The disheveled middle-aged man, whose face was filled with fear, kept shouting that the desolate island was extremely dangerous.
Huang Xiaolong, however, was quite intrigued.
After all, he had just arrived and was unfamiliar with this six-star universe.
He was even more unfamiliar with that desolate island.
"What exactly is going on?" Huang Xiaolong asked.
"Hmph!" The middle-aged man snorted coldly, but he had already opened his mouth and couldn't stop talking, finally revealing to Huang Xiaolong—
"Young man, don't be too naive. Once exiled to that island, it's almost certain death! They say that killing each other can allow one to survive, but as you know, over the years, there have basically been no survivors." The middle-aged man was terrified.
Huang Xiaolong just nodded, not interrupting.
After all, in this situation, the less said, the better. It was better to remain silent.
