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Xiao Xiao unbuttoned her top, revealing a white band wrapped tightly around her proud curves. Her body was fully immersed in the clear water, exuding a feminine charm, with soft and distinct contours.
The bowl and Xiao Xiao exchanged glances, holding their clothes, unsure of where to place them. Just then, a crooked tree stood nearby, with a branch extending into the stream. They hung their clothes on it, ordering me not to peek while playfully stealing glances at each other.
What’s so interesting about taking a bath!
At that moment, my life could be at stake; I had no time to waste on such distractions. I could clearly distinguish between what was urgent and what was not!
“I definitely won’t look! I need to keep watch; otherwise, if a wild beast shows up unexpectedly, we’re done for!” I said, trying to keep my voice low while scanning the surroundings.
I inadvertently caught sight of them in the river, half-submerged in the water, their skin glowing white. The two of them were washing each other, their long hair cascading down and covering most of their shoulders. When Xiao Xiao and I locked eyes, she shyly lowered her head. Soon after, she realized she shouldn’t be so flustered and extended her slender arms, pulling the bowl deeper into the stream.
Damn it, they really are quite beautiful!
The sound of the flowing stream filled the air as the two girls bent over to wash their hair, their long and supple necks forming graceful arcs. Their two white silhouettes danced on the water's surface—one large and one extremely beautiful.
Damn it, I’m a person of restraint; I should just turn away!
At this moment, anything could happen—a wild man or beast could jump out at any time. I focused my gaze on the dense forest instead…
I recalled the Sundarbans region where incidents of wild animals attacking people occurred frequently; dozens died each year at the jaws of tigers. Locals often ventured into the mangroves to collect honey or fished in rivers and swamps, encroaching on tiger territory. Thus, they frequently faced tiger attacks. While there might not be tigers here, creatures like wild bears or leopards could still appear.
I had been watching a show called Jungle Tiger Shadow, which depicted the battle between humans and tigers in the Sundarbans. Tigers would launch stealthy ambushes, dragging people away without a sound. Although there were no tigers on this island, one could never be sure about other animals.
While keeping watch, I glanced at the stream again; after all, vigilance required a thorough 360-degree sweep.
The two of them completely relaxed under the gentle moonlight as they began to swim in the water. They looked like two mermaids—completely at ease and exuding an enchanting fragrance that blended beautifully with the night.
After a while, once they had washed themselves clean, they hid in a patch of grass to change clothes. Emerging from their bath, they indeed looked much more radiant. It was evident that these girls valued cleanliness. After washing up, both Xiao Xiao and the bowl appeared particularly cheerful; they held hands as they returned to the cave together, singing songs while brushing their hair around the campfire.
The cave was wide enough, and I laid down the Broadleaf I had gathered in the depths of the cave for the two of them to sleep on. Before long, faint snoring could be heard. Clearly, they were exhausted and had fallen into a deep sleep.
Of course, I couldn't afford to sleep like that, not because I wasn't tired. This jungle held many unknown dangers, such as snakes and poisonous insects. Those were manageable, but what worried me most was the possibility of a wild beast appearing. If a ferocious creature attacked and I didn't react quickly enough, it would spell disaster.
I stoked the fire a bit more, leaning against the wall in front of me, unwilling to fully lie down, gripping my dagger tightly. The flickering flames cast shadows inside the cave, while outside it was engulfed in darkness. Aside from the crackling of the fire, all I could hear were the sounds of wind rustling through the leaves or the chirping of insects and birds from the forest.
Not feeling sleepy yet, I walked to the cave entrance. In an open area, I gazed up at the stars; the night sky was vast and endless, and we felt so small beneath it. I couldn't even tell where we were at that moment. Gradually, fatigue began to creep in.
Turning back into the cave, I suddenly remembered that Furball was missing. It had drifted away with my backpack; it was likely lost at sea, which made my heart ache. Sitting by the campfire inside the cave, with half the night already gone, I felt warm from the fire. My eyes grew heavy with fatigue and slowly began to close.
Suddenly, I heard splashing water outside. At first, I thought it was a trout foolishly trying to swim upstream again, but as the splashing continued in rapid succession, my alertness kicked in.
Perhaps it was a large animal playing in the water or chasing prey; however, the sound grew louder and closer. I quickly moved away from the fire and crouched down against the right wall of the cave, hiding my body completely as I drew out my dagger, steadying my breath and waiting silently for whatever was approaching.
Damn it! On this deserted island, there wouldn't be any wild men around, would there? Stories of wild men have circulated everywhere. For instance, in Shennongjia, many have claimed to have seen one; some even caught one. However, experts said it was just a brown bear. In various parts of America, sightings of Bigfoot have been reported; in Tibet, there are tales of the Yeti. Whether true or false, they all belong to a branch of wild men.
Thinking about this made my heart race. Not only did I need to protect myself now but also two women who depended on me for safety. The responsibility weighed heavily on me; I couldn't afford to be careless. My talismans were gone as well; clearly useless against these beasts. The only way to deal with them was with firearms and knives.
The dim moonlight outside gradually faded away, leaving only darkness surrounding the large stones nearby. My heart raced as I focused intently on what lay beyond the cave entrance. The splashing sound had reached the mouth of the cave when a plump shadow completely blocked my view outside; it emitted heavy breathing sounds. As soon as I saw it clearly, my face turned pale—could it be the legendary Bear Man?
Bear Man?
Oh no! Such a creature exists?
This kind of animal is commonly mentioned in folklore. It is said that if you catch its eye without bamboo tubes for protection, your chances of survival are slim to none. If someone is lucky enough to have two bamboo tubes on their arms when being chased by Bear Man and gets caught by it while holding onto those tubes, Bear Man would laugh heartily as they escape while he is distracted by his own amusement. Rather than being an animal, Bear Man is more like a corpse-like figure—a kind of Black Zombie from legends.
As the shadow drew closer and I took a closer look, it turned out not to be a Black Zombie after all; I finally let out a sigh of relief. However, before I could fully process this realization, panic washed over me as sweat broke out all over my body—this was a Malayan Sun Bear!
The Malayan Sun Bear is one of the smaller species of bears, weighing around two hundred pounds. Also known as the Malayan Bear, it is often referred to as the Moon Bear due to the crescent-shaped white patch on its chest. Although this bear is not particularly fierce, it would still pose a challenge for a human.
Fortunately, this is a deserted island. If I were in a protected area back home, killing a Malayan Bear would be illegal. Here, I could take it down without anyone knowing!
Since it's just a Malayan Bear, there's really nothing to be afraid of; it's much easier to deal with than a zombie. If that Malayan Bear dared to step one foot closer, I would not hesitate to take it down. However, to be honest, I was still incredibly nervous; after all, such a large creature might not be as easy to handle as I imagined.
But that plump black figure stopped at the cave entrance, staring at the campfire with an almost shameless gaze. In the dim light of the fire, I could see its silver-gray eyes gleaming brightly. Before long, it began swaying its heavy body from side to side, seemingly adjusting its attack stance. Through the ferocity in its eyes, I felt a twinge of unease.
Was it about to attack?
It certainly looked like it; drool was practically flowing like a river from its mouth!
This was an incredibly hungry Malayan Bear. It might have been trying to catch fish in the stream at night and come up empty-handed, perhaps having not eaten for several days. Maybe it had caught a whiff of the grilled fish aroma and found its way to this cave entrance.
I was well hidden, and the area without firelight was even darker.
So I was sure that the Malayan Bear had no idea I was there. Everything that happened next confirmed my thoughts. Its eyes were fixated on the sleeping bowl and Xiao Xiao, drool pooling on the ground; it seemed ready to pounce at any moment.
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