One Hundred Days on an Uninhabited Island

"Ho~ho~ho~"

The panting breath was hurried in the quiet jungle, and the panicked footsteps were chaotic, like an ax wielding in the hand, chaotic and chaotic, only staggering forward, forward, and forward.

In the fear of turning around from time to time, I can vaguely see two rapidly approaching black shadows engraved in the pupils, chasing after them like shadows.

"what!"

Turning around again, a vine tripped him and staggered, and he fell on the ground in a panic, his glasses fell from the bridge of his nose.

He didn't have time to pick it up, and his hurried steps got closer.

Turning around subconsciously, the fierce figure occupied his pupils like a demon god descending from heaven, and fear filled his eyes instantly.

"Don't come here! Don't come here! Don't come here!!"

The blunt lights staggered, and they fell to the ground with a wailing groan accompanied by a muffled sound.

After kicking its limbs twice, it turned back to its companion, bared its yellow and white teeth, grinned at him, and blood dripped from its cheek and from its right foreleg.

"Woo... woof! woof woof! woof!"

Its companion roared angrily at the man twice, but didn't move forward, but bent over vigilantly, as if looking for an opportunity to attack.

The man panted heavily, and seeing the two dogs that had stopped attacking him, he gripped the handle of the ax tightly, and slowly stood up while supporting the tree.

The injured dog stepped back slightly, looking at the ax in the man's hand with fear in his eyes.

Stretching his left hand to the side of his right leg, he felt a sharp pain in his heart. The man looked down at the sore spot in his eyes. His pants were scratched, and there were mud mixed in the wound, staining the blood black.

The man looked at the wound, his fear continued to spread, and his clenched hands trembled more obviously, as if the ax was about to fall in the next second.

The hound saw the trembling, and the blood splashed from the ax seemed to stimulate them. The hound let out a low growl, and rushed over.

The man's pupils widened, he instinctively flung himself away, and rolled aside in embarrassment.

Before he could get up in time, the injured hound, the hound's companion, rushed over.

The left arm firmly resisted.

Blood splashed on his face, and the thick blood was mixed with the foul-smelling saliva that fell from between his teeth.

The man tried to open the distance, but the disparity in strength made the distance closer and closer, his breath hit his face, and he could even see the frightened, dirty, sloppy, and embarrassed self in the hound's pupils.

"no no……"

The man let go of the axe, grabbed his hair indiscriminately, and muttered incoherently while facing the eyes that were staring fiercely at him.

"Don't mess...you can't mess...you'll be looked down upon..."

"I'll be fine soon, I'll be fine soon, I won't be laughed at."

"You are not humble at all..."

"Someday it will make them look good!"

Seemingly satisfied, the man suddenly smiled.

"Hehe...hehe..."

A strange laugh fell into the hound's ears, its wide-open mouth closed, and the paw on the man's shoulder retracted at the same time.

It retreats.

Just as he was about to retract his neck, the man's hand suddenly grabbed its neck, and his frightened eyes became sharp.

"I can't die...I don't want to die...I want to live, I want to go back alive."

"You, you must die! You all must die! None of you can leave here alive...except me, only me!"

"Dead! Die!"

The hound whimpered and struggled, but couldn't break free from the hand of the man who didn't know where the strength came from.

The vigilant companion saw the hound's struggle, spread his limbs and howled towards the man.

"Go away!"

The ax suddenly grabbed cut through the air, and the blunt, rusty ax edge swung from the hound's throat cut the frail throat of the hound. The warm bright red splashed like a fountain, and a little blood splashed onto the man's face, making him The distorted face was even more ferocious.

With a muffled sound, the hunting dog fell to the ground, blood flowing like a stream, and the limbs that had begun to be replaced by ice twitched twice, and the still blinking eyes seemed to reveal disbelief.

The injured hound saw his companion fall, and struggled more intensely. The sharp nails left several scratches on the man.The man suffered from pain, but he never let go of the hand that pinched the hound's neck.

Looking at the wound on the hound's right foreleg, the man's sharp eyes changed.

Fear, apology, longing... Several emotions mixed together into a madness.

The man suddenly grinned again, this time the smile was not only weird but also creepy.

Not only humans, but also dogs. Their senses are more acute than humans, and their perception of danger is not comparable to humans' slow neural responses.

The whimpering became frightened with the struggle.

The man remained indifferent, let go of the ax with his right hand, grabbed the hound by the neck, and slowly approached him with it.

"Hey...meat...meat..."

As if his identity was reversed, the man showed the same movements as the hound just now.

The open teeth are not as yellow as a hunting dog, nor are they as sharp as tearing apart other life, they are so smooth that they are not threatening in normal times.

But at this moment, this smoothness made the hound feel the fear of imminent death.

It wanted to escape, but the force on its neck made it unable to break free. Even at this moment, its limbs were unable to struggle, and its pupils gradually dilated.

"meat!"

The man let go of his left hand, grabbed the hound's hanging right foreleg, and opened his mouth.

After a while, there was a strange sound of laughing but not laughing, crying and smirking in the suddenly quiet forest, mixed with the horror of being torn and chewed.

……

"Just here. The terrain here is not steep, the soil is firm, and the space is spacious, ventilated, and bright."

The old man used a wooden stick to draw a large circle in an open space, drawing most of the nearby space into it.

Wen Siqi reckoned that in such a large space, they would each lie in a bed, and there would still be a spacious path for Wen Suiyun and Ye Yajie to add Wang Zhenzhen, and the three of them would scurry around.

After pondering for a while, Wen Siqi said: "Grandpa, let's build a shelter with a smaller area first. It must take a long time to build such a large shelter. Granny and the others are still waiting for us to go back."

The old man hesitated.

What Wen Siqi said is very reasonable. It is more important for them to rush to build a shelter suitable for them, rather than thinking about how to build a better and more comfortable house.

But I can't bear it.

The old man looked at the drawn area reluctantly.

Just as he was about to redraw the measurement, Qingyue's voice interrupted the action.

"I don't think it needs to be changed, just build this area, make it simple, and rebuild it slowly when you have time later."

Jiang Xinran objected, glanced at Wen Siqi and continued: "Since we are in a hurry, it is enough for the shelter to provide shelter from wind and rain and be strong enough. The size is not a matter of time for us, but whether the selected wood is suitable for construction."

"Also, the wood you build doesn't need to be too tall or too big, as long as it's the right length."

Reasonable, reasonable.

The old man nodded again and again, Wang Zhenzhen folded his hands and remained silent, Wen Siqi didn't rush to refute, but thought for a while according to Jiang Xinran's suggestion, felt that the proposal might be feasible, and agreed.

The old man immediately excitedly began to plan the general structure on the ground.

Listening to the old man's lively explanation, Jiang Xinran secretly glanced at Wen Siqi who was listening, curled the corners of her mouth, and listened calmly again.

Wang Zhenzhen glanced at him, rolled his eyes, and squatted down, holding his chin, to listen to the old man talking.

What kind of shelter will be built, the old man drew a sketch on the beach yesterday, and explained it in detail.However, after the on-site inspection, the old man completely overturned the previous sketch.

The height of the shelter has been raised, a balcony for rest is extended on the right side of the main entrance, a semi-exposed kitchen for cooking and cooking is extended in front of the left side, and there is a corridor leading from the door to the balcony and kitchen.

Looking at the sketch at first glance, and listening to the old man's vivid description, Wang Zhenzhen, who didn't have much expectation for the shelter, didn't consciously look forward to the moment when the house took shape.

Of course, what they want to build now is still far from the final appearance described by the old man.

After hastily eating lunch, the four of them started to act.

First of all, the supporting pillars that support the house must be strong and stable. The wood used must not be pinched with two hands together, at least one more hand is required.

There is nothing else on the island, but there are many trees, from high to low, from thick to thin, whether it is to make columns, beams or walls, you can find materials here.

Wang Zhenzhen and Jiang Xinran took axes and saws to cut trees, and Wen Siqi pulled some vines nearby to make ropes for tying them. The old man used shovels and wooden sticks to dig holes for pillars in the planned ground.

For a whole afternoon, the sound of logging, digging, and pulling continued, spreading farther and farther in the quiet and empty jungle, drifting farther through the jungle and across the stream, and drifted into the stumbled ears.

Walking corpse-like pace suddenly stopped, hearing the strange voice, the dim eyes raised blankly.

Looking around, he shuddered suddenly, his blood-stained face instantly turned ferocious, and he waved the ax indiscriminately.

"Don't come here...don't come here...don't come here!"

Like a lunatic, the sharp steps were brought into the stream by the swinging axe, and he fell to the ground.

The stream water washes away the coagulated blood and washes away the stained hair.The icy stream seemed to have cooled his frenzied nerves, and he calmed down, listening to the strange noise quietly.

The stream was bubbling, and he knelt in the water and closed his eyes to listen.The sound of water, wind, birds, rustling of leaves... Rhythmic, unfamiliar strange sounds, the corners of his drooping mouth slightly raised, he smiled.

Dropping his shoulders, slightly bending his back, sitting in the water, he tilted his head slightly, smiled and nodded.

Suddenly, the strange sound stopped, and then there was a loud crash of falling to the ground. He was startled, subconsciously clenched the ax tightly in front of him, and looked around vigilantly.

The sound stopped, and it didn't come up again for a long time. He hesitated, and walked carefully and slowly in the direction of the loud noise.

Over the creek, through the bushes, all the way forward, only the jungle with the sound of my own footsteps came to the conversation.

"This tree is too long, I will saw some off later, and the sawn-off part will be used as a seat."

"Approximately how much will be sawn off?"

"Let's just saw so much first."

"Okay, Grandpa."

He poked his head out from behind a bush. In front of his vision, there was a woman sawing a tree, and an old man crouched in front of a fallen tree and gestured to another woman.

The woman's back was turned to him, and he couldn't see her face, but he remembered the voice, the one who wounded him with an arrow.

I raised my hand to feel under the left collarbone. There was a small hole in the clothes, and the surroundings seemed to have been washed, but the washing was not clean, and there were some marks of being dyed.

He looked at the small hole, and felt a familiar pain from drilling. His calm eyes filled with annoyance, and he stared at the woman who turned her back.

"Everyone, drink some water and rest."

Another voice came, carrying a basket on his back, limping into his field of vision with a smile on his face.

"That's right, drink water first, then eat something before you have the strength to work again."

"Grandfather, you should drink more."

"Eh, fine."

He squatted behind the bushes, watching them sitting on the fallen tree trunk, drinking and eating and chatting, very happy, very happy...

why...

Why can you laugh!Can laugh so happily!

Why should I live like a stray dog!

Why can you live so comfortably, but I have to live in such a mess and humble...

Why!Why!Why!

"Who!"

The light drink was like thunder, and it landed on his heart and trembled. His anger turned into panic in an instant, and he ran away.

Like a dog scurrying from far away.

Jiang Xinran had no choice but to put down the bow she had just grabbed.

Wang Zhenzhen clenched the handle of the ax and leaned in front of him.

The old man had just grabbed the shovel.

Wen Siqi's brows were tightly furrowed, locked in worry.