The continuous waves hit the beach, like gentle caressing.

Qian Cangyi slowly opened his eyes, and the scenery in his eyes appeared and it only took a second to return to normal.

"Is this...Sagula Island?" Qian Cang supported the ground with his hands, shook his head, and let himself wake up.

He stood up only after he recovered almost.

In front, the forest covers the entire Sagula Island, and the emerald green colors hide everything on the island.

By the beach, dozens of corpses were lying or lying, with bright blood stains, as if they had been dead for a long time.

These men were wearing black cloaks, and were the believers who followed the prophet to leave the village of Wicca.

Qian Cangyi looked around and there was no other living person on the entire beach except him.

"Are you drowned?"

Qian Cang held his temple with his index finger and middle finger on his right hand, recalling the scene at Villford.

The ship sailed in the storm, but the storm became stronger and stronger, and the waves became higher and higher. Finally, the ship was overturned by the waves and everyone fell into the sea.

"Why do you feel a little tired..."

Qian Cangyi shook his head, trying to make himself more awake, but the situation did not get much better.

There was always an indescribable force that affected him, which made him significantly slower and he was completely powerless.

"It is probably because of Sagula Island, and it is not ruled out that I drowned for too long. In short, let's take a look at the surrounding situation first."

Qian Cang first inspected the bodies on the beach. He found many knife wounds on the bodies of believers, and the problem was that pistols were scattered around these believers.

This attracted Qian Cangyi's attention.

Logically speaking, believers with pistols cannot be defeated by the indigenous people unless they rely on the number of people to crush them.

If this is the case, there will definitely not be only the bodies of believers lying on the beach, and the bodies of natives will also be covered with the beach.

Qian Cangyi turned the corpse at his feet, his face facing up, and the believer had a terrified expression, his eyes protruding, and his mouth wide open, as if he had seen an incredible scene.

"It seems that as a believer of Hezerac, the natives also possess extraordinary power."

Qian Cangyi clapped his hands and began to inspect the bodies on the beach.

He was very careful throughout the process.

If a believer who is suspected to be undead, he will first try to wake up, ask about the situation, and confirm that the dead believer, he will make a final blow.

All died!

Qian Cangyi sighed, took off the black cloak with relatively complete clothes and placed it in his backpack.

The believers in front of him were obviously not all, and he did not see the prophet's body, which means that there may be believers in the forest. At that time, relying on the cloak in the backpack, you can completely sneak into the village of Wicca again.

...

There is an obvious road in the forests of Sagula Island, and the grass and trees around it have been processed.

Qian Cangyi walked along the path, the sound of the waves gradually faded away, and the forest became quieter.

An unknown blue insect flew around on the early-ripening grass, and the gray sparrow looked down at the stranger who suddenly broke in.

Qian Cang sniffed it and smelled the bloody smell.

He slowed down, held his pistol tightly, and bent down slightly.

After walking around the corner, he saw a wounded believer lying on the ground.

The believer had lost a large piece of flesh on his left shoulder and had several wounds visible to the naked eye on his abdomen.

Qian Cangyi pointed the gun at the believer, but did not shoot.

He walked to the believer and squatted down, and shouted softly:

"Wake up."

The believers did not respond.

Qian Cang shook a few times, then looked into his breath and found that he was dead.

He took out his dagger and finished stabbing it, and then continued to move forward.

Not far away, there were sounds of shouting and fighting.

Qian Cang hugged his waist and did not stay on the road anymore, but sneaked into the grass.

As the distance gradually approached, he leaned his back against a camphor tree with thick branches, and then turned to look in the direction where the sound came.

At first glance, he saw the believers, the fleeing believers, and at the second glance, he saw the natives wearing animal skins.

The indigenous people acted very strangely. They were obviously covered with gunshot wounds, but they seemed to be uninjured.

After a scream, the natives inserted the spear in their hands into the believer's chest and then pulled it out.

Then, the natives looked in the direction where Qian Cangyi was.

Qian Cang hurriedly fell down, but the sound of footsteps got closer and closer to him.

The situation is not good...

Qian Cangyi quickly changed his strategy and stood up while observing the natives in front of him.

The natives had dark skin and medium body, with obvious gunshot wounds and knife wounds on their bodies, and some had even pierced their bodies, but no blood flowed out.

The most noteworthy part is the indigenous eyes, which are already completely black at this time, like a black pearl.

Qian Cangyi quickly opened the distance. He was now in the forest. Although the trees were not dense, it was still difficult to hit the spear.

Both sides are enemies.

Qian Cangyi had made a judgment in his heart.

On the Blue Pearl, Douglas's narrative is that the natives are quite friendly, but the current situation is completely different.

Although I don't know what conflict arose between the prophet and the natives of Sagula Island, it is obviously irreversible now.

No matter how you think about it, Qian Cangyi did not think that the natives could distinguish the difference between outsiders and outsiders. At least for now, there was no such sign.

Suddenly, the natives accelerated and ran over.

Qian Cangyi frowned slightly and stopped, and the dagger was held in his hand.

When the spear was approaching his body, the eternal clock was held in his hand, and the second hand pointing to 59 began to rotate slowly.

In such a short time, Qian Cang did one thing and adjusted the direction of the spear.

When time flows again, the spear has turned and turned into a weapon that stabs the natives.

During the whole process, no surprise appeared on the native's face.

After Qian Cangyi stabbed the natives in the same way, the natives seemed to not care about the wounds on their bodies at all, and let go of their hands and continued to grab Qian Cangyi.

In response, Qian Cang used his hands to push the natives toward the trunk.

The spear penetrated the trunk and nailed the natives to the trunk.

"The dead believers show no sign of getting up, so they will not be contagious."

"There is no change in expression when injured, which means you cannot feel the pain."

"Even though my clothes are completely different from those of believers, I still rushed towards me without hesitation, without even asking or warning, indicating that I have lost my judgment."

"It is probably controlled remotely, or some kind of secret technique, so that they can only have the instinct to destroy the enemy."

Qian Cangyi held the dagger in his hand, and he wanted to verify his guess.

Ten minutes later.

Qian Cangyi placed the indigenous body parts on the ground.

They are head, arm, and one leg.

"You can live without a head, but if there are too many missing parts, you will still lose 'activity'."

"The best way to deal with them should be to cut them in half, which is not good news for me."

He clapped his hands, stood up and continued to walk deep into the forest.

"By the way, I remember Dr. Edward's recipe came from the tribe on the island of Sagula."

"It seems that I have to go to the tribe to take a look, maybe I can find something."

Qian Cang took a deep breath and continued to move forward.

...

The simple village, the guardrails made of branches have been burned, and the entire tribe's houses have basically been burned.

The natives holding spears fought hard and stabbed the believers under their feet to death.

An elderly native with a grass ring on his head looked around with tears in his eyes.

The entire tribe has been burned down, leaving only a piece of ruins. Looking around, there are corpses everywhere, and blood is sprinkled on every corner of the tribe.

Suddenly, a strange noise came from the surroundings, and the elderly natives were alert again. Four natives gathered beside him.
To be continued...