Chapter 414: People on the Island

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Because Ye Mo asked, Eden, thinking Ye Mo doubted him, added reassuringly, “Yes, there were two ships with sails, and a huge upside-down skull was at the head of each.”

Ye Mo picked up the radar and asked, “Do you know how to use this?”

Eden nodded. “Yes, this is a US military SY923 radar. I used one in the army. It’s a bit old, but it works.”

Ye Mo, surprised Eden had served in the army, tossed the radar to him, saying, “Take me to where the Bema was hijacked. I want to see it.”

“What? You want us to go there?” Eden stared at Ye Mo in shock. It was suicide. They were unarmed. Death was the likely outcome if they looked for those pirates.

Ye Mo saw the fear on Eden’s face. “If we go now, the pirates will be gone. What are you afraid of? If you’re afraid, stay. There’s food on the ship; take what you can carry. But I’m going.”

Eden looked at the small life raft. He knew no amount of food would save him. A few extra days, at most.

“Okay, I’ll take you,” Eden said helplessly.

Ye Mo nodded approvingly. Eden wasn’t a bad person. He was 1.9 meters tall and powerfully built, yet he hadn’t tried to force Ye Mo off the boat. Ye Mo knew Eden hadn’t even considered it. He was good-natured. In Ye Mo’s place, he wouldn't have killed Eden, but he would have at least knocked him out. A cultivator from Luo Yue continent would have killed Eden and taken the boat.

Ye Mo gave Eden the radar and let him navigate. He’d saved Eden’s life; now Eden needed to repay the favor. Luckily, Eden didn’t disappoint him.

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On the sulfur island, Ning Qingxue ran. A large lake appeared, its clear water steaming like a hot spring.

Looking back, the eerie bone ship was obscured.

She stared at the island’s center. The sulfur smell intensified. Ning Qingxue’s heart skipped a beat; it was an active volcano. Living here was like living on a bomb, but she had no choice.

She walked to the lake. The water was lukewarm, and fresh. She drank some.

Joyful, Ning Qingxue, no longer afraid, quickly undressed and jumped in. The days on the glacier had been unbearable. Hygienic by nature, the lack of bathing had been torturous.

After showering, she washed her clothes and practiced meridian cycles by the lake; the water on her clothes evaporated.

Feeling refreshed, she picked up her bag, searching for shelter near the lake. Though other places existed beyond it, the hot spring intrigued her. Without another freshwater source, she’d have to return daily.

After a long search, she found a small cave in the hills. She didn't know what animal had made it, but it was clean and spacious. A large rock concealed the well-hidden cave. The only drawback: she could still see the ship.

But it was the best option. She cleaned the cave and used her dagger to cut branches, blocking the entrance.

Once settled, she lay down on a large rock. She hadn’t slept in days. Without cultivation, she might have gone mad.

She soon fell asleep, exhausted. She thought she saw a black figure dash past, but her vision was blurry.

This woke her instantly. She grabbed her gun; the shadow vanished.

No longer tired, she wondered what it had been. She cautiously went to the cave entrance. The sun was up; she’d slept over ten hours. The fog blurred the island.

Was she hallucinating again? she murmured.

She checked the branches; they hadn’t been moved. She touched the necklace on her chest. Did it save her again?

Unsure if the shadow was real, she dared not sleep. She checked the surroundings.

As she stepped outside, a loud shriek pierced the island’s silence. Ning Qingxue, fraught with anxiety, thought the island was animal-free. She quickly sought cover, pointing her gun outward.

Two naked, black-skinned, primitive people approached, carrying wooden sticks. They wore only fish-skin skirts.

One, with large, sagging breasts, was a woman.

Primitive people. Her heart pounded. She thought of Tom Robinson’s journey. These people were nothing like Friday.

She held her breath, wondering where to go. The island was roughly 20 square kilometers. Would they eat her?

What happened next almost made her scream. The male primitive spoke to the female, who shook her head. He then helped her to the ground and flipped up her skirt.

As he began, Ning Qingxue thought of “rape.” She wasn’t afraid to die, but this was repulsive. She instinctively raised her gun, considering killing him.

But her aim was poor; she might kill the woman. She feared attracting others.

This conflict was brief. She realized her immaturity.

The woman under him flipped over and straddled him. Her actions were wilder than his. She moaned and screamed.

Ning Qingxue turned away and spat, blushing. How shameless. But thinking of them as animals, she dismissed it.

Another howl. She looked; the two separated. The howler was another male.

The newcomer seemed angered by their actions.

The woman separated the fighting men and pointed at a hacked branch. They stopped and examined it.

Ning Qingxue’s heart stopped. They were looking at the branch she’d used to block her cave.

One man touched the end, suspicious. He stood and looked toward Ning Qingxue’s hiding place.

Her heart pounded. She gripped her gun. They were coming. What should she do? Should she fire?