The most frightening thing about being trapped on an island is having no fresh water. We can’t even walk out of a few meters. If we run out of fresh water, it won’t take long before we are trapped here and die.
Ye Jin and the others could no longer sit still: "Zhao Zi, what should we do?"
I thought for a while before I said, "Don't panic yet, let's wait and see the situation tomorrow morning."
We are now trapped where we are and cannot move. If we want to break out, my strength alone is far from enough. I can only bide my time and try to see if I can meet up with Xue Wuchang and the others.
After I comforted Ye Jin, I sat on the ground with my eyes closed and rested. I slowly opened my eyes early the next morning.
The jailer who disappeared at the beach last night reappeared on the beach and began to draw squares on the ground with an iron rod. Before long, more than a dozen grid-like squares appeared on the beach.
Two jailers walked up to us and said, "Come out and follow me."
I tried to take a step forward, and the invisible wall that was blocking me disappeared somehow, and I walked out of the cell easily. The jailer took me to a square and said, "Go in, you will be in this cell from now on."
Soon after I walked into the square and sat down, the jailer brought Ye Jin over and threw him into the square next to me. Soon after, the jailers began to bring Hell Gate and Gu Piaoran's men three or four at a time, and locked us in the "cells" one by one, with seven or eight people in each square.
It was not until the guards brought Su Youran and Tong Xiaoyao over that a ghost who had not appeared last night said to the head of the prison, “Send these two to the women’s prison.”
Judging from the clothes of the ghost who gave the order, he should be the prison warden here. The so-called women's prison he mentioned was the place separated from us by a reef.
There was nothing wrong with the jailer wanting to send the man away, but he didn't expect Tong Xiaoyao to say something at this time: "Wu Zhao, you'd better give me the knife. I don't think you will live much longer."
The warden's face turned cold and he asked, "Why didn't you confiscate the prisoners' weapons?"
The prison boss was so scared that he knelt down immediately and said, "I felt that those things were useless in their hands, so I didn't..."
"Bullshit!" the prison warden cursed. "Do I need to tell you more about how to manage the prison? Don't you know whether to collect weapons or not?"
"Yes, yes, I'll take them right away..." the prison boss said sternly, "Take away everything they have, don't leave any of it behind!"
The ghost soldier took the order and walked towards me first. I quietly took out the three ghost eye coins and hid them on my body, and handed the Rakshasa and the backpack to the jailer. The jailer felt around me again, pulled out the green aphid dart on my wrist, and turned out the three ghost eye coins I hid in my sleeves, and then walked towards another person. The man subconsciously wanted to grab the dart bag on his body, but Xue Wuchang suddenly shouted before he took action: "Give him the thing."
The man hesitated for a moment before obediently handing over the things. Gu Piaoran also ordered: "Everyone, hand over the things, no resistance."
The warden saw the prison boss collect all the things and nodded with satisfaction: "Pay more attention in the future. The prison camp cannot tolerate any carelessness."
The warden walked away after saying this, but the head of the prison said gloomily, "It's all because of you bastards that I got scolded. You are not allowed to give them any water or food today!"
The prison boss left with a word and angrily left, and the jailers followed him out. Gu Piaoran, who was in the same cell with me, watched the man walk away and quickly came over: "Wu Zhao, you can calculate, how can you figure out how to break the situation?"
I said in a deep voice: "Not now, my ghost eye money has been taken away, I have to wait until I get the ghost eye money back."
Gu Piaoran shook his head and sighed, then moved back to his original position. In his opinion, I was deliberately shirking my responsibility. I don't know where the jailer took the ghost eye money. I still want to get it back, which is simply a foolish dream.
At this moment, the entire beach was filled with suffocating silence and one desperate sigh after another.
Before long, the glaring sun shone down from the sky. My whole body felt as if it was roasted by fire, and beads of sweat flowed down my forehead like water. This was just the beginning. Soon we would reach a point where there would be no more sweat to shed, and some people would inevitably become dehydrated and pass out. However, we could only grit our teeth and persevere.
When we finally made it to night, the skin burned by the sun during the day began to itch again. After just one day, some people couldn't stand it anymore and walked around in the cell, mumbling something.
Gu Piaoran came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Wu Zhao, is there really no way you can figure it out? If this continues, someone here will go crazy in less than two days. By then, even if we don't die at the hands of ghosts, we will die at the hands of madmen."
I closed my eyes and said, "Just hold on for a while, there will be a solution soon. I deliberately let someone take away the ghost eye money."
As soon as I finished speaking, Xue Wuchang and others nearby all became alert and approached me cautiously: "Do you really have a way to break the impasse?"
"Wait a little longer, don't bother me." I did deliberately remove the ghost eye money. If the ghost eye money had been embedded in the scabbard, the ghost inside would not be able to see anything clearly, and I would naturally not be able to hear any news. Only by risking exposing the ghost eye money to the other party, He Zhenzhen could send me news.
Ever since the Ghost Eye Money was taken away by the jailer, I have been trying to find a way to contact He Zhenzhen. Not long after, I heard her say, "There is a temple further in. All your things have been thrown into the temple, including your fresh water and food. Wait for me to take a look..."
"There is a pot in this temple, and there are ghosts cooking something there. It seems to be prison food..."
"There is only one statue of a ghost in the temple. Judging from his clothes, he looks like an official, wearing a green robe..."
I suddenly came to my senses. The ghost statue that He Zhenzhen was talking about should be the prison warden who appeared just now.
Now I could only hear He Zhenzhen talking, but I couldn't ask her back, so I could only wait for her to continue talking.
He Zhenzhen quickly passed on the message: "Looking out from the temple, there is a city, a very large city. There is nothing else to see."
Is there a temple
There should be temples in places where the criminal leader appears. Only when the criminal leader is worshipped will his magical power increase day by day. The criminal leader who controls this area is the prison officer worshipped in the temple.
After He Zhenzhen sent me these messages, there was no further news. I waited until the evening but there was no reply from her. Although I remained calm on the surface, my anxiety was already at a level that I could no longer control.
It was not until night fell that I spoke: "There is only one way to break the deadlock, and that is to see if you dare to bet your life. Is there anyone willing to bet his life with me?"
As soon as I finished speaking, everyone fell silent, even Gu Piaoran remained silent.
These people still have a bit of a lucky mentality. Unless they are pushed into a desperate situation, no one is willing to risk their lives.
I simply ignored them and closed my eyes again. After a while, a jailer came in and threw a broken bowl in front of each of us, and another jailer holding a bucket poured the paste into our bowls one by one.
I stirred the porridge with my hands and fished out a few pieces of beef jerky: "This is the food we brought with us. You should know how long the fresh water and food we brought can last. If we don't gamble now, we will run out of food in two days and we won't be able to gamble our lives."
My words were very clear, but no one responded to me. Everyone just kept their heads down drinking porridge and didn't even look at me.
Some things really can't be forced. What else can I do except lower my head and drink my porridge
I hadn't finished the bowl of porridge in my hand when the prison boss and the jailer came in. The prison boss looked around us and pointed at a burly sailor: "That's it."
The man turned pale with fear: "What are you going to do? What for?"
"I'll treat you to a meal." A jailer grinned and dragged the man out of the "cell" without saying anything.
Another jailer kicked an iron basin filled with compressed biscuits in front of the man: "Eat!"
“No, no…” As soon as the man waved his hands, he was pressed to the ground by the jailer, who grabbed the compressed biscuits in the basin and stuffed them into his mouth. When he could not take any more, he opened a bottle of mineral water and poured it into the man’s stomach, then blocked his mouth with a cloth strip.
The jailer then waved his hand and said, "Get on the mat."
The two jailers took out a straw mat from somewhere and wrapped the man tightly. After tying him up with a rope, they brought two sacks full of sand and pressed them on the man.
The jailer waved his hand and said, "Light some incense and place your bets. I'll bet two sticks."
"I'll bet on one stick of incense."
"I'll also bet on a stick of incense..."
I looked at the jailers and saw a hint of murderous intent in my eyes. They were betting on a person's life, betting on how long that person could live.
One stick of incense is only about half an hour in today's time, but this short stick of incense is like a year for anyone. Although the sailor who was pressed by the sandbag could not make a sound, his head could move back and forth. When the man turned his face towards us desperately, his whole face was suffocated and turned purple, and his eyeballs gradually bulged out of his eye sockets. Blood soon choked out of his nose with his breathing, and blood began to gradually appear on his eyeballs that were half bulging out of the eye sockets...
Suddenly, the man stiffened his body, two lines of blood spurted out from the corners of his eyes, and he turned his head away with his eyes wide open. The jailer couldn't help but curse, "What a damn bad luck! It hasn't even been an incense stick of time yet! Come again! This time I choose him."
The prison boss suddenly pointed his finger at the tip of my nose. (To be continued)