But now, he can only stay with these "abandoned" people.

The real survivors are not the southern residents who survived the catastrophe, but the people who still maintain their sanity and ability to build a new world on this isolated island.

And Murong Junhao always believes that he will definitely find a way to leave here!

It's just obvious that many small groups have naturally formed among this group of survivors. Murong Junhao knew that Wenrenmu and Xia Yan were in the same group, especially Wenrenmu, who was very active on the ship.

, Murong Junhao faintly noticed that they seemed to have expected this day and were secretly collecting information.

"You don't seem to be as enthusiastic as you appear."

Murong Junhao's voice was low and steady, and he did not sound like a frivolous person.

For someone like Xia Yan who had difficulty breaking through, he could only give up temporarily and communicate with Wen Renmu instead.

The eighteen-year-old boy still had an unpredictable look in his eyes. Wen Renmu looked at Murong Junhao with a sly look, and said very relaxedly: "Brother Murong must have misunderstood, we just don't want to be idle.

Just do it.”

Rather than sit back and wait for death, it is better to take the initiative and attack. This is also Murong Junhao's idea.

After passing through a forest, everyone finally came to a grassland.

The tropical rainforest area has dense plants, and even the grass on the ground is green and attractive.

Looking around, you can see a faint gray house standing among the mountains and forests. The house seems to be five or six stories high and is built on a hillside.

But this island didn't look like a place for humans to live. The appearance of the house made Xia Yan and Wen Renmu suspicious.

The people around him obviously didn't realize this, so they chatted away. Only then did Xia Yan realize that there were actually several celebrities among the people traveling with him.

I just didn't expect that today, they would all be in this situation and be regarded as useless inferiors by the Northern Alliance.

Heavy rain suddenly came, and day turned into night. Xia Yan wiped the rain off his face and asked Wen Renmu: "We are all gone. Can Sister Helan organize everyone to collect rainwater?"

Wen Renmu smiled heartily and nodded slowly: "Qiangwei is very capable, and this kind of thing won't be difficult for her. What's more, she speaks very convincingly."

Xia Yan nodded, feeling that what Wen Renmu said was very reasonable. If not, how could he trust the Helan sisters on the boat.

The sky was getting darker, and it didn't look like an afternoon atmosphere at all. Instead, it felt like the end of the world.

People walked through knee-high grass, and this time people on the coast were also running hard to avoid the rain, or hanging tarps on tree trunks to collect rainwater.

However, Xia Yan and others who were walking towards the gray house raised their heads and swallowed the rainwater with their mouths open, their swallowing movements quick and greedy.

The hot sunshine on the island evaporated too much of their water, and the heavy rain undoubtedly gave them hope.

hope of survival.

In the blink of an eye, thunder roared, and the weird sound came from the depths of the forest again, which was terrifying.

"That thing is here again..."

Wen Renmu stopped and everyone following him also stopped.

Murong Junhao frowned and walked away from the crowd towards the direction of the sound. He saw the palm trees collapsed again in the distance, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

What kind of monster can trample trees like mud and roar like this?

"Oh my God!"

I don't know who whispered something, and everyone's heartbeats were beating loudly and they were extremely nervous.

"Keep moving forward!" Murong Junhao touched the rain on his face and gave the order again.

After walking through weeds and vines for about half an hour, everyone finally found the gray house built on the hillside next to three towering trees.

"Look! There are stairs!"

Xia Yan looked up and saw that the house was indeed six stories high. Although it looked old, upon closer inspection it was easy to see that its foundation was built using modern construction techniques. Even Wen Renmu couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Truth: "This house seems to be newly built, but it looks old-fashioned. Do you think anyone lives in it?"

Xia Yan remained silent.

If someone really lives in it, it must be a murderous maniac sent by the Northern Alliance!

The heavy rain washed over the woods and grass, and the sound of pattering raindrops filled the ears.

All the way up the stairs, the rain drowned out the slightest movement around, but Murong Junhao still raised his hand vigilantly to stop everyone's footsteps, slowed down and looked around, and finally locked his eyes on the broken window on the first floor of the house.

Xia Yan also looked around, but unexpectedly found bullet holes in the window. At this time, Murong Junhao behaved surprisingly rationally, and turned to Wen Renmu and said: "You lead the others to stay outside, this person and I will

Friends, let’s go in and have a look.”

This friend naturally refers to Xia Yan.

Although he didn't understand why Murong Junhao would pull him in at this time, Xia Yan still nodded in agreement and followed Murong Junhao into this mysterious building with doubts.

Gently opening the black iron door, the floor was covered with gray tiles. There were no footprints and not much dust. It seemed that it had been cleaned not long ago.

Directly opposite are the stairs up and down. There is an aisle on both sides of the stairs, and there are three rooms on the left and right sides of the aisle.

Murong Junhao winked at Xia Yan and walked to the last room at the end of the corridor on the left. It was in that room that traces of bullet holes were found on the glass window. Apparently someone had fired a gun from here.

The door was made of waterproof material, and there were no signs of forced entry, but there were traces of blood in the house.

Fortunately, the bloodstains there have long since dried up, and those who were injured here are believed to be either dead or gone.

But Murong Junhao, who didn't know the history of Alcatraz Island, frowned, looked back in surprise and asked Xia Yan: "Is there anyone else on this island?"

"There were others."

Given this ambiguous answer, Xia Yan left the room, checked the conditions of each room on the first floor in turn, and said to himself: "There are twelve rooms on one floor, and the 60th floor is only seventy.

Two rooms, if eight people live in each room, can only accommodate 576 people, but at least 3,000 survivors were sent to the island..."

"Do you know anything? About this island?"

Murong Junhao pressed Xia Yan's shoulders hard, stopping his steps and interrupting his thinking.

He lowered his voice and whispered in Xia Yan's ear almost threateningly: "It is impossible for a young person like you to be a doctor, and anyone who is useful is not on this island!"

"You are wrong."
Chapter completed!