The big rock rolled down the hillside with a cloud of dust, but it didn't attract a hint of my attention. At this point, my eyes were completely focused on the "prostrate" plot where there should have been a large living person, and I did not forget to pull out the dagger from my waist and carry it in my hand.

That piece of land is a bit special, if it weren't for the afterglow when the boulder was just moved, you wouldn't have found these "little episodes" that are negligible, or even almost traceless.

This creeping position is actually a depression formed by several boulders, and it is difficult for the wind from the sea to blow here, so this is indeed a good observation position, the floating soil on the surface is relatively evenly sprinkled on the plot, as if to cover the traces of people lurking underneath, but, the floating soil is too uniform, uniform and very unnatural, if, an ordinary person, maybe there will not be the slightest discovery, but, the master has lived here for five years, half a savage for five years!

When I gently blew open the floating soil on the surface with my mouth, there was a rapid difference between a plot that had been exposed to the sun for a long time and a plot that had been blocked by people for a long time.

This is a man of roughly the same height as me, although I can't tell the difference between a man and a woman, it is probably a man, because a woman has been prostrate here for so long, and the two pieces of flesh on the upper body will definitely make the floating soil under her body more strange, while men will not, this is common sense.

I looked around vigilantly, everything was as usual, the top of the mountain was such a large area, it was extremely difficult to hide from someone, as difficult as it was to be able to marry a daughter-in-law among their natives with Dandan's skill and ability.

I stared at the outline I had laid out several more times until I was sure that it had left no trace of value for me.

If this person is a member of the natives, or rather, this is a member of the demon tribe, then he must be a very successful hunter, he only had a chance to find me for a moment, but he found out, not only that, but he also had time to clean up the clues he had left behind, and then calmly escaped, successfully escaped on such a lonely mountain, I don't even know how he avoided me and escaped, you know, this mountain, there is only one possible way to come up, and the other two sides of the mountain are steep cliffs, Facing the sea, and if it was the side where the stone had just rolled down, it was completely in my field of vision, and if I dived alone, I would definitely be discovered, not to mention, there was also a mountain stream below.

But, what is that reflector that sparkles my eyes? I'm sure the natives here haven't mastered metal craftsmanship at all, because I've seen the equipment of the Tiger Ya tribe and the Demon Maiden tribe, all of them are wooden spears and bone sticks or even bows and arrows without feathers, and I've never seen them use iron tools, not to mention, the strength of the reflection is definitely not caused by iron products, but must be steel, the kind of forged iron, to have this possibility.

Could it be a "mirror"? But this thought was instantly ruled out by me, and I couldn't explain what kind of mentality a big living person could have had when he ran to the top of the mountain with a mirror pinned behind his back, unless, was he trying to warn me, or did he want to get my attention? This is also a possibility that cannot be excluded.

I tied the bird back to my back, and with a dagger in one hand, I moved vigilantly towards the edge of the cliff, and the hysterical running around just now was actually meaningless, if it was a very mature native, or a modern man who had been trained like me, then there would be a dozen places on the top of this mountain where he could stay, such as the few leaning branches in the middle of the cliff below the cliff.

I carried the dagger and looked down from one corner to the other, and the huge vertigo made me feel as if I was going to fall at any moment, but I persevered, whether it was my mood to get out of here or for my own safety, forcing me to do so, and not to fall into a single corner.

And the result...... It's a pity that I didn't find anything.

Or did he jump off a cliff and jump into the sea?

It was like a light bulb popping up on the top of my head and turned on the "brain hole mode", damn, nearly a hundred meters of cliff, he would be choked to death by the sea breeze before he fell to the sea!

Of course, there are still brain holes, for example, I looked around for a while to see if there was a parachute under the cliff, etc., and in the end, I didn't find that these four words represented everything.

Who could this be? Or is everything my own conjecture?

I went around the mountainside and looked at the hillside where the boulder had fallen, and there was no trace of anyone there, and I was sure that the slope was shaded and muddy all the year round, and if one had been there, he would have left something behind that could not make up for it.

Eventually, I went around the hill to the bottom of the cliff at the top of the mountain, and after more than five hours of tossing and turning, my hands were full of cuts, and the straw sandals on my feet were thrown off several times, but until here, I realized that it was all worth it.

Now, I can be sure that there was indeed a man here, and that he had indeed climbed down the cliff nearly 100 meters high with his bare hands.

Remember my Doom Reef Zone? It was the turbulent current that blew me into the reef of the ocean, and the reef beach was the only place on the island where seagulls gathered, and the seagulls on the island were very strange, they were very timid, and if they were frightened, they would probably flee and not return for days and nights, because they only used the reef beach as a place for their own prey, but they did not nest or lay eggs, which I discovered in my third year on this island, when I wanted to eat some seagull eggs nearby, but found nothing.

Now, there is no sign of these seagulls, which is very different from the usual scene of birds entrenched and competing with each other at this time, and if I hadn't been here, I would not have noticed this feature from the top of the mountain.

What's more, three or four meters near the ground, there is still a fresh blood stain on the cliff, shining in the sun.