NOVPUB"Are we staying here to die, or do we head into the woods? Make your choice," Wu Bin said and took the lead into the woods.
Zhu Ling naturally followed, always sticking by Wu Bin wherever he went.
He Bingbing also followed with her cameraman, trusting Wu Bin’s judgment.
Han Jiaoyan was about to follow suit when Dong Yue grabbed her.
"Jiaoyan, you can’t be serious about going into the woods with him? Dressed like this, we’re sure to get hurt," Dong Yue complained.
Her best friend had many good qualities, but she was just too pampered.
Seeing that Dong Yue hadn’t grasped the severity of the situation, Han Jiaoyan patiently said, "Dong Yue, this isn’t the time to be choosy. You’ve seen what those people are capable of. Do you want to get stabbed to death with their sticks?"
"I know Wu Bin well. Even though he might be a bit physically weak, his mind is definitely sharp enough. We’ll be safe if we stick with him," said Han Jiaoyan assuredly.
Realizing Wu Bin and the others were moving further away, Han Jiaoyan, pulling an unwilling Dong Yue, hurriedly followed them.
Just as Dong Yue had predicted, they were all dressed in swimsuits, wearing flip-flops, and most of their skin was exposed.
It never seemed a big deal when they were dressed in regular clothes, merely considering it as just a piece of fabric offering no real protection.
But now, moving through the woods, they realized the importance of clothing.
The live stream viewers felt very sorry seeing these beautiful women getting scratched all over.
"Their skin is too delicate, just a mere brush against a branch and they’re bleeding. With so many cuts, it must be so painful," one viewer commented.
"I’ve tried it before and honestly, slightly bigger wounds are not as painful. It’s these long, thin cuts that really make you feel the most pain," another viewer added.
"True, I have been cut by sharp paper before, and just thinking about that pain gives me goosebumps. It hurts all day long," another shared.
"More frightening than the pain is the possibility of an infection, right? If their wounds become infected, I doubt they could last a day on this island," another discussed.
Under Wu Bin’s lead, the group reached a sunken hollow in the ground.
There was no water in the hollow and the ground was quite dry, plus there were a few rocks they could sit on to rest.
"Alright, let’s rest here for now," Wu Bin said.
Looking at He Bingbing, he said, "We should be safe here for the moment. Let’s call for help quickly."
He Bingbing nodded, took out her phone to make the call, when suddenly a thunderous roar came from the sky, as if it was thunder.
As the thunder roared, He Bingbing discovered her phone had lost its signal.
Not only that, the live stream was also interrupted!
"Does anyone else have a phone? Why is there no signal?"
Song Bing took out his phone and checked, only to find, like He Bingbing, that there was no signal whatsoever.
"That’s impossible. We just had a good signal a moment ago. How can it suddenly be completely gone?"
Zhu Ling, gazing at the clouds gathering in the sky, whispered to Wu Bin, "Brother, there’s the presence of the Dragon Clan."
Upon hearing Zhu Ling say this, Wu Bin’s heart sank immediately.
The Dragon Clan on this island?
If that was true, it would explain everything.
After all, the ones chasing them had been Dragon Slaves.
Dragon Slaves are generally composed of Funerary Servants.
Some of them were soldiers, some were workers, and some were just slaves.
Some might have willingly become Dragon Slaves, but many more were bound by the curse of the Dragon Clan, and thus had no choice but to serve the slumbering dragons.
Wu Bin deduced that there must be a slumbering dragon on this island.
The Dong family had bought the rights to this island without knowing anything, and then during the development process, they mistakenly entered forbidden territory, thus provoking the backlash from the Dragon Slaves.
But all this was too coincidental.
He had just arrived on this small island today to have fun, and this happened?
He didn’t know whether to call himself unlucky or lucky.
"Can you tell from the aura what kind of dragon it is?"
Zhu Ling sniffed and tilted her head, thinking for a while before saying, "It feels like a Barbaric Dragon, a kind of dragon that doesn’t have much of a brain."
"However, a Barbaric Dragon’s strength is great and its destructive power is strong. If it’s a Barbaric Dragon in a rage, most of the Dragon Clan would avoid its edge and wouldn’t possibly confront it head-on."
Hearing Zhu Ling say this, Wu Bin felt an even bigger headache.
A brute of a dragon, huh?
Wu Bin was afraid of meeting this kind of brute, who didn’t reason and just outright crushed you with overwhelming power.
"Is there a difference between Dragon Slaves, or are they all the same?"
This question made Zhu Ling pause.
Zhu Ling tilted her head and thought for a while before saying, "Dragon Slaves are rather low-level; their strengths are roughly the same, similar to foot soldiers."
"But because each dragon’s bloodline power is different, the foot soldiers under their command might vary slightly."
Wu Bin gave Zhu Ling a look, feeling that the statement was equivalent to saying nothing.
Wu Bin had wanted to try and find a weakness of the Dragon Slaves based on the characteristics of the Barbaric Dragon.
But now it seemed that this method was not feasible.
Wu Bin looked at the exhausted crowd and cheered them up, saying, "Don’t lose heart, everyone. At least while this was happening, my live stream was still on."
"There are so many people in my live stream; someone will definitely call the police for us. We just need to wait patiently for rescue."
Everyone understood the reasoning, but right now everyone was very tired and very scared.
Ding Shan said with a somewhat pale face, "What exactly are those things? They’re all wrapped in bandages, looking just like mummies. Have killers become this perverse now?"
Cai Han shook her head.
"I don’t think they’re killers. Killers always operate alone; how could they appear in groups?"
"And what era is this? They’re still using cold weapons, I think they’re just a bunch of murderers!"
Wu Bin had a headache.
"Is there any difference between a killer and a murderer? Instead of debating this, you all might as well rest a bit and conserve your energy."
Just as Wu Bin finished speaking, there was a rustle from the bushes nearby, as if something was coming their way.
Without a word, Wu Bin exchanged for "Bear Grylls’ Dagger" from the system, holding it in his hand, his gaze fixed ahead.
Just as Wu Bin thought it was a Dragon Slave sneaking over, a familiar face appeared before everyone.
"Dong Wu, why is it you?"
Everyone was surprised, because behind Dong Wu followed a dozen of his friends.
