110: Chapter 110 You want a no

Lin Fan stopped at the exit of the partition without looking back.

"If I die..."

"What kind of nonsense are you talking about."

"Hear me out." Song Ya's voice was very soft, but her tone carried a surprising calmness. "If I really don't make it through, you need to keep someone you can trust by your side on this island."

Lin Fan tilted his head slightly.

"Zhou Kai is not bad," Song Ya said. "My judgment of people is very accurate. My sixth sense has never been wrong since I was a child."

"As for Zhou Kai... He fears you, but he doesn't hate you. People who fear you won't dare to run away, while people who hate you will bite back sooner or later. If he fears you yet doesn't hate you, that means he's truly submitted."

Lin Fan didn't speak.

"Lin Fan, really, my sixth sense is very accurate." Song Ya emphasized it again, as if giving a final endorsement to her own judgment.

After saying this, she seemed to have exhausted all her strength. Her eyelids slowly closed, and her breathing gradually grew long and steady.

Lin Fan stood at the exit for a few seconds before walking out.

He rummaged through the supply box and dug out two boxes of self-heating rice.

He didn't plan to make rice. He unwrapped the inner packaging of the rice, poured it into a tin can, added more than half a box of water, and set it on the charcoal fire to cook.

The rice grains churned in the water, gradually dispersing and turning into a thick white porridge.

Song Ya's stomach couldn't handle any hard food right now; she could only drink porridge.

And it couldn't be thick; it had to be thin. The rice broth was more important than the grains.

Lin Fan stirred it with a wooden stick and skimmed off the foam on the surface.

Footsteps came from behind.

"Brother Fan."

Zhou Kai walked over, carrying a bundle of freshly gathered dry firewood in his hand.

"Song Ya, how is she?"

"Alive."

Zhou Kai opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but swallowed it back down.

He glanced in the direction of the partition and turned his head back.

"Brother Fan, do you have any plans for the afternoon? Do you need me to go watch the cliff side?"

"No need, take a rest today."

Lin Fan continued stirring the porridge. That group down below had just suffered a round of stone rain and lost two more people; they wouldn't dare to stir up any more trouble in the short term.

Although Chen Jian liked to pull small tricks, his wife Wang Lan was someone who saw the situation clearly.

With Wang Lan keeping a lid on things, the beach side could at least be quiet for a day.

"Um..." Zhou Kai rubbed his hands together and glanced to the side.

Liu Feifei was huddled in the corner furthest from the campfire.

She had maintained that posture since just now, hugging her knees with both arms, her head buried between her knees, trembling all over.

Old Li's blood had sprayed onto her face and hadn't been wiped clean yet. Dark red bloodstains mixed with sweat caked half of her cheek, and her hair was matted and stuck to it.

"Brother Fan, I want to take her to the woods up there to pick up some firewood."

Zhou Kai spoke very quickly, as if afraid that if he spoke slower, he wouldn't dare say it anymore. "By the way... find some water to let her wash her face. Her face is covered in blood; if this goes on, she'll go crazy."

Lin Fan turned his head sideways to glance at him.

The tips of Zhou Kai's ears turned visibly red.

Pick up firewood? If you brat really just wanted to pick up firewood, why are your ears red?

A bachelor who hadn't touched a woman in twenty-six years suddenly got a big star, and his soul was practically flying away.

In his head, he had probably already finished acting out three episodes of an idol drama, and now he just needed to find a place without people to stay alone for a while.

Song Ya's words from just now spun a circle in his mind.

This person Zhou Kai was indeed useful.

From coming to the island until now, whatever job was given, he did it without bargaining.

Today, daring to block the blade and plead for Liu Feifei showed that he wasn't the purely selfish type. Selfish people only shrink their necks and wouldn't reach out under the blade's edge.

A person with desires is easier to control than a person with no desires and no demands.

Zhou Kai wanted Liu Feifei, so Liu Feifei was a rope tied around his neck. As long as the rope was in Lin Fan's hands, this dog couldn't run away.

"Go ahead." Lin Fan lowered his head to stir the porridge. "Come back within an hour, and carry back at least two bundles of firewood. If even one stick is missing, I'll deduct your dinner."

Zhou Kai's whole face lit up.

"Don't worry, Brother Fan! Guaranteed to complete the mission!"

He stood up with a swoosh and strode toward the corner.

From afar, he could be heard lowering his voice and speaking there: "Get up, come with me."

Liu Feifei raised her head, her face covered in blood and filth, looking at him with hollow eyes.

"...Where are we going?"

"Upstairs, in the woods. Let's go, find some water for you to wash your face."

Liu Feifei moved her lips, neither refusing nor thanking him.

She propped herself against the wall and stood up, following behind Zhou Kai, walking unsteadily toward the gravel slope behind the platform.

When passing by the campfire, Liu Feifei's gaze fell on the pot of bubbling white porridge.

Her throat moved slightly.

But she didn't dare to ask for it, nor did she even dare to take a second look.

Although Old Li's body had already been thrown down, the blood had already coagulated into a large, dark-black puddle.

Any normal person's appetite should have been completely killed by this scene.

But her stomach was still crying out.

The figures of the two disappeared behind the gravel slope.

Zhang Tao leaned against the rock wall with a grass stem in his mouth, watching the two leave. He chewed the grass stem to pieces, spat it out, and pulled a new one to bite on.

"Brother Fan." Zhang Tao leaned closer, lowering his voice, his eyeballs rolling around. "That brat Zhou Kai wouldn't be taking Liu Feifei to... go for a night run, right?"

Lin Fan turned his head sideways and looked Zhang Tao up and down for a moment.

Zhang Tao's gesture was still hanging in mid-air, a standard vulgar gesture.

Being stared at by Lin Fan with that look, his scalp exploded.

An expression of lewdness and guilt hung on his face. He quickly pulled back his gesture and gave two dry laughs: "I was just talking casually, Brother Fan, please don't..."

"Do you want one?"

Zhang Tao's dry laugh got stuck in his throat.

He thought something was wrong with his ears.

The sea breeze was too strong, blowing Lin Fan's words out of shape.

He opened his mouth, blinked twice, and froze for a full three seconds before confirming that this sentence had indeed come out of Lin Fan's mouth.

"Want!"

He answered faster than a conditioned reflex.

So fast that he didn't even use his brain; his mouth had already made the decision for him. So fast that he startled himself—never in his life had a decision come so decisively.

After speaking, he immediately shrank his neck and secretly observed Lin Fan's expression.

What if Lin Fan was testing him? After all, Zhou Kai's matter was still right there—Zhou Kai had exchanged it with his life, reaching out to block people under the blade's edge. He, Zhang Tao, hadn't paid anything, so why should he get benefits for free?

But Lin Fan showed no intention of turning hostile.

He picked up the wooden stick to prop up the collapsed firewood rack in the campfire again, and poked the charcoal underneath. "In a couple of days, I'll get you one."

Zhang Tao's breathing instantly doubled in heaviness.

He wanted to say something to pledge his loyalty, but feared that talking too much would annoy people.

His mouth opened and closed, closed and opened, his throat rolled twice, but not a single word popped out.

Lin Fan took the cooked porridge off the fire, stirred it with a wooden stick, and steam hit his face.

He stood up holding the porridge, patted the dust off his hands, took two steps, stopped, and turned back to glance at Zhang Tao.

"I'll let you play something exciting."

When these words fell, Zhang Tao felt like he had been electrocuted, going numb from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.

He kept his mouth open, watching Lin Fan carry the porridge into the partition, unable to close it for a long time.

Exciting? What did exciting mean?