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He Shuo's shot towards the sky did not scare off the mermaid.
Ansheng looked at He Shuo, a mocking smile appearing on his lips.
Xu Qingyuan furrowed his brows, feeling an inexplicable discomfort throughout his body.
The person in his arms seemed to show signs of awakening. The mermaid stopped being confrontational with He Shuo; instead, it had a better way to vent its frustration.
It bit through the webbing between its middle and ring fingers, posed as if it were firing a gun at He Shuo, and then blew a puff of air.
After doing all this, it turned back to take a deep look at Xu Qingyuan before jumping into the sea and disappearing instantly.
"He Shuo, what did you see?" Yang Luo asked, trembling as he climbed up to He Shuo, who was staring intently in one direction with a serious expression.
"Nothing."
He Shuo put away his gun and slid down the path that Yang Luo had just struggled to climb.
Yang Luo: "..."
He had only been up here for a few seconds.
"He Shuo, where are you going?"
After reaching the bottom, He Shuo strode purposefully toward the direction he had been gazing at for so long. Seeing this, Yang Luo shouted loudly.
He Shuo turned back: "I saw Professor Xu; he's over there."
"Over there? How come I didn't see him?"
"Over there."
He Shuo pointed in a direction.
Noticing the information provided by He Shuo, Yang Luo excitedly opened his optical brain and switched it to telescope mode, hanging it by his ear.
Sure enough, he spotted Xu Qingyuan about two hundred meters away from them.
"It's Professor Xu! It's him! It's him!"
Coming back to his senses, Yang Luo realized that He Shuo had already walked far ahead, leaving him behind by quite a distance.
Yang Luo: "..."
...
Xu Qingyuan felt a burning pain on his lips, as if something sticky was clinging to his face, making him extremely uncomfortable.
He slowly opened his eyes, and his vision had already cleared.
The weather had turned sunny; it seemed the thunderstorm had passed.
Xu Qingyuan was in excruciating pain all over. Struggling to get up, he carefully examined his surroundings and found that there were many rocks nearby, not far from the coastline.
If nothing unexpected happened, they should have successfully landed on the island.
The sensation on his face was muddy and unpleasant, causing Xu Qingyuan to furrow his brows tightly.
He slowly made his way down the rocks and washed his face with the seawater from the crevices.
His clothes clung to him, damp and uncomfortable. Xu Qingyuan took them off, wrung them out, and draped them over his arm before activating his optical brain to send his location information.
Soon, he received responses from everyone.
Looking at the red dots projected on the screen, Xu Qingyuan wasted no time and began searching for the two closest red dots.
The waves crashed violently against the rocks, splashing large amounts of white foam, while the sea breeze howled, bringing with it a strong salty scent.
Xu Qingyuan stood bare-chested, his muscular lines as defined as if sculpted; each muscle appeared to be a carefully crafted work of art by a master.
The sunlight generously bathed his skin, which was as white as jade, reflecting a captivating and dazzling sheen.
However, there was not a trace of expression on his face, as if this perfect body was merely a tool for him to move forward rather than a source of pride or boastfulness.
Xu Qingyuan agilely climbed among the rocks, his posture graceful like the wind.
He gripped the rough and sharp stones tightly, his knuckles turning pale from exertion. His feet were firmly planted in the narrow crevices as he eagerly searched for every possible point to support his body.
Finally, after two minutes of barefoot climbing over a massive rock, Xu Qingyuan spotted He Shuo and Yang Luo.
"Professor Xu, it's really you!"
Yang Luo excitedly approached Xu Qingyuan, looking him up and down carefully before quickly regaining composure. "Professor Xu, everyone has arrived at Demon Island. There are no injuries or fatalities. We have successfully sent a distress signal to Pacific Fleet Headquarters; they should be coming soon."
Xu Qingyuan nodded. "The Pacific base likely won't send a helicopter; the magnetic field here is unstable. They might send a ship to pick us up. Based on travel time, they should arrive in about ten hours."
"By the way, have you found the others yet?"
"We're meeting up first, then we planned to come find you. Luckily, you have good fortune and are really okay."
As they spoke, Yang Luo looked at He Shuo. "By the way, it was He Shuo who told us to look for you, saying you might be nearby."
Yang Luo didn't mention that it was He Shuo's own decision to tell them not to turn back and look for him when they were at sea; instead, he emphasized that He Shuo took the initiative to find him after landing on the island.
Xu Qingyuan was unaware of these details and simply nodded slightly, indicating that he understood.
He Shuo, bare-chested, had his bronze skin glistening with beads of sweat. His chest looked solid and strong. "Professor Xu, let's go back and regroup with the others. We should wait for tomorrow's rescue together. If we spread out, it's easy to be attacked by wild beasts in the wilderness."
Seeing the depth in He Shuo's eyes, especially how he emphasized the word "beasts," Xu Qingyuan recalled something.
"Okay."
When the three returned to where everyone had gathered on the beach, they found that a barbecue grill had already been set up. The relaxed atmosphere made it seem less like a group of people fleeing and more like a vacation.
The trapped Bai Qi was still mumbling to himself under a coconut tree, while Yang Luo sat beside him, looking somewhat gloomy.
After searching along the coastline, they had found some food.
Sipping from a coconut with a hole cut into it, Xu Qingyuan moved closer to the fire and listened to the others chat about their families.
After facing life and death, people tended to talk about their loved ones, discussing what would happen if they truly died...
People always liked to draw conclusions about things that hadn't happened; what they didn't realize was that conclusions were already formed the moment they voiced their questions.
At that moment, someone suddenly remembered something.
"Did we... forget something?" The person's voice was low, and the corners of their mouth turned down.
"Forget what? Did we forget the lottery numbers?"
"No... Did we forget that there's still something on the ship?"
"What else is there? It's just us ten or so people and an S Class Test Subject..."
As he spoke, his voice grew quieter. With his reminder, everyone finally recalled what they had forgotten.
An S Class Test Subject, specifically an adult mermaid. Damn it, in their rush to escape, they had completely overlooked such a dangerous creature.
The warm atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
Someone tentatively spoke up, "Uh... do you think that mermaid will come back for revenge?"
Another person replied, "I don't know, but it shouldn't, right? We're on land now, away from the water; it can't..."
"It will."
A strong voice interrupted. He Shuo held a dagger, scraping against the wood, making a hissing sound.
He was the only liaison sent by headquarters; no one would question his words. But no one wanted to die either. Someone immediately retorted, "Just because you say it will doesn't mean it will. Maybe that mermaid can't be bothered with us and will just go to another sea area?"
He Shuo sneered and looked at him. "If it were a fish, then having a seven-second memory wouldn't be surprising. But... do you think it's a fish?"
The person's lips moved slightly, but they were instantly choked up.
A highly intelligent life form, nearly on par with human intellect; if humans hadn't gotten there first to stand at the top of the food chain, they might very well be the ones treated as Test Subjects today.
If a person can strike back after being slapped, how could this mermaid, possessing the same intelligence as humans, be willing to let them leave safely?
"What should we do then?"
The words almost came out, but were replaced by another question. The group gathered around the campfire, and the atmosphere grew tense.
Dusk gradually descended, and the bonfire blazed brightly in the open beach, its flickering flames illuminating the downcast faces of everyone.
Surrounded by the fire, they sat in silence, their spirits low.
Xu Qingyuan stared blankly at the dancing flames, unconsciously fiddling with a charred stick in his hand.
The bonfire crackled and popped, occasionally sending sparks flying, but no one paid it any mind.
Someone finally broke the silence, interrupting the heavy atmosphere with their words.
"How about we head into the island? If we go further in, it's all land. The mermaid can't possibly crawl that far in one night to come kill us."
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