Frankly speaking, I don't have the slightest doubt about what Sister Sichuan said, among the five people living around this gentle slope, she was the latest to enter this small tribe, but she was the person I trusted the most except Huya, her kindness and innocence; The kindness and trust to anyone that is revealed in her duty and bones is by no means something that a liar can pretend, not to mention, in this nearly an hour of conversation, there is no flaw in her words, and the logic is enough to write a mystery adventure novel.

Silence, long silence......

"What's wrong with you?" A few minutes later, Sister Chuan fumbled forward with both hands and grabbed the corner of my clothes and asked.

"It's okay, you go get busy, I'll stay by myself for a while", I tidied up the collar of the Sichuan girl, helped her roll up her sleeves and said.

But before the words were finished, Sister Chuan's tears crackled down as if they had been stored in advance, her forehead was rubbed against my arm, and she said something vaguely in her mouth, but when she listened carefully, it was "I thought I had done something wrong, and Chuan would be afraid", every time she said it, her forehead would rub it a few times.

So, I suddenly discovered the lethal weapon of the Sichuan girl, "tears", she made this thing at no cost, and the production is fast, quality and quantity, whenever faced with her weapon, I always have no choice but to start thinking about the good of the tiger, the same woman who squats and pees, the tiger has no skill and never does this, at least not once in front of me!

At sunset over the West Sea, standing on the top of the mountain and looking out at the surroundings of the territory, everything was the same as when I first set foot on this desert island five years ago, as if nothing had changed, but the frolicking sound of fish balls around me reminded me that the "people" here had changed.

That night, I took Huya, who had been lying for nearly three months, out of the hut for the first time, and cleaned her wounds again with Maotai and local herbs and bandaged her. Regaining consciousness, she frowned tightly and endured the severe pain, but she never opened her eyes, and lay in my arms without half the strength; Dandan was also recalled by me from dysentery beach to the gentle slope, squatting in a corner and deliberately keeping enough distance from the Sichuan girl.

The ethereal bonfire should shine on the faces of everyone around the table, the resolute and resolute tiger girl, the cowardly and selfish Dandan, the gentle as the jade rabbit Sichuan Mei, and the elf weird fish ball, I carefully studied each of their faces, for fear that this battle that broke out at some point would take any of them away, of course, or myself. On this day, it was the 23rd, the "fasting day" of this island, and I was very drunk, and slept as silent as a dead pig under the careful care of the Sichuan girl all night.

However, there will always be a day when the illusory time of the effects of alcohol and the unpredictable escape will come when the wine will wake up. I live my life in fear every day, but when the danger comes, I don't have much fear in my heart. After squatting for a long time, the smell is not so stinky, but I didn't calculate, and the danger made us wait for more than a month.

In desperation, the daily work was to blindly strengthen the defenses of the woodland, lay traps and other trivial chores, and finally in the end of the exhaustion, I even got a few large crossbow machines on the top of the dirt hill, aiming directly at the only entrance to the woodland from the distant beach, although the distance was a little far, but I tried, this one-meter-wide crossbow cut the crossbow machine rope, and the crossbow bolts could just fly flat to the small bare area when there was no wind, and the arrow speed was extremely fast. Unfortunately, this unfortunate thing can only be fired once in battle, and the severed rope must be replaced before another shot can be fired, and it needs to be re-measured and aimed, which takes at least half an hour, and half an hour is obviously too long for things between life and death.

Unfortunately, when I was setting a trap, I was very accidentally scratched by the young leaves that bounced back and scratched the fingers of my right hand, and the wound was deep but not broken, which made me uncomfortable for more than ten days before the wound stopped the inflammation after bandaging, but it also reminded myself that this small thing the size of a willow leaf but thin and resilient was widely laid around all my traps with branches.

But there is also good news in the misfortune, the tiger girl woke up, and woke up very thoroughly, when she woke up, there happened to be no one in the earthen house, the first thing she did was to grit her teeth and tear open the strips of cloth that bandaged the wound, and then collapsed and fainted because of the excessive force, until I found her straps scattered on the ground, and I was excited to realize that she finally ran around the Hades Hall safely and walked back by herself. But when she was able to get off the ground and walk a few crooked steps, the first unlucky one was Dandan, who grabbed Dandan's neck and asked who had made her like this; The second unlucky ghost was naturally me, and the tiger girl actually bared her teeth at me and said that she dreamed that I was holding a piece of charcoal to burn her wound, and asked me if I really did it? The answer, of course, is no, unsubstantiated, and non-existent! How could I have done such a conscientious, unreasonable, mad, inhumane, and violent thing?

But when I asked what happened to the tracking of the fish balls and the initiator of this wound, she only patted the back of her head, and replied with two simple words without looking back: "forgot", and even when asked why she pointed at the Sichuan girl when she just woke up, she only said: "Forgot".

At first, I thought that she might still be struggling with me about the scalds and making me sick, but after asking several times in a row, the answer was the same, until I found out that she was as close to her sister as her own siblings, and I finally believed that she might really be suffering from selective amnesia, of course, this "choice" was just a choice not to tell me! There must be some secret between them, and I may be the only one who can't explore this secret.

On the day she woke up, high black smoke rose from the direction of the beach where the demon tribe was located, as if it was sacrificing or burning something, attracting the five of us to stop and watch, of course, I may be the only one of the five who understands, this may be the worship and oath of the demon tribe before we attack.