Survival in the Wild on a Deserted Island

Former rescue team member Chen Ye opened his eyes, surrounded by a female teacher holding a baby, an injured flight attendant, a boss who could only complain, and an elderly couple.​ There was no signal, no supplies, just bloodstains on the rocks, giant hoofprints in the woods, and the coming heavy rain.​ Use shale to build a stove to boil water, rely on red phoebe to supplement sugar, and use a Swiss army knife to split thorns - the rules of survival have always been cruel.​ When the shelter was just set up, a creepy growl came from the woods late at night.​ Chen Ye held the flint tightly: "Hold the fire, the 'master' here is back. Chen Ye's calmness was Su Qing's confidence when she hugged the baby tightly; Lin Wei's carefulness was her peace of mind when dealing with wounds; even Mr. Zhang's complaints became a different background in a desperate situation.​ They shared half a piece of compressed biscuit, drank boiled stream water, and fell asleep next to the fire listening to the sound of the waves.​ But when there is a poisonous thorn hidden under the sweet wild fruit, when a trusted partner suddenly hides a secret, when the strange noise in the night gets closer and closer——​ The test of human nature is more piercing than the danger of the wilderness. Former rescue team member Chen Ye was immediately alert: Someone had already "lived" on this island.​ When looking for water, I came across bloody animal bones, when I was building a tent, I found strange carvings, and when I was keeping watch late at night, I heard vague whispers.​ The baby in the female teacher's arms suddenly started crying, and the stewardess pointed to the depths of the woods: "There… seems to be a pair of eyes. "​ Chen Ye extinguished the lighter, and in the darkness, two dots of green slowly approached.