"All right," Yang Yong replied.
He turned to look at the convoy behind him, then at the mist churning around them.
What exactly was hiding in that mist?
Nothing unusual happened, even after everyone reached the center of the island.
There were no attacks, no eerie incidents, not even a hint of danger.
It seemed there was nothing here but silence.
Could there be no danger? Were we overthinking it?
The thought flashed through Yang Yong's mind, but his instincts told him-the calmer it was, the more terrifying it was.
After traveling all day without eating a single grain of rice, everyone was already ravenous.
The convoy stopped on a patch of flat ground at the center of the island, preparing to get something to eat.
But-
"Fuck! Who stole the meat I stashed away?"
A startled cry suddenly rang out. On the terrifyingly silent island, it sounded as though it had been amplified by a loudspeaker, making everyone's scalp prickle.
"When did this happen? Who stole the meat I stashed away? Who the hell was it?"
That startled cry was like a bomb thrown into stagnant water.
Everyone was jolted awake.
"The food I stashed away is gone too!"
"Mine too!"
"Mine too!"
Panic spread like a virus.
Everyone began searching the places where they had stored their food-
on the roofs of the buses, in the cargo compartments below, above the seats, in backpacks, in sealed bags...
Nothing.
Nothing anywhere.
No matter where the food had been stored, it had all vanished without a trace.
The strangest part was-the packaging was all intact.
Yang Yong watched someone pull out a bag sealed in four or five layers. The tight knot on the outside was still firmly in place, but the food inside was simply gone.
It was as