A Night of Desperation

Chapter 278: Questions Two

Humans are fragile?

Yu Hong keenly grasped the key point. Does this mean that even those who practice cultivation here are still fragile?

“Can’t Daoist Skills and Arrays strengthen the body?” He asked calmly, without showing any change in expression.

“They can, but the best way to strengthen the human body is written in the Fighting Skill schools. The so-called Daoist Skills, Arrays, and so on, are merely our methods of using our own bodies in combination with external objects to exert targeted power to restrain resentful marks. This is about utilizing, not training and strengthening oneself,” explained Old Yang.

“So you’re saying, to learn Daoist Skills, one must also learn Fighting Skills?” Yu Hong said.

“Of course. In the martial arts of fighting schools, there are many methods to cultivate and refine Essence Qi, and studying well will enable one to use them,” Old Yang nodded.

“Then… after learning Daoist Skills and Arrays, can one defeat a powerful martial artist?” Yu Hong clearly felt he’d touched on a crucial point.

As soon as these words came out, Old Yang looked at him as if he were looking at a fool.

“Nonsense!”

“What?” Yu Hong blinked.

“Of course, you can’t beat them.” Old Yang said exasperatedly, “A person’s energy is limited, if half of their spirit and time are spent on training fighting abilities, to confront a martial artist who has wholeheartedly trained their fighting abilities is simply suicide.”

“…..” Now Yu Hong understood what Old Yang meant by Daoist Skills.

The three made their way back to the seaside where their yacht was anchored.

What they saw, however, were Song Siyu and the others with disappointed expressions.

“What happened?” Wei Chengjun stepped forward and asked first;he’d been listening to Yu Hong discussing all sorts of chaotic matters along the way, completely uninterested.

“The people on the yacht are just not answering their phones!” Gao Wen’s hair was soaked with sweat, sticking to his forehead.

“We were just about to swim over to the boat to check.”

“I advise you not to do that.” Old Yang looked at the yacht from a distance, sniffed the sea breeze, and calculated with his fingers, his expression turning serious. “There’s no one on the boat anymore.”

No one??

Everyone looked intently at the yacht, and indeed, after watching for a good while, they did not see anyone moving about on it.

“Ah Biao, and Aliang and the others are all… on the boat, right?” Gao Wen’s complexion turned pale.

Old Yang shook his head without speaking and turned to walk towards the island.

The rest of the group also felt something was not quite right.

If they couldn’t return to the yacht, wouldn’t they be stuck on the island?

“Don’t panic;according to the investigation before we came here, there will be a coast guard boat patrolling this sea area tomorrow. Then we can call for help,” assured Song Siyu in a solemn voice.

Hearing about the coast guard boat, everyone calmed down. Gao Wen still wanted to swim to the boat, but Old Yang persuaded him against it.

The group returned to their previous quarters. With the yacht having issues, Song Siyu also felt something was off and was in no mood to continue filming videos.

The four of them got together and

Rumble…

The thunder outside rolled continuously.

Zhao Sisi turned on a small charging night light inside her tent, its warm yellow light illuminating the small space.

She took off her jacket, pants, had a drink of water, and prepared to crawl into her sleeping bag to rest.

Suddenly, she felt her left wrist.

“Wait! Where is my bracelet?”

Zhao Sisi was startled. She had saved up to buy a gold bracelet not long ago, and it had been on her way back;now, it had disappeared.

“Could it have been dropped near Siyu’s place?” She quickly got up and unzipped the tent.

Outside was a dirty and dusty bedroom shrouded in cobwebs.

On the wall hung a cracked picture of a couple — a pretty, cute girl with twin ponytails holding a bespectacled chubby boy about ten years old.

The girl had a sunny, cheerful smile, while the little chubby boy appeared shy and adorable;reaching an arm out wanting to wrap it around the girl’s shoulder, but due to being shorter, it only reached her back instead.

The stark contrast between the tall and the short made the picture particularly memorable.

‘This house… could it really be that mentally ill chubby boy’s home?’ Zhao Sisi furrowed her brows but didn’t think too much about it. She glanced outside the window, where the dark street and sea breeze were causing the weeds to sway and tilt.

These weeds, sprouting from the crevices between the cobblestones, were visible everywhere at the moment, rustling softly as the wind stirred them.

And just as she looked outside, in a spot below the window she couldn’t see.

A chubby boy with dirt all over his clothes squatted by the wall, head lowered, fiddling with something in his hands.

The height at which the chubby boy sat was just below the windowsill, and without sticking his head out, he would be completely invisible.

Facing the wall, the exposed skin of his neck and the side of his face had a chalky, deathly pallor.