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"This is Demon Island; are you trying to get yourself killed?"
"What do you suggest we do now? Can our pathetic guns defend against an S-Class Test Subject?"
"But... that shouldn't be..."
Their clothes had already dried.
Xu Qingyuan was dressed in a simple white shirt paired with dark trousers, giving him a clean and sharp appearance.
His hair was neatly styled, revealing a smooth forehead that added a touch of elegance to his demeanor.
He looked refined, but his actions were decisive and efficient.
"Alright, everyone quiet down."
Xu Qingyuan spoke up to stop the argument. "Let's tidy up and head into the island immediately."
"Professor Xu, this..." The person who had been arguing wanted to say more but was silenced by Xu Qingyuan's piercing gaze.
Xu Qingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping through the crowd like a sharp sword.
In that moment, the surrounding noise seemed to fade away; his powerful presence instinctively made people avoid his gaze.
Someone tried to seize the opportunity to curry favor and quickly said, "Mermaids are marine creatures; even if they can crawl on land, they can't stray too far for long. If we move deeper in, we might find houses where the indigenous people used to live. We could manage for a night."
"I think that's a good idea; it's much safer than staying here."
Everyone nodded in agreement, feeling that it was indeed a viable plan.
The waves of dusk surged fiercely, crashing against the rocks, creating a rhythmic sound of impact that echoed constantly.
Xu Qingyuan recalled what Lin Moyu had said during their phone call.
"Qingyuan, I think you need to go back to that island and take a look; there will be answers you seek."
Now that he had landed on the island, the mermaid was in the waters nearby. The threat to life was ever-present, and moving further inland to hide was indeed a good strategy.
...
The legend of demons here originated from the Federal Special Forces ten years ago.
"It is said that when they landed on the island, they did not see a single living person until they entered the wooden houses where the Natans lived. There, they discovered all the bodies arranged in a circle, with strange patterns drawn in the center, resembling some kind of Ritual Array.
These bodies were either missing arms or heads and legs; without exception, they were all mutilated.
The bloodstains were fresh, and some bodies even had their intestines spilling out..."
"Enough, don't say any more. It's creepy."
The group trudged along a weedy path, which had been desolate for a long time. The lush bushes grew wildly, almost completely covering the original trail.
With each step forward, it felt like a difficult struggle against nature.
The sky resembled a massive canvas soaked in ink, gradually darkening. The night loomed like a giant net, mercilessly enveloping everything above.
Faint moonlight filtered through layers of leaves, sparingly casting down a few silvery rays that barely illuminated their path. They relied on the dim yellow light emitted by the remaining power in their optical brains to guide them forward.
The environment here feels like a corner forgotten by time, preserved almost perfectly; calling it a primeval rainforest would not be an exaggeration.
From the moment they stepped into the jungle along the winding coastline, the sounds of animals began to intermittently fill the air.
Fortunately, the creatures they encountered so far were small, which eased their tense mood somewhat.
Surprisingly, some of these species that had appeared hundreds of years ago had not gone extinct.
A brightly colored red frog crouched low on the lush green grass. Its skin shimmered with an eerie glow in the dim light, as if it were a mysterious totem meticulously crafted by nature.
Behind it, a green Viper was silently approaching. The Viper flicked its long tongue and swayed its body, coiling up as its cold gaze revealed an unwavering determination to catch its prey.
"Don't move," whispered He Shuo, who was at the front, suddenly lowering his voice and signaling with his hand.
Upon hearing this warning, everyone froze in place like statues, not daring to breathe, their eyes anxiously scanning their surroundings.
"Hiss—"
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense as the frog seemed to sense the danger behind it and leaped up suddenly.
But unfortunately, it missed its chance; the green snake struck with lightning speed and swallowed it whole in an instant.
The snake coiled its body into a tight circle, as if savoring this hard-earned meal. Moments later, it left contentedly, disappearing from view.
"Is this thing really not extinct?" someone exclaimed in astonishment.
Watching this strange and wild scene unfold before them, some quickly took out their optical brains and snapped a few photos while these magnificent creatures had not yet moved far away.
After a brief pause, the group continued to move forward.
Not long after they had walked away, in a nearby thicket, a well-fed green snake suddenly began to thrash and jump, its body twisting as if it were enduring immense pain.
In just a few breaths, it stopped moving and collapsed helplessly to the ground.
Its abdomen was severely swollen, something inside it writhing restlessly.
With a tearing sound, a blood-red frog miraculously leaped out from the snake's belly.
With two croaks, the red frog quietly hopped away unscathed.
...
"Professor Xu, what is this place?"
A young voice broke the silence in the mountain crevice, tinged with confusion and unease.
Since stepping out of that mysterious forest, they had entered this narrow mountain crevice flanked by steep rock walls.
The crevice was narrow and winding, resembling a deep wound in the earth. The group wandered around, going back and forth several times, yet still unable to escape this labyrinthine predicament.
Xu Qingyuan reached out and gently touched the stone wall.
The wall was rough and cold, conveying the passage of time. The stone carvings on it had been eroded over long ages, their original colors almost completely faded, leaving behind indistinct traces that made it difficult to discern what the images depicted.
"Let's keep moving," Xu Qingyuan said, his voice steady yet tinged with a hint of resignation.
"But, Professor Xu, we have been walking for half an hour, and it seems like we have been here before," Yang Luo said anxiously, pointing to the mark he had previously carved.
Xu Qingyuan looked up, and the mark stood out prominently in the dim light, as if mocking their futile efforts.
Xu Qingyuan's brows twitched involuntarily as he gazed at the mark drawn by Yang Luo, and his worries deepened.
They had indeed been going in circles, as if some strange magic had ensnared them in this mountain crevice.
He Shuo stood with his arms crossed, his posture upright yet betraying a hint of fatigue.
His cold gaze swept over the sparse and indistinct patterns, his eyes deep and distant, lost in thought.
In the faint light, his face appeared even more stern, like a frozen statue.
The air in the mountain crevice seemed to grow heavier, creating a sense of oppression and suffocation.
Seeing that Xu Qingyuan and He Shuo remained silent, the others began to look around and activated the recording function of their optical brains to document this miraculous encounter.
With each echo of their footsteps reverberating through the crevice, it felt like a cruel mockery of their situation.
The surrounding stone walls seemed to close in on them, threatening to trap them forever in this endless darkness.
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