconscious, it was a threat to my safety, and maybe she would think that I was defending my majesty and power, and let her go, at least, after I did so, she fell on her knees again and never looked up.

This makes me a little unbearable, after all, Huya has saved me more than twice in the ghost gate, and I am still treating her so harshly?

Gently stroked her hair with his hand, squatted down with a smile, and whispered "I'm sorry" to her, regardless of whether she understood it or not, he stood up again and walked to the demon girl wrapped like a dumpling.

I heard that those who work in the soil and zombies are called "zongzi", looking at the demon girl in front of me, I think this name is very accurate, she is wrapped like a mummy, leaving only two nostrils exposed, a slight relaxation between breathing and breathing.

I have to say that Huya is a very careful woman, or, she also used to follow the way of this demon girl, so she deliberately blindfolded her eyes and mouth, I conclude that she must have some witchcraft, and the trick of witchcraft may be in those royal blue eyes.

It's strange to say, why are these indigenous women so powerful? And obviously he is not bad, but he is so agile and has his own unique skills? On the other hand, Dandan and I are completely a burden to the tiger, well, I am excusable, after all, I have only lived in such an environment for four years, and in the kind of pampered days in China, it is not easy for me to maintain my current physical fitness, yes, compared with the days I spent on the desert island and the hard work I paid, it is pampered, and it is not an exaggeration.

But Dandan is different, he should have lived with these indigenous women since he was a child, but both his mind and ability are a little worse than them, of course, as far as the strength of his hand when he saved me yesterday, he is still stronger than me, but after all, it is limited.

I endured that my mind was no longer expanding, and I looked at the vast sea, the sea was windy, but it was very weak, and the sea slowly gathered together, rolling in a lump like cotton from a distance, but disappeared on the other side of the boat.

The scorching sun above my head was still scorching my shoulders, and I noticed that the tiger girl was also hydrating, but only took a light sip, and the balls were already bursting with skin and red eyes, all of which gave me a very ominous feeling.

How long have I been unconscious? How much fresh water do we have?

At this moment, there were suddenly a few weak muffled snorts behind him, and he hurriedly turned his head to look, only to find: "She, wake up."