Chapter 413: Everyone's Already Living Comfortably on the Island! (Update)

Team Two's shelter was torn apart like a dog had gnawed it, and had long lost its wind‑ and rain‑proofing.

Team One's situation was much better; their shelter was still standing, but all the food they had gathered earlier had been blown away.

However, upon learning that Team Three had someone with a fever and another person with food poisoning, Team One did not hesitate at all and placed the two inside their shelter.

Team Two, on the other hand, took down their own dilapidated roof and bolted it onto Team One's shelter to improve its wind resistance.

Jiang Dahai recalled the windbreak Xu Ce had mentioned earlier, fetched a sturdy branch, drove it into the ground, and braced it with his back.

What began as his personal action unexpectedly inspired both Team One and Team Two to copy him; they found objects to stick in the ground and used their bodies as support, forcibly erecting a wall of people in front of the remaining shelter.

All this was just to keep the two sick comrades inside the shelter from wind and rain so they could rest a while.

Suddenly, a massive thrust came from behind; the wind grew stronger than before, and even the rain fell almost parallel to the ground.

"Hold!"

"We must hold!"

Muddy all over, Jiang Dahai's eyes reddened as he let out a roar from his throat.

Everyone strained their arms, forming a Great Wall of flesh and blood, while their legs dug firmly into the mud.

At that moment of united resolve, shared hatred, and boiling blood, a shirtless, panting man appeared before the group, looking puzzled.

"Not taking a break in the dead of night, are you doing a little swan dance here?"

"Lu Yang?"

Even though it was pitch black, Jiang Dahai still recognized him.

He had no patience to joke with Lu Yang and laid out the current predicament plainly.

Having learned the sequence of events, Lu Yang was not vague at all; he immediately checked the two's conditions, both of which were poor.

One was already delirious from fever, muttering nonsense about eel spirits, a boyfriend falling into the sea, and telling others not to chase his ramblings.

The other had a swollen face that resembled the "Toad Spirit" of the Five Poisons Sect in the bright spring episode of "Pig Bajie", frightening enough to make children cry at a glance.

Lu Yang stood up and asked, "Didn't I tell you, when you ran into trouble, to come find me at the southern cliff? Why didn't you call me?"

Jiang Dahai thought it was just a polite remark: "But you can't even look after yourself, how can you…"

"Come with me!"

Lu Yang didn't waste words; he hoisted Xu Ce onto his shoulder and had the others take the "Toad Spirit" with him.

Everyone was skeptical yet followed behind, wanting to see what solution he actually had.

After winding around, navigating a very dangerous narrow passage, and reaching a spacious cavern, everyone was left with their jaws hanging.

Lu Yang placed Xu Ce on a cool mat, then rummaged for a few pieces of his own charcoal and tossed them into the still‑smoldering fire.

With a few simple stirs, a steaming fire ignited, and he set a cracked pot onto the flames.

"Why are you standing there stunned? Come over and warm up by the fire!"

"You, you, how did you discover and find this place?"

"It was a coincidence; so, this shelter isn't bad, right?"

"......"

This is far from "not bad"; compared to theirs, it's practically a luxurious mansion!

It blocks wind, shields rain, and can be used to warm up.

"Wait!"

"Is this charcoal?"

"Where did the charcoal come from?"

Lu Yang casually mentioned that he had just burned it a couple of days ago.

He gave the pot a quick stir with a wooden spoon, and an enticing aroma instantly wafted out.

It was his leftover seafood noodle soup from the night, still containing some fish, crab, and wild greens.

Jiang Dahai and the others' pupils dilated wildly, their mouths gaping as if a flood had broken, saliva nearly spilling onto the ground.

Each of them had been starving and freezing there for three days, but Lu Yang was already enjoying three dishes and a soup!

"Strip their clothes, warm them by the fire, and later feed them something; they should improve."

Lu Yang had studied battlefield first aid; the deterioration of these two was directly linked to malnutrition and low immunity.

In other words, eat something, replenish vitamins, rest a bit, boost bodily resistance, and they can gradually recover.

Of course, having antipyretics would be even better, but they don't have any.

Lu Yang's expertise was wilderness survival, not battlefield medical rescue, so his first‑aid knowledge was only superficial.

Lu Yang pulled out a cigarette, brought it to the fire, lit it, and took a drag.

That puff instantly dispelled much of the chill on his body.

Everyone stared at him with incredulous faces, much like primitive people seeing fire for the first time.

"Smoke, you actually still have smoke…"

Jiang Dahai's mind raced: "Is that the instructor's cigarette? Were you the one who caused that incident earlier?"

Lu Yang flatly denied: "It wasn't me; I just happened to pick it up, don't falsely accuse a good person without evidence."

Even though he denied it, everyone knew that the one who teased the instructor that night was Lu Yang.

He had embarrassed the instructor twice, yet still lived a carefree, comfortable life on the island.

There was food, drink, and cigarettes; yet they had once sneered and driven Lu Yang away.

Compared with their terrifying wilderness survival skills, the pitiful resources and tiny territory they previously held were utterly laughable.

Watching Lu Yang sit by the fire, stirring with a wooden spoon, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking serene, each person felt both shock and deep shame.

Because only at this moment did they finally realize what "looking down on others with dog eyes" and "wearing tinted glasses" meant; this wasn't any back‑door favor, it was clearly a sturdy thigh granted by heaven!

Lu Yang glanced at them, and everyone wore an extremely awkward yet polite smile.

Lu Yang felt amused inside, but he also had no intention of arguing with them.

Since he didn't want to join them, he might as well let them join his circle.

That way, in the future, looking for water and food, cooking, washing clothes would all have helpers, saving a lot of trouble.

Lu Yang curled the corner of his mouth, shaking the cigarette in his hand.

"Want a puff?"

"Want to!"

"Shout 'Brother Yang' and let's hear it?"

"Brother Yang!"

Jiang Dahai was the first to rush over, both hands asking for a cigarette.

He was craving that puff; he was basically an old smoker.

This selection period has really suffocated him, especially after setting out on the road, he's been thinking about it every day.

For an old smoker, meals can be skipped, but cigarettes absolutely cannot be missed!

"Brother Yang! Brother Yang! Brother Yang!"

There was an echo in the cave; with so many people shouting together, it almost deafened his ears.

Lu Yang handed out the cigarette, and a bunch of people, as if they'd found a treasure, squatted on the ground; even just sniffing secondhand smoke made them look blissfully intoxicated.

But as they smoked, tears streamed down one by one; not from the smoke's irritation, but purely from feeling wronged, heartbroken, miserable, and feeling sorry for themselves.

"Why am I here suffering this? I could be living a good life, but I must be crazy!"

"Don't say you're crazy; besides Lu...... besides Brother Yang, who among those who came here isn't crazy?"

"We're all fellow patients, a whole bunch of patients... sob sob sob... this cigarette is so easy to smoke; once I'm out, I'll smoke ten packs a day!"

At that moment, Xu Ce and Tu Hongwei, lying on the ground, simultaneously smelled the cigarette aroma and the scent of food.

A large amount of saliva secretion stimulated their brain nerves, forcing them to open their eyes early and struggle to get up.

"Quick, quick, help me up......"

"Give me, give me a puff, give me a suck, even secondhand is fine......"