"Fart!" Fang Daichuan turned his head and yelled, "Isn't it over with such a thing? The boss inside has come out? Really **** it. Why does Niu Xinyan know if there is a boss inside? Don’t you find a low-key player who has a boss? Do you think I’m stupid?”

Du Wei raised his head and laughed, his face cast over by the rainstorm. He seemed to hear some terrible joke, and he couldn't catch his breath. Fang Daichuan was furious with his laugh, his eyes were sharp as a knife, and he stared at him.

After a while, Du Wei laughed and stopped. He clutched his stomach and said in a low voice: "Do you believe it or not, is it important?"

Fang Daichuan gritted his teeth.

"Whether the boss has an insider or not is not important. Whether Niu Xinyan has evidence is not important. Believe it or not, it is not important. The important thing is I believe, Chen Huixin, Yang Songxin, as for Ding Zihui, if you have a chance to see her alive, You might as well ask, believe it or not?"

Fang Daichuan's heart drowned to the bottom of the sea in an instant.

Good means. Li Sinian sighed with emotion. After death, he can still use a sentence that is difficult to distinguish between true and false to drag himself into such a situation. Li Sinian also had to admire Niu Xinyan's ability.

Fang Daichuan didn't have the kind of sympathy he had. He gritted his teeth, his jaw line was so tight, he wished to go back to the reef group and drag Niu Xinyan's body into the sea to feed the fish. A plausible lie, mixed with many truths, was in exchange for the waste of the peace day that Li Si Nian had put together in a few days, and it was completely wrong to pay for his struggle for perfection.

He wanted to say something more, but Li Sinian pulled his wrist, dragged him, and continued to walk up the mountain.

Fang Daichuan hesitated in his footsteps.

"If I die... you remember to take my pen and notebook, there are some things in the notebook, you remember to read it."

Farther and farther away from Du Wei, Li Sinian suddenly spoke.

His sudden assumption was so true that Fang Daichuan shivered severely.

"Don't be afraid," Li Sinian felt the instantaneous cold temperature at his fingertips. He randomly found a tree, pushed Fang Daichuan to the trunk, pressed his eyes tightly, and coaxed in a low voice, "In any case, I will let you live, trust me."

A strange sense of ominousness enveloped Fang Daichuan's heart. He jumped up suddenly, hugged Li Sinian's neck, and put his forehead on his shoulder: "Living together! We two, together."

Li Sinian was taken aback. He turned his head slightly, rubbed his lips against his temples, and gave a dry, light kiss.

He seemed to smile, and agreed in Fang Daichuan's ear: "Okay."

"After we go back, would you like to sit at my house? My friends are all very easy to get along with, and they will also be very happy. I have one more friend like you..." Fang Daichuan's voice was buried on the side of Li Sinian's neck. He smelled the aftershave on the other party, the freshness of the front notes had disappeared, and only the flint and cedar in the back notes were surging and dangerous.

The smell will not dissipate in the rain.

Li Sinian promised: "Good."

"Let's eat raw oysters and drink Tsingtao beer. If you like, I can accompany you to the Arctic Village to see the aurora." Fang Daichuan said, sniffing, pitifully.

Li Sinian replied: "Good."

The rain is getting tighter.

The sound of rain concealed a lot of traces, and it also made it impossible for those who fled to take care of the traces left on the ground. Mud footprints, crushed grass, and broken branches and leaves clumped together, in front of the careful mercenaries, all directional clues. However, when Fang Daichuan and Li Sinian rushed to the back mountain gorge following the traces, Ding Zihui and Yang Song had completely disappeared.

Fang Daichuan glanced into the gap with his probe: "Did they fall?"

The gap is bottomless, and trees grow savagely from the ground, the cage gloomily covers a day, the opening of the crack seems to have opened an ugly scar on the island, the scar is bulging, and I don’t know how much it is flowing. Maggots.

Li Sinian circled around the crack opening and looked closely at the bushes on the edge. The little red fruit with no name hangs upside down on the branches of the bush, I wonder if I can eat it.

"There is no trace of rolling down," Li Sinian said, "I'm looking for it nearby. Be careful. Ding Zihui seems to have tools like bows and crossbows in his hand, which can shoot syringes."

Fang Daichuan glanced around: "There is no suitable place to ambush nearby, and the rain is too heavy."

Fang Daichuan remembered that Ding Zihui first smiled at him when he came to this island on the first day. What did Ding Zihui think at that time? Is it kindness to strangers, or, as she said, is it implying something? In just four or five days, the soft girl turned out like this. Is this what the boss wants to see?

Fang Daichuan's heart surged with anger and some inexplicable sadness.

"Here!" Li Sinian greeted from a distance.

Fang Daichuan shuddered and ran two steps in his direction. However, he stopped suddenly.

Is Ding Zihui dead? That girl?

He saw Li Sinian standing in a thicket of grass, bending over to test the breath of people on the ground. The figure of the person lying on the ground is hidden in the grass, and it is not clear to see, only the exquisite curve can be seen as a girl.

Of course she is a girl. Fang Daichuan smiled bitterly at his ability to vent his thoughts at a critical juncture. There are only three living men on this island, and Du Wei is behind them.

"She's still alive!" Li Sinian called.

Fang Daichuan gasped for a breath blocked in front of his chest, his scalp tightened, as if he had been drowning for a long time and finally came into contact with the thin air.

"How is she?" He hurried forward.

Not Ding Zihui.

It's Yang Song.

The breath that Fang Daichuan had just breathed disappeared instantly. Leng Yu fell down his hair, slid from the neckline to his waist, his clammy touch made him shiver.

"Why... is it you?" He was dumbfounded.

Yang Song's face was pale, his face was radiant, and he didn't know whether it was rain or sweat. She was holding a few tubes of empty poison in her hand, covering her shoulder with the other hand, and staring at the sky blankly.

Li Sinian opened her arm, and there was an injection spot on her left shoulder. The blood was not scabs, and the yellowish tissue fluid dripped down.

A needle tube fell on the side.

Li Sinian picked it up and looked at it, the same as the one that ambushed him.

"This is... what's going on?" Fang Daichuan was stunned. He stared at Yang Song Dama and went out with a golden sword. He carried three bottles of poison left by Niu Xinyan to chase Ding Zihui. He was ready to see Ding Zihui. The corpse was prepared on the spot, who would have thought that the last person lying here was Yang Song.

Yang Song took two hard breaths, with wet cheeks, running down his side. Fang Daichuan saw it clearly this time, with tears on her face.

"Do you have an antidote...Help me..." Yang Song held Fang Daichuan's clothes in despair. She was already beginning to feel the pain and her breathing was not smooth.

Fang Daichuan knelt down following her strength and looked at Li Sinian for help.

Li Sinian sighed and looked away.

"Help me...please..." Yang Song cried, "I don't want to die, I really don't want to die..." The desire to survive drove her, and her hand became so strong that she was pinching tightly. The corner of Fang Daichuan's placket.

Fang Daichuan half embraced her, putting his fingers weakly on her shoulders: "I have... used it for Li Sinian..."

"Please!" Yang Song interrupted him, shook his head and refused to listen to his explanation. He seemed to be her only straw.

Fang Daichuan was cruel and closed his eyes and said desperately: "I'm sorry...I can't save you."

Yang Song opened his eyes in despair. Fang Daichuan couldn't bear to look at her expression and avoided her head.

He did not see that Yang Song's original clear eyes gradually became muddy and cold. She stared at Fang Daichuan, groping with her right hand on the ground, and touched the syringe that had been inserted into her shoulder.

"Just... die together... die together!" She shook her head, cried and raised her arms high, and slammed Fang Daichuan to support her arm!