Chapter 186

The golden shore was permeated with a slightly fishy sea scent.

The beach was fine and soft, the water surface was sparkling, the shadows of coconut trees were elongated by the sunlight, and the shore was covered with countless weeds, piled with much trash washed up by the waves...

This was a standard abandoned small island.

But the scenery was indeed quite nice.

"Although Wonder Island is not large, it has everything it needs: a hospital, a shopping mall, restaurants, hotel buildings, a small casino..."

"This is simply a micro-town belonging to our Yan family!"

Under Yan Ting's narration.

The story of Wonder Island unfolded before everyone.

Originally, there was only a small village on the island, but later, almost everyone in the village died due to a plague, leaving only the Yan family alive, so this island became the ancestral property of the Yan family.

After generations of management, this small island became a famous vacation resort.

Speaking of this.

The pride on Yan Ting's face disappeared, replaced by a touch of gloom.

"Ten years ago, a bloody case occurred on Wonder Island."

"Dozens of people died on the island for no apparent reason, including my grandfather and father..."

"The details of this case have not been disclosed to the public to this day, and even I only know that the murderer has not been caught yet, and since then, this island has been forbidden to enter."

"Over these years, I have been trying to lift the ban and return Wonder Island to the Yan family, but all my appeals have fallen on deaf ears."

"Until a month ago, I received a reply."

"If I want to get Wonder Island back, I must bring people to live safely on this island for five days, and with the evidence of these five days, prove to the world that Wonder Island is safe and that a bloody case like the one ten years ago will not happen again."

"And you... are the professionals I hired through a broker."

After Yan Ting finished explaining.

Wu Xian sneered, his heart full of the desire to complain.

A rich second-generation heir wants to film a reality show to get his family property back?

This is too ridiculous!

There were simply too many suspicious points in Yan Ting's words to count.

Was it necessary to seal off an ordinary bloody case so tightly?

Was it necessary to send people over in shipping containers?

Why were they armed with live ammunition?

Before Wu Xian could refute.

A short-haired woman with a proper figure and appearance raised her hand; she was wearing a tea-colored ladies' suit, followed by a sturdy photographer.

"You said hired?"

"I am Yan Bingbing, a reporter for the Morning and Evening Daily. We went to great lengths to be allowed to enter the island to film, and we never received any money from you at all!"

Another disheveled old man stood out.

"I am the spiritualist Zhu Shuhui. You may have read my works; I want to prove the existence of ghosts... I paid seventy thousand yuan to be allowed to come to Wonder Island to investigate."

"I heard..."

Everyone said a word or two.

As they spoke, they all felt that something was wrong.

Their reasons for entering the island were all different, but one thing was the same: they had all been kept in the dark about certain information and were sent to Wonder Island on the same day!

What purpose did the person who planned all this want to achieve?

Just thinking about it made everyone feel a chill.

However, this fact was quite convenient for Wu Xian and the others; they all pretended to know nothing and blended into the panicked indigenous people.

Yan Ting panicked and opened his satellite phone, looking like he regretted it and wanted to call the ship back.

But the phone automatically went on speakerphone.

A voice that sounded like a child's came from inside.

"Wonder Island... welcome... you!"

"Camera, like... ten photos, let you... static, static."

This voice was sharp and eerie, like fingernails scratching on tin.

Although it was daytime, everyone who heard this voice felt inexplicably panicked, as if they had fallen into an abyss.

The satellite phone couldn't get through; they had lost their channel of communication with the outside world, and the voice from the phone guided things in an even more eerie direction.

Everyone looked at each other, their faces filled with unease.

Reporter Yan Bingbing said with a tremble: "Rumor has it that the murderer in the Wonder Island bloody case ten years ago was not human... but a ghost!"

Spiritualist Zhu Shuhui nodded: "That is exactly why I came to Wonder Island."

A ghost...

The thirty-plus people present all shivered in unison.

After the initial panic.

Everyone calmed down.

Now, their only hope of leaving Wonder Island was the cargo ship that might return in five days. If the cargo ship didn't come, they would have to build a raft themselves, but everyone knew how low the survival rate would be.

Yan Ting had packed the third container full of supplies.

Inside were tarpaulins, fuel, various tools, small generators, and enough food for over thirty people for more than ten days.

Everyone worked together and finally brought all the supplies to the center of the island, the first floor of the hotel lobby, before dark, and lit a bonfire.

Since everyone was unfamiliar with each other.

So, while heating up the food, Yan Ting organized everyone to introduce themselves again.

After this introduction.

Wu Xian finally had a basic understanding of everyone.

There were six Lotus Juanren in total.

They were Wu Xian, Shi Ji, accountant Lou Yaozong, female boxer Liao Yifang, doctor Han Ke, and Zhang Wei.

There were eight ordinary people who were dragged into this.

They were the woman in the red dress and black stockings Tong Yuai, Mrs. Liu, chubby senior student Zhen Xiaoling, thin junior student Li Wangyou, beggar Ren Cha, programmer with a receding hairline Qian Yunhe, headphone teenager Sun Qian, and fruit vendor Sha Huaqiang.

Most of the eight ordinary people appeared very terrified.

But three of them were exceptions.

Mrs. Liu might have experienced many things, so she accepted the status quo very easily and looked very calm.

Programmer Qian Yunhe had a sense of relief on his face; compared to the pressure of work, he felt more relaxed in the Fudi.

Sun Qian was even more excited, his eyes shining as he scanned around, especially staring at Wu Xian's Ghost-Head Blade.

Wu Xian guessed that he might have had a bout of "chuunibyou," treating the Fudi as an adventure in a novel, thinking he was the chosen lucky one, about to reach the pinnacle of life.

There were fourteen people who came from the real world, and everyone tacitly concealed the fact that they came from the real world.

It was already difficult enough to survive in the Fudi.

Getting involved in this otherworld business would be too much of a distraction.

Among the other fourteen, only Wu Xian, Liao Yifang, Sha Huaqiang, and Zhang Wei were equipped with guns as soon as they entered, while the others had no weapons.

There were twenty-one indigenous people.

Among these people, there were not many that Wu Xian cared about.

First was Yan Ting; this person definitely still had secrets.

Then there was reporter Yan Bingbing; she was the leader of the media group.

Spiritualist Zhu Shuhui was superstitious and rambling; it was unknown if he really had skills or what.

The one Wu Xian was most wary of was Luo Shiyi.

He should be a figure among the freelance mercenaries, because the other five people with guns among the indigenous people were quickly won over by him, forming a small armed organization. They renegotiated the price with Yan Ting, agreeing to protect Yan Ting's safety while on the island.

Thus, the rich man Yan Ting regained the right to speak.

Wu Xian felt that their power was relatively large.

So he walked toward Luo Shiyi with his gun, intending to blend in...

(End of chapter)