“It worked! Seems like I didn’t pluck this flower for nothing, hehe,” Old Bray exclaimed with self-satisfaction, seemingly forgetting how chaotic it was when everyone was escaping earlier.
“Yeah, it worked, but the wounds on his body have turned into rotten flesh. We’ll need to dig them out and reapply medicine,” Cheyenne thought to herself, realizing she hadn’t had lunch yet and definitely didn’t want to deal with this kind of work herself. After all, Old Bray was the reason for the injury, having plucked the flower.
“Old Bray, I’ll leave the rest to you. I’ll go check if Kelvin has returned. He’s been gone for too long,” Cheyenne said.
Old Bray was now very interested in the effects of the Konjak Flower. Naturally, he took the dagger and heated it over the flame.
“Alright, you go ahead. I’ll take care of things here,” Old Bray replied.
“Okay.” Cheyenne remembered Kelvin had walked in this direction earlier, so she picked up a stick and headed towards the woods.
As soon as she looked up, she saw a small purple snake hanging in the air, startling her. It looked like a rubber toy snake and didn’t attack her, but instead coiled its body into an “S” shape, hissing crimson venom at her.
“You’re pretty, but you’re poisonous. I’m not playing with you. Go away,” Cheyenne said as she used her stick to push it aside.
She continued cautiously, tapping the vegetation with her stick to avoid venomous snakes and frogs.
Not long after, she spotted Kelvin. He was squatting on the ground with his back turned, doing something.
“Kelvin.” Hearing Cheyenne’s voice, Kelvin thought he was hearing things and quickly turned around to see her.
Sure enough, it was her. He stood up and walked over, immediately scolding her for her reckless behavior.
“Why did you come here? It’s dangerous, there are snakes everywhere. What if you got bitten?” Kelvin said worriedly.
“Don’t worry, I’m fine. What are you doing here?” Cheyenne asked.
Kelvin took her wrist and led her forward, teasingly keeping her in suspense. “You’ll see when we get there.”
“What are we looking at?” Cheyenne asked.
Soon, Kelvin brought her to a small pit where someone had clearly stayed before. There were empty plastic bottles, food wrappers, and burnt marks on the ground.
“And look at this,” Kelvin said, picking up a black backpack from the bushes and opening it in front of her.
Inside were a bundle of rope, a small shovel, a pocket knife, and even an unopened can of food.
“It’s just a backpack,” Cheyenne remarked.
“The point is this!” Kelvin pulled out a black wallet from the bag and handed it to her.
Inside was a photo of a family with bright smiles, the woman in the picture was her close friend Kate, and the man was Master Glenn, who had landed on Dragon Serpent Isle before them. He was holding Sasha, the little girl who had gone missing some days ago.
“This is Glenn’s bag. But where is he?” It was unlikely that Glenn would abandon these essentials unless he encountered something extremely dangerous.
Kelvin shook his head regretfully. “I searched around but found no other clues or signs of Master Glenn.”
“Actually, from another perspective, not finding any clues is the best news,” Cheyenne said optimistically. At least there was a fifty percent chance that he was still alive.
Cheyenne tossed the backpack back to Kelvin with a worried frown. “We have another task now: finding Master Glenn.”
“Alive, if possible,” she added firmly.
“Even if not, we need to find his body,” she concluded, acknowledging the worst-case scenario.
“Well, Cheyenne, don’t worry. With so many of us, even though this island is big, it’s not that big. We’ll definitely find him,” Kelvin reassured her.
“Let’s hope so.”
Even if it’s for Kate, she hopes Master Glenn can stay alive. She’s still carrying one in her belly. You can’t let the child be born without a father; that would be too cruel.
Seeing Cheyenne in a bad mood, Kelvin tried to cheer her up by pulling out a small red fruit from his pocket.
“Cheyenne, look at this. Isn’t it beautiful? I’m giving it to you to play with.”
The fruit was about the size of an egg. Its surface was incredibly smooth, entirely saturated with a deep red color, with small white dots on top. It looked as cute as a magical egg from a fairy tale. Kelvin thought Cheyenne would surely like it, so he took the risk and outsmarted a Nastary python to steal it back.
When Cheyenne saw the fruit, her face changed dramatically, and she snatched it away and threw it far off.
“Why did you give me this? Don’t you know what it is?”
Kelvin looked at where the fruit disappeared, and the bushes shook, leaving him dumbfounded.
“Why did you throw it away? I went through a lot of trouble to get that fruit.”
“Obviously, it’s a python egg. I have no interest in hatching a baby python.”
Kelvin was stunned on the spot.
“A python egg? No way. It was growing on a stone wall by the riverbank, all bright red. I thought it was some kind of fossil.”
Cheyenne laughed and cried at his words.
“You should be glad your son enjoys watching nature documentaries like Animal World. I’ve watched a few with him at home.”
There was an episode about python behavior that she nearly vomited at; Oliver could still eat calmly.
He realized he hadn’t watched TV with his kids, mostly due to being too busy.
“I’m sorry, Cheyenne. I’ll study more from now on and won’t let something like today happen again.”
“Alright, it’s getting late. Let’s head back quickly; the jungle is more dangerous at night.”
“Okay.”
He almost gave his wife a snake egg as a gift; that would have been embarrassing…
Fortunately, Cheyenne quickly forgot about the incident and didn’t mention it when they returned to camp. She only told everyone about the clue they found about Master Glenn, and they all agreed. They must find Master Glenn.
After quickly eating some dry food to fill their stomachs, thunderous sounds of lightning and thunder echoed in the sky.
The deep blue night was torn apart by silver-white lightning, making the sky as bright as day.
“A storm is coming.”
Iker stood at the edge of the shelter, watching the raindrops turn into the size of soybeans. They made a “rustle” sound as they hit the leaves.
“It’s good that the heavy rain will temporarily calm down these poisonous insects, but the trouble is we might not sleep well tonight.”
Old Bray sighed.