Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Huanji turned around, went to a nearby tree to take down the bird that had already been bled, and then returned to the fire to pluck its feathers. "Looks like you know how to add firewood."

"Hmm, pick the thinner ones first, and then add the thicker ones when the fire gets a little stronger," Lisa said as she poked at the fire with a twig.

"Wait a moment, after we finish eating, I'll teach you how to hide things." Huanji paused after saying that, "However, we don't have much time, so learn as much as you can."

"Okay! I will definitely study hard!" Lisa waved her little fist, making a gesture of encouragement.

The small fire grew larger and larger, until it reached about half a meter in size, at which point Lisa stopped adding firewood.

Meanwhile, on Huanji's side, the ingredients were also prepared.

Birds are beautiful when they're alive, but once they're dead, they look much like chickens.

At times like these, this bird is worse than a chicken.

Because chickens have more meat, while this bird is wild and is fed to ensure the quality of its flight, they usually don't have much meat.

All things considered, the meat yield of this bird is probably just over two pounds, but if cooked, it will be less than two pounds.

The campfire brought warmth at night, and the two women made a large clothes hanger out of branches to hang their wet clothes.

Lisa sat by the fire, hugging her knees as she watched the sizzling, oily roasted bird, feeling a pang of sadness.

How are my brother and sister doing?

Are they still alive?

The entire ship broke apart, they
Lisa gently shook her head, trying not to think about it anymore, and she dared not recall the horrific scene on the ship. Now, she could only pray to the god she believed in.

Lisa slowly closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and began to pray silently in her heart.

For my older brother and sister, and Xu San.

The prayer was only halfway through when Lisa opened her eyes, her gaze somewhat dazed.

She didn't know why she had just prayed, why she had prayed to the gods. If prayer were effective, she wouldn't have had to suffer so much.

If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have left the motherland in my place, brother and sister.

If we didn't leave our motherland, we wouldn't have taken a ship to an island nation.

If you don't go to the island nation
Lisa's little mind began to conjecture various possible scenarios, but no matter how she thought about it, in the end, it seemed that none of them would have a good ending.

Damn gods!
There are no gods!
You've received my faith, so why aren't you doing your job?

Where is your sense of contractual responsibility?
At this moment, Lisa once again recalled her days in the laboratory.

In that dark and gloomy place, she was also praying.

Just like now, the gods didn't come to save her then; in the end, it was her brother who saved her.

"Were you praying just now?" Huanji's voice suddenly appeared in my ear.

Lisa heard this, paused for two seconds, and then stammered, "Ah~ yes, I..."

Lisa wanted to say something, but instead shifted the topic to Huanji, "Sister, you..."

Before Lisa could finish speaking, Huanji, who was reversing the yakitori, interrupted, "I don't believe it!"

Why not believe it?

"Compared to those ethereal gods, I have more faith in strength!"

"Then..." Lisa began, starting to organize her thoughts, "So, are you very strong?"

"I'm very strong for you! Killing ten of you shouldn't be a problem!" (End of Chapter)