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

Fear is contagious, especially when paired with the tangible image of a corpse.

The women chatted amongst themselves, their words becoming increasingly absurd and disturbing.

They attributed all the bad luck they had encountered in the past few days to the dirty things on the island.

The atmosphere was compressed to its limit within the crack.

Just then, a loud bang was heard outside.

A bolt of lightning cleaved through the dark clouds.

The intense light instantly penetrated the crack and struck the inner wall.

The skeleton sitting upright in the recess was pale white under the strong light, and its elongated shadow suddenly fell to the ground, landing right on Yang Ningcong's feet.

"Aaaaaah!"

Yang Ningcong's nerves were constantly on edge.

The sudden thunder and shadow shattered his psychological defenses.

He sprang up from the ground, his back slamming heavily against the stone wall, his scalp tingling and numb.

"Shut up! All of you shut the fuck up!"

Yang Ningcong pointed at the women, his face no better than the skulls on the wall. "If anyone dares to utter another word about death, if anyone dares to say another word about ghosts and spirits, I'll strip them naked right now and throw them out in the rain! To feed the ghosts!"

The women were so frightened by his ferocious expression that they immediately fell silent, leaving only deliberately suppressed sobs.

Yang Ningcong pressed himself against the stone wall, panting heavily.

He gripped the yellow PLB beacon tightly.

This is his only source of comfort right now.

He didn't believe in superstitions; he only believed in the Yang family's money.

As long as the equipment is there, the Yang family's search and rescue team can find him even if they turn this sea upside down.

Wang Laoliu sat to one side and added a piece of dry firewood to the fire.

He didn't look at Yang Ningcong, nor did he pay attention to the crazy talk of those women.

He simply drew his short knife and wiped the blade with a relatively dry cloth.

His movements were extremely steady. He didn't believe in ghosts, but he knew that the person above him was more difficult to deal with than a ghost.

Time stretches out indefinitely.

The rain showed no signs of stopping; in fact, it poured down harder and harder.

The wind rushed into the crack, emitting an extremely sharp whistling sound.

The temperature dropped steadily as night fell.

Even with a fire burning, the people on the outside still had purple lips from the cold.

I don't know how long I've been waiting.

Xiao Chuan finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked in a tearful voice, "Does anyone know what time it is? When will this rain stop...?"

This question, instead of calming people, plunged the entire space into an even deeper silence.

Nobody knows when the rain will stop.

Meanwhile, above the cave, which is tens of meters high.

The view here is extremely wide, and although it is dark, he can still see the general outline of the beach below.

The heavy rain completely washed away the remaining bloodstains and smell of gunpowder on the beach. Lin Fan stood there for a while, then turned around and walked back into the cave.

The temperature inside was significantly higher than outside. The campfire was burning brightly, dispelling the dampness.

Xu Zhixia's "crazy" remarks were just a lighthearted interlude to ease the atmosphere.

Lin Fan didn't bother to explain. In this place, it didn't matter what others thought of him; what mattered was that no one dared to contradict him.

He was assessing the current situation.

Heavy rain and strong winds are natural defensive barriers.

No matter how skilled Wang Laoliu was, it was absolutely impossible for him to climb this natural high ground by hand in this weather without any climbing equipment and when he was covered in wet and slippery soil.

The man with the knife not only had to look after himself, but also had to keep an eye on the wealthy young master below.

The external threat has been temporarily relieved.

Lin Fan glanced at the few people inside the cave.

He had already eliminated the internal hidden dangers.

Nobody knows where Zhang Tao and Wang Lan, those two restless troublemakers, have been swept away by the sea.

The remaining people can't cause any trouble, so it's absolutely safe tonight.

Lin Fan stretched his shoulders; he didn't even need to arrange a strict night watch rotation.

"Liu Feifei, add some firewood, don't let the fire go out." Lin Fan walked over to the campfire, gave a brief instruction, and then headed towards the cubicle.

Lin Fan lifted the curtain; the cubicle was completely dark, devoid of any light source.

But the temperature was warmer than outside, and a faint fragrance filled the air, mixed with the woman's scent.

This place was originally inhabited by three women, and she hadn't had time to adjust to the darkness.

A warm body pressed against her.

It was an irresistible initiative, with a fragrant breeze wafting over you.

Two arms emerged from the darkness and wrapped around Lin Fan's neck.

It has an extremely delicate feel.

Lin Fan could guess who it was without even turning on the lights.

Darkness isolates vision but amplifies the other senses infinitely.

Lin Fan didn't move, letting the clumsy man press close to him.

In the darkness, Su Qingxue's cheeks felt like they were burning.

Two months here is enough for a lot to happen.

It was enough to make a woman who once stood on a cloud completely realize the reality that she had long since become a subordinate.

But in every previous instance, Lin Fan held the reins.

She could only passively endure it, torn between humiliation and a strange sense of security.

But tonight was the first time she took the initiative.

This decision exhausted all the pride she had left.

Her lips groped in the darkness, gently touching Lin Fan's chin, and then the corner of his mouth.

The movements were clumsy and lacked any skill.

"What's up?" Lin Fan asked, "Are you in such a good mood today?"

His calmness made Su Qingxue's body stiffen.

She had anticipated Lin Fan's possible reactions—perhaps a rude response, or perhaps a mocking jest—but she hadn't expected him to ask a question.

A sense of frustration welled up inside her, and Su Qingxue stopped moving.

She instinctively tried to loosen her arms around his neck.

However, just as she hesitated, a large hand gripped her lower back and gently pulled her close, even though there was only a layer of clothing between them.

Lin Fan used his other hand to lift her chin.

"Do you need something from me?"

Su Qingxue's body tensed up even more.

She suddenly realized that in front of this man, all her scheming and calculations seemed utterly ridiculous.

He sees things more clearly than anyone else.

Rather than being passively exposed, it's better to lay your cards on the table.

"I..." Su Qingxue's voice trembled, "If... I mean if, the rescue really did come..."

She paused, as if organizing her thoughts, or perhaps gathering her last strength, "Will you let me leave?"