after falling asleep

The pitch-black waves receded, revealing the silhouette lying in the shallows.

Exhausted silhouettes crawl toward shore before new waves arrive.

wow-

The turbulent waves hit everyone in an instant.A few seconds later, the waves receded, revealing their distressed outlines.

"save--"

The sticky phlegm that fell behind was elastic and had no time to call for help, and was swept into the waves by the waves.

Tianmo, who wanted to save him, was forced to give up, and washed up on the beach, dragging his companion who was struggling in the waves.

Qianye, who had returned to the land, fell down on the shallows, exhausted all his strength in struggling near the sea, and then was unable to breathe and open his eyes due to the strong wind of the torrential rain, and was forced to drag his heavy body.

"How many people are left?"

The inquiry was not answered, and she approached Tianmo to rescue her companion from the waves.

Musu turned around and ran away.

"Another..." the big hero cursed in a low voice.

Throwing the coat to Qianye, she shook her head and refused, and handed it over to the sneezing constant looking, smelling and asking.

As the wind tore through the rainstorm, it came like a mist, but at some point they realized it wasn't mist—it was real fog.

They should be safe for now.

Only this time they alarmed the residents, and slowly approached with hunched humanoid silhouettes.

"Although I am no different from competing for the throne, I know the suffering of the people—"

The roaring humanoid monster turned into a shadow and pounced on the hero, gnawing off half of his neck.

The harshness of the archipelago forced them to go deep into the island, and no one knew when the storm would stop, and the night was almost engraved in everyone's heart.

Wangwen Wenqie took off his wet shirt, put on his overcoat to keep warm, and reached out to take the oil lamp Qianye handed him.

In the depths of the camp there was a faint glow of light—this meant that beings who needed light lived here.

"careful!"

But when he walked past a shadow, the hanging corpse suddenly fell, pressing Qianye underneath.When Musu and Yinghua approached, Qianye smiled wryly and brought the oil lamp closer to the abdomen pierced by sharp teeth: "It's an incredible way to die...a way to die...a nursery rhyme..."

"Can't the bunker work!"

The remaining four were unable to extinguish the flames, and were forced to return to the Rain Screen to find new dark houses before alarming the residents.

Musu narrated hoarsely and walked forward.

"Why another one!" Mao Jiu vented the pain by exclaiming.

Back bent, naked, humanoid silhouette with gray spots extruded from the skin sitting beside the table and chairs, tearing the flesh and blood on the dining table like a beast.

"I can't walk anymore..."

Walls, houses, and light, they hope to be human beings, but when they get close to the window and peep into the warm and bright house, they find that half of their wishes are fulfilled.

Valghini picked up the wide-brimmed hat again, flipped through it and put it on his head.

"Three...four...five..."

As if a headless body fell to the ground, the wide-brimmed hat rolled out obliquely and rested against the corner of the wall.

The oil lamps glowed dimly, and the visibility was only a few meters. The people who couldn't tell the direction could only go in the opposite direction to the beach.

Qianye stretched his pale and weak cheeks due to the cold, and stepped over the gap in the wall to enter the camp.

Qianye, who was muttering something, died.

Qianye and Yinghua followed closely behind.

"thanks……"

When they were hesitating to avoid the weirdness or make contact, Tianmo suddenly squatted closer, pinched a little and stuck out his tongue to dip it, and thought carefully: "It's excrement."

The cause of Liangye Tangram's death is a mystery, but they have no time to delve into it, so they can only move on.

"It's getting dark, we have to find a safe house!" Qianye shouted, they had to shout to make each other hear clearly.

Valghini approached the hanger and took off his coat. The coat with fur inside was not good looking but enough to keep out the cold.

An exclamation suddenly sounded, and Mao Jiu fell from the three-meter-high wet and soft soil for some unknown reason. He shouldn't be in trouble, but his posture made his face slap in the soil, and blood burst instantly when he fell, and was quickly diluted by the rain.

Suddenly, the licker Tianmo clenched his neck and fell to his knees with a gurgling sound from his throat. Everyone died quickly in a few seconds before they could react.

"Gryffindor~"

"I don't feel well..."

The mist had set in, and it was impossible for them to knock on the door, so they had to sneak into a house without light.

Mu Su read in a strange tone, and when the words fell, Valkini's eyes suddenly turned gray, and his head shriveled and shriveled.

"Although I know the suffering of the people, I have no intention of competing—"

Qianye ignored the disgusting part and extracted the key information: "There are monsters on this island...we have to be more careful—"

Tens of seconds later, footsteps sounded in the dark and dark house, and a fire was lit.

But the log wall, which symbolizes the existence of the community, blocked the way. The panting crowd was surprised. Mao Jiu couldn't wait to climb up the wooden wall, and sat on the three-meter-high wall to reach out to his companions below.

Then they discovered that Bigdikja was gone, and there were only six people left.

A strong crisis suddenly enveloped Qianye like a strange fog, and a certain sense of crisis made her whisper: "We have to get out of the fog quickly, keep running forward!"

The icy rain quickly cooled Liang Ye Tangram's body.

"this is for you."

They dragged their weary bodies and ran, from sand to dirt, and even briefly out of the fog that was pouring into the island.

"how do you know."

More than 40 players, lost half of the main line in the early stage, and half of the landing islands.

The weird fog is coming early!

thump--

The stumbling cool night Tangram suddenly staggered and fell, and raised the cheek that was slapped on the beach with difficulty: "I'm so tired...so cold..."

They didn't have time to bury Tianmo, so they could only move on in the few evenings left.

The inclined rain curtain is like a sketch line, covering up the outline of the dark curtain in the distance.

Along the potholed sandy beach where rainwater has accumulated, shadows like seaweed clusters suddenly appear on the edge of the dark oil lamp.

"Shit is poisonous!" Mu Su exclaimed.

Musu, Liangye Tangram, Wangwenwenqie, Yinghua... A few minutes later, 10 figures collapsed on the beach where the waves couldn't lick.

Qianye inspected the house with an oil lamp. The tables, chairs and beds were all in place, and there were even clothes and hats hanging on the hangers, as if this place really belonged to humans.

"Pay attention to blood volume and sanity value." Wangwen Wenqie reminded.

Yinghua picked up the oil lamp.

Mao Jiu covered his face, the corrosion of sea water was worse than the wound.

The storm obscured the movement they made.

"It's just us."

"I think we got rid of..."

Wangwen Wenqie threw out the oil lamp decisively, fell to the ground like a dead body and burned.

Qianye held up the oil lamp and left the window to observe the house. Nooses were hanging from the beams, some shadows were hanging, and his cold nose could smell the smell of carrion.

"No! The rain is too heavy, it will flood the bunker!"

"Take off your coat!" Qianye shouted at Chaowangwenwenche after recovering from the strange situation, it was too late, the flame suddenly ignited from the arm holding the oil lamp, and swept across the whole body.

Soaked in seawater overnight, the sanity drop would kill them easily.

"It started when I bit my opponent's colon, and the feces leaked out, and the smell was similar."

Mu Su observed the rope loops hanging around the prey, stretched out his hand to pull it, approached skillfully, put his head into the loop, and swayed the swing.

Yinghua raised the oil lamp to look around, and returned to Musu after a while, and found that he was hanging in the noose with his head tilted and tongue out, dead.

"It's just me? It's boring..."

Yinghua muttered, approached the noose next to Musu, put her neck on her tiptoes, stuck out her tongue with difficulty, and then breathed in peace.

No one survived.