The dense forest obscured people's vision.
Behind the lush green vegetation, the soil gradually soaked with fresh blood.
There were no screams, no cries of pain.
Death was masked by the chirping of birds and insects, swallowed by the waves and the wind, leaving only the numbed and dazed crowd on the beach.
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Sunday was always serious about his rewards.
After pulling out a broad leaf to wipe the warm blood off the blade, he sheathed the knife and strode back to the shore with agile steps.
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They left as four but returned as one.
Perhaps many of the natives had doubts in their hearts, not knowing the fate of their companions, but they dared not speak up.
At this moment, having reached this state, they had to be cautious even with their breathing.
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No words were needed; just by seeing Sunday's confident demeanor, Chen Zhou knew he had successfully completed the task.
