Desert Island Survival: A Hundredfold Improvement After Having a Baby?

It looks like the sparks are about to reignite.

Wang Lan walked quickly to Xiao Liang's side and lowered her voice, "Going up now is the worst-case scenario."

Wang Lan stared at Xiao Liang. "Do you trust Lin Fan? What if he reneges on his promise after you hand Song Ya over to him? He has a knife; do you think you can beat him with your bare hands?"

"What if he never intended to provide supplies at all, and was just trying to lure people up there so he could double-cross them?"

Xiao Liang froze, his stomach cramping with waves of acid, making it impossible for him to think, but his body's instinctive fear of seeking advantage and avoiding harm remained.

"So you're just telling me to sit here and wait to die?"

Wang Lan didn't respond, but simply pointed to the boulder below the slope. "Take your men and block it there. As long as they manage to bring the loot down alive, forget all that bullshit distribution rules from before, the first bite will definitely be yours."

"Okay." Xiao Liang let out a heavy sigh, turned to look at Song Ya who was slumped on the ground, and said, "Pull her up and hand her over to the three of them."

Zhang and Li felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and their legs didn't even go weak.

The two immediately rushed forward, each supporting one of Song Ya's arms.

Song Ya's current situation is extremely bad.

With scars and severe dehydration, he was on the verge of semi-shock, his head drooping limply in front of his chest, his toes dragging in the sand like dead flesh.

Liu Feifei took a deep breath, and even though she was so hungry she was dizzy, she instinctively fiddled with her dry, tangled hair and tried her best to put on what she thought was a pitiful expression.

She walked at the very front.

The three men showed no mercy; they dragged the half-dead woman out of the dark crevice.

In the crevice of the rock, the remaining people stared lifelessly at their backs, their greedy, jealous, and even resentful gazes intertwined, fixed on the three men.

As for the female corpse whose head had been smashed by a stone, it lay there stiffly at their feet, not even given a second glance.

The midday heatwave was relentlessly baking the beach.

Liu Feifei, Da Zhang, and Lao Li braved the scorching sun to reach the bottom of the steep cliff.

The sand underfoot was so hot it could fry an egg, and there wasn't even a single leaf to cast a shadow around us.

Zhang looked up at the towering cliff edge above, his legs trembling uncontrollably.

The oppressive feeling from those huge rocks crashing down on me is still stuck in my throat.

"Shout!" Da Zhang shoved Liu Feifei hard, then took a half-step back, feeling guilty.

Liu Feifei swallowed hard, her throat filled with a bitter, bloody taste.

She tilted her head back and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Lin Fan...! Brother Lin! We've come according to your rules! There are only three of us! We brought Song Ya up to exchange things! Please don't throw stones!"

The sea breeze was scorching hot, and there was no movement above.

After a full minute, a head slowly emerged from the edge of the cliff.

Zhou Kai glanced down and said, "Brother Fan, you guys come up here!"

The climbing process is a torment that pushes one's physical limits.

The slope was extremely steep and covered with sharp, jagged rocks. He

The three of them had been starving for five days and were already weak in the knees. Now they had to drag an unconscious person up onto the ground.

Zhang was pulling Song Ya's arm up from the front, while Lao Li and Liu Feifei were pushing her up from behind like a millstone.

Song Ya's body was relentlessly rubbed against the rough rocks. Her only remaining shoe fell into a sand pit, and her fair toes were cut raw and bloody by the sharp edges of the rocks, leaving a horrifying bloody mark.

"Push harder! Do you want to starve to death down there smelling the stench?!" Da Zhang turned around and cursed at Liu Feifei, who was lagging behind.

Liu Feifei didn't dare to talk back. If this had happened on the film set before, no man would have dared to yell at her like that. He would have been slapped out by his manager long ago.

But now? Face is worthless!

She could only lie on the scorching hot stone, her ten fingers gripping the cracks in the rock as she moved upwards.

Her carefully maintained nails split open, oozing blood, but she didn't dare utter a sound.

All I could think about was that bowl of noodles bubbling in red oil and that sizzling piece of grilled meat.

As long as she climbs up and hands this burden over to Lin Fan, she can survive.

Using both hands and feet, it took the three of them a full twenty minutes to finally climb over the last ridge of the cliff and fall awkwardly onto a flat platform.

Suddenly, the view opened up.

The three of them slumped onto the rough stone, their chests heaving as they gasped for breath.

But as soon as I caught my breath, that extremely aggressive fragrance pierced my nasal cavity like a steel needle!

On the fire ahead, the water in the tin can bubbled and churned, and the bright red chili oil mixed with the aroma of pickled cabbage swirled around in the sea breeze.

On the wooden rack next to it, several thick pieces of hind leg meat were sizzling and dripping with oil, their skin already showing an enticing brown color.

Old Li's eyes instantly turned green, his Adam's apple bobbed wildly, and he made an extremely loud swallowing sound.

Zhang even forgot about the scrapes on his hands, his ten fingers digging into the ground, instinctively trying to crawl forward.

But the next second, they forcefully suppressed that impulse.

Not far ahead, Lin Fan sat imposingly on a rock, slowly poking at the embers at the bottom of the fire with a sharpened wooden stick in his hand.

He didn't even lift his head.

Zhou Kai and Zhang Tao stood nearby, their eyes trembling with fear as they stared at the three grotesque, starving corpses on the ground.

"Brother Fan... the person, the person has been brought." Da Zhang wiped the drool from his mouth and forced out an extremely obsequious smile.

Lin Fan then threw away the wooden stick in his hand and lifted his eyelids.

His gaze swept past the three people in front and landed on Song Ya, who was being half-supported behind him.

Zhang Tao and Zhou Kai also looked over, but the moment they saw it clearly, they both gasped in shock, feeling a chill run straight to the top of their heads!