The next day.
Early morning.
The third time venturing out to sea.
However.
Everyone was no longer filled with the joy of the previous two times. On the contrary, their faces were filled with worry. If the theory was confirmed, they would have to think of another way. Although the sharks were 'smart,' it's not hopeless.
"Why hasn't this old guy died yet?"
"Strong-willed."
"Who cares."
"He definitely won't survive two more days."
A week.
Tuoyin had not eaten for a week. Although he drank water, according to human physiology, he must be at his limit. Perhaps he would meet God in the next hour. No one paid attention to the wooden raft.
"You won't survive today."
Tuoyin slightly closed his eyes.
Gazing at the sea surface.
Today.
Was also the anniversary of his death.
