They were about to return to the island, and those who went out were very happy. But as they approached the island, everyone smelled an overwhelming scent of blood. The waters were filled with prowling sharks, and the sea was bloodstained red.
"What's going on?"
"Why is the island so quiet?"
At this hour, it was the usual cooking time, the island should be filled with smoke from cooking fires. But now, why was it so deadly silent?
Usually when they returned, the islanders would notice them from afar and greet them at the dock.
Yet today, there wasn't a soul in the direction of the dock.
Chuzheng got the news and ordered the boat to be stopped first.
"Island Master... it seems there's no one left on the island." The nearby waters were filled with blood, attracting these many sharks. What does this mean?
Everyone dared not think deeply. Aside from fear, there was only panic left in their hearts.
