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Chapter 29 Savages? Cannibals?!

The viewers in the live stream were terrified.

This forest looks so eerie, could there be wild men around?

[Watch out, streamer! This kind of place is most likely to have pythons.]

[It feels like a leopard might leap out of the bushes at any moment.]

The seagull was so frightened it didn't dare to cry out anymore, and stayed huddled above the anchor's head.

This oppressive atmosphere lasted for about half an hour.

A crisp, melodious sound pierced through the sweltering air and reached Jiang Che's ears.

Ding-dong—splash-splash—

That's the sound of water hitting rocks!

And it sounds like there's quite a lot of water in it!

"Did you hear that?"

Jiang Che's eyes lit up, and the fatigue on his face vanished. He turned to the camera excitedly and said, "It's a stream! Running water! Judging from the sound, it should be not far ahead!"

He quickened his pace, ignoring the thorns tearing his trousers, and jogged along following the sound. After passing through the last dense thicket, the view suddenly opened up before him.

A wide, rocky riverbed came into view.

A crystal-clear stream flows down from a small waterfall above, meanders among the rocks, and finally flows into a natural pool below.

water!

Clear, flowing, and sweet fresh water!

Jiang Che was so excited he almost cheered. With this water source, his chances of survival on the island would increase exponentially!

however.

Just as he was about to rush over and have a good drink, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Even the drone that was originally hovering in the air seemed to sense something was wrong, and suddenly lowered its altitude, giving a panoramic close-up of the pool in front of it.

The chat in the live stream froze for a strange moment.

Then, a screen full of question marks erupted like a tsunami.

【？？？？？】

[Holy crap? Am I seeing things?]

[Is this... naturally formed?]

[Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Is this some kind of performance art piece by some artist?]

[There's a ghost! There's definitely a ghost! Or maybe there are savages on this island!]

What shocked Jiang Che and the entire online audience was not the stream itself.

Instead, it's a scene by a stream.

It's really too bizarre.

Logically, the banks of streams in such primeval jungles should be littered with jagged rocks and piles of withered branches and leaves.

But this isn't the case here.

It looks like it was just renovated by a top-notch renovation team with extreme obsessive-compulsive disorder.

First, there are stones.

The pebbles on the riverbank were not scattered randomly; they were classified in a very strict manner.

White stones were piled on the left, forming a perfect triangular pyramid shape. Black stones were piled on the right, also in a pyramid shape. Gray, patterned stones were arranged in a straight line along the riverbank, from largest to smallest, with intervals estimated to be no more than one centimeter apart!

Next are the leaves.

Not a single fallen leaf was floating on the water.

On the muddy bank, withered yellow leaves were arranged in a square array, while freshly fallen green leaves were arranged in a circular array. Even the petioles of both types of leaves were aligned in the same direction!

And those tree branches.

The broken branches were neatly stacked at the base of the tree, arranged by length and thickness, like matchsticks awaiting inspection.

The entire scene exudes a chilling sense of order.

In the depths of this wild and chaotic rainforest, the sudden appearance of such an "extremely well-organized" area is as visually striking as discovering a McDonald's on Mars.

"this----"

Jiang Che's palms began to sweat as he gripped the wooden stick.

He swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine.

Wild man?

Cannibals?

Or is it some kind of highly intelligent unknown creature?

If it's a savage, isn't its mental state a bit off? What kind of savage would sort stones by color?

"Huh?"

Even the seagulls overhead were bewildered. One landed on a large rock, tilting its head to look at the pyramids, clearly unable to comprehend such advanced art with its tiny, walnut-sized brain.

Jiang Che took a deep breath and mustered his courage to take two steps forward.

He had to figure out the situation; if there were other people on the island, the whole thing would be different.

He carefully walked to the "white stone pyramid".

These stones have smooth surfaces, indicating that they have been carefully polished or selected.

Jiang Che crouched down, reached out, and tentatively touched the smallest white pebble at the top of the pyramid.

Perhaps because his hands were shaking, he used a little more force with his fingers.

Rolling around—

The small stone that had finally managed to balance on the top of the tower rolled down the slope and into the territory of that pile of "black stones".

Black and white mixed together.

The perfect geometric shape suddenly has a flaw.

Just as the stone rolled down...

The once quiet valley, where only the sound of flowing water could be heard, was suddenly filled with an extremely sharp and angry cry: "Eee—!!!"

The sound wasn't as deep as an orca's, nor as hoarse as a seagull's; rather, it was like the scream of some kind of rodent, with a hysterical frenzy.

Whoosh!

Immediately afterwards, the grass not far away shook violently.

A brown afterimage, like a cannonball fired from a gun, rushed directly towards Jiang Che with the force of thunder!

"There's an ambush!"

Jiang Che was shocked and instinctively jumped back, raising the wooden stick in his hand to defend himself.

However, the dark figure completely ignored him.

It didn't even glance at Jiang Che, completely ignoring this 100-pound man, and rushed straight to the "damaged" stone pyramid.

Jiang Che looked closely.

That's not a savage.

It's not some kind of ferocious beast.

That was an otter?

To be precise, it was a marmot that was about 60 or 70 centimeters long, covered with short, glossy dark brown fur, and had a round face and small ears.

But unlike the adorable, goofy expression of a regular otter.

The otter's expression at that moment was quite serious, even ferocious.

Its tiny, beady eyes burned with fury. It rushed to the rolled-down white stone, stretched out its two tiny, human-like paws, and grabbed the "runaway" stone.

then.

Like a bomb disposal expert handling a nuclear bomb, he held his breath and moved with extreme gentleness and slowness, placing the stone back onto the top of the pyramid.

After placing it on top.

It did not immediately let go.

Instead, it tilted its head, looking left and right, adjusting its angle and fine-tuning its position.

Only after confirming that the stone's center of gravity was perfectly vertical and that the shiny side was facing outwards did it let out a long sigh of relief: "Phew—"

After doing all this, the otter seemed to just remember that there was a living person next to it.

It turned around, stood on its two hind legs, put its two front paws on its hips, raised its head, and stared intently at Jiang Che with the look of someone looking at garbage, pests, or the destroyer of the world.

His eyes held the wisdom of someone with a mental illness.