Every world is full of ghosts and monsters begging for hugs

Bai Yao, on the other hand, had never been interested in playing cards. She thought these people were too noisy, so she stayed in the room and did not come out.

Someone said: "There is no electricity on the ship, so the room must be pitch black. Miss Bai is alone in the room, and I don't know if she will be scared."

is not that right?

They arrived at a deserted island. The ship anchored on the coast would occasionally sway gently with the waves lapping in the distance. In this unknown sea, there was no lighthouse to be seen, nor the lights of the tall buildings on the shore. Only a few sparse stars hung in the night sky, which perfectly set off the desolate atmosphere.

Some people don’t really like playing cards, but they choose to go to crowded places because they are afraid of being alone.

Xian Mingchang felt a little resentful when thinking about Bai Yao's cold attitude towards him during the day, but he soon understood the truth that only those who have endured hardships can become the best. It is certainly difficult to conquer such a proud woman like Bai Yao.

He learned his lesson this time and remembered to bring a small gift, a bottle of high-end red wine.

In this remote place, people have to eat little by little of the delicious food. If he was not reluctant to give away the bottle of red wine, he would not be willing to give it away.

Xian Mingchang arrived at the door of Room 3, first tidied up his appearance, then cleared his throat and knocked on the door, "Miss Bai, I'm Xian Mingchang."

After a while, a voice came from the room: "What's the matter?"

"It's still early now. Miss Bai doesn't want to join in the fun. It just so happens that I don't want to go either. I brought a bottle of red wine. Miss Bai, the moonlight is so beautiful today. Let's go to the deck and have a drink while enjoying the breeze."

"Don't go."

Xian Mingchang: "Miss Bai..."

"I'm going to sleep."

Xian Mingchang was rejected. Even if he had a good temper, he wanted to curse in his heart.

After a while, the resources on the ship will become less and less, and she, a powerless woman, might even ask him to protect her.

Xian Mingchang picked up the wine, turned around and left with a sullen face.

Bai Yao listened to the sound of the sea breeze, closed her eyes and lay on the bed, and was indeed ready to sleep.

The box bathed in moonlight moved slightly, and a black creature crawled out of the box little by little, then climbed down the table legs and landed on the floor.

It raised its irregularly round head, stared at the person lying on the bed with its red eyes for a while, then retracted its gaze and crawled out through the crack in the door.

The next day, the sun rose above the sea level, the sunset glow and the water light echoed each other, and the sparkling world concealed the hidden crisis.

Bai Yao went to bed early and woke up early. She sat up from the bed, stepped on her slippers and got out of bed. She rubbed her eyes and walked to the bathroom to wash up. When she passed the table, she stopped.

Bai Yao changed direction, moved closer to the desk, and saw the small pet soaking in the water.

It lay in the shell, its tentacles lifeless and as limp as its body, devoid of the vitality it had yesterday.

Bai Yao was afraid that it was dead, so she quickly reached out and pulled it out of the water. It didn't react at all. Its tentacles drooped listlessly against Bai Yao's arms, and its head was tilted and couldn't be lifted up.

"Hey, Xiao Hei!" Bai Yao held its body with both hands, shook it gently, and then lifted its head with her fingers. It finally reacted and its red eyes opened a slit.

But he still looked sick, and his lifeless eyes closed again after a while.

Bai Yao held it in front of the glass window. The light here was better. In the bright sunlight, its black body looked more like a coal ball. Faintly, Bai Yao seemed to smell the scent of alcohol.

Its body also seemed to be twice as large as yesterday, visibly visible to the naked eye.

Bai Yao didn't know if she had fed the cat the wrong food and that made it sick.

It seemed to be dying, and its body gave off a fermented smell.

Bai Yao was a little sad. After all, this was the first food reserve she had picked up. She had only raised it for one day, but it died!

She washed up, changed into a green vest and denim shorts, put on some sun protection, and put on a white sun-protective jacket. She got off the cruise ship with her suitcase and walked to the shore.

The sea water was still a little cold in the morning. She walked barefoot on the soft sand and couldn't help but recall the joy she felt when she discovered it yesterday.

Bai Yao squatted down, put the box on the ground, took out the soft little octopus from it, touched its drooping head, and said in a muffled voice: "If I hadn't picked you up, maybe you could have lived longer."

The little octopus was in low spirits and could not give any response.

Bai Yao sighed, put down her hand, and threw it into the sea.

The little octopus lay on the fine sand in the water, moved its head slightly, and one of its tentacle slightly raised up, but was quickly knocked down by the water flow.

It was picked up again and placed in a shell on the sand, where it merged into the water along with the shell, as if it were lying in a coffin.

Bai Yao finally touched its head and said, "Although our fate was only a short day and night, I will always remember you."

Washed by the sea water, it regained some energy and opened its red eyes. It saw the girl's receding figure. Its gem-like eyes were filled with drunkenness and its head trembled as if it had a burp.

It didn't understand why she said yesterday that she would take good care of it, and just now said that she would never forget it, but just left it here alone.

The tentacles gradually regained their vitality and supported the body. It raised its head, wrapped its two tentacles around the shell, and dragged the shell with it as it struggled out of the water. It crawled slowly and with difficulty towards the direction of the footprints that had not yet been swallowed by the water.

This journey is certainly dangerous.

There are turtles basking in the sun blocking the way, and seabirds circling in the sky, waiting to grab some tasty prey with their sharp claws.

The little octopus tried very hard, dragging its shell bed and bypassing the turtles that blocked its way. It was carried back into the water by the waves, and then quickly climbed out of the water and returned to the starting point. The footprints on the shore disappeared, and there was a bit of grievance in its red eyes.

Just at this moment, a seabird flying in the sky stared at the black prey, swooped down immediately, and grabbed the black round head with one claw.

The side effects of alcohol were too strong and suppressed its strength. Its tentacles flew everywhere and the shell bed fell to the ground, but the claws that were about to sink into its head were so powerful that it could not break free.

Just as the bird was about to take off, someone shouted, "Fuck it, let it go!"

Bai Yao, who had returned, pounced over and knocked the half-man-high seabird to the ground. Of course, wild seabirds are not to be trifled with. They used their sharp beaks and claws to attack. Bai Yao grabbed a slipper and fought back fiercely without caring about her image.

All of a sudden, the bird's wings flapped and feathers fell all over the ground.

Bai Yao had disheveled hair and looked ferocious, like a mad woman.

The small black octopus fell on Bai Yao's face, and its tentacles were almost all wrapped around her head.

It raised its head high, its body expanded and split, and suddenly opened its bloody mouth full of serrations, roaring at a frequency that humans could not receive. The surrounding animals immediately fled in panic.

The seabird, which had become much bald, jumped back a few steps, quickly spread its wings, and flew away without looking back.

Bai Yao tried hard several times before she finally pulled the black creature off her face. She was panting and happened to meet its eyes.

The little octopus tilted its head and blinked, being very well-behaved.