While others seek survival, I engage in flirtation Chapter 72: Farm

I glanced at Moon, puzzled. This wolf had just tried to attack us and was so fierce. Naturally, I wanted to eliminate the threat as quickly as possible.

"Why?" I asked, moving slowly toward the wolf that was limping away.

"These wolves don't belong on this island. Someone must have brought them here," Moon said, frowning slightly as she grabbed my wrist to stop me. "Whoever went to the trouble of bringing them here probably didn't just bring a few Arctic wolves."

"These wolves likely come from one of the 'Red Nightingale' bases. Given their behavior, this injured one is probably heading back to its den," Moon continued, her eyes never leaving the wolf. "Didn't you notice? It has a tag on it."

I followed Moon's pointing finger and saw a worn tag hanging from the wolf's ear, with some faint writing on it.

I finally understood Moon's plan. She wanted to follow the wolf to see where it would lead us.

After all, its presence was undoubtedly connected to the 'Red Nightingale.' Given our current situation, any information we could gather would be beneficial.

I nodded and lowered my knife. Then, Moon and I began to follow the injured wolf.

The wolf was cunning, frequently looking back to check if we were following. But Charlie's tracking skills were exceptional. Even when we were out of the wolf's sight, Charlie could still track it accurately.

We followed Charlie through the forest for a while until he stopped, his gaze fixed on a dense thicket ahead.

"Looks like it's just up ahead," Moon said, stretching and pulling out her pocket knife. "This is probably where the wolf lives. There might be other wolves here, so it could be dangerous."

Moon rarely looked so serious, but her expression remained calm.

Sometimes I wondered if there was anything that could scare her.

"We've come this far; we should at least take a look, right?" I tightened my grip on my knife and gave Moon a reassuring look.

Moon's eyes showed a hint of approval.

Honestly, when Moon mentioned following the wolf, I had already guessed her intentions. Whether it was uncovering the island's secrets or finding the mysterious 'Red Nightingale' organization, we couldn't miss this clue.

Besides, Moon and I were both skilled fighters. Under normal circumstances, we shouldn't have any trouble handling whatever came our way.

I told Charlie to stay put while Moon and I quietly climbed over the barrier of weeds and bushes to investigate.

Charlie sat still, watching our food packs.

Sometimes I found it odd how well Charlie, a hunting dog, understood my commands.

I always felt like he had his own secrets.

"Carl, be careful. There are a lot of animal carcasses here," Moon suddenly whispered, stopping me.

Beyond the weeds lay a large clearing, not the dense forest or low shrubs I'd expected. I quickly scanned the area, trying to get a handle on the situation.

The clearing was littered with animal carcasses, as if a fierce battle had just taken place. Many animals had been disemboweled, and the air was thick with the stench of death and blood.

I frowned and continued toward the other side of the clearing. Beyond the pile of corpses, I saw a familiar structure.

It was a low building, similar in style to the one we had discovered earlier.

This building was only two stories high and seemed simpler in layout than the previous one. From the outside, it looked like the second floor was used for storage.

But the place seemed abandoned for a long time. Weeds grew unchecked around the building.

Moon and I circled the building and found the Arctic wolf we had been following.

It lay lifeless on the ground, surrounded by a pool of blood, its fur matted and dull. Its stiffened body and open eyes made it clear it had died in agony.

In front of it stretched an abandoned farm field, overrun with weeds that had been left to grow wild for a long time—a clear sign no one had tended it in ages.

"There's a farm field here. This must be the work of the 'Red Nightingale' people," I said, touching the still-damp soil and frowning.

Honestly, I hadn't expected to find a farm field in a place like this. If we had seeds, we could ensure a stable food supply.

Yes, I was already considering what we needed to do to survive long-term on this island.

As the island's secrets gradually surfaced, I realized our chances of rescue were slim.

The shipwreck involved more than just our vessel, but no rescue had come. And strangely, in the two-plus months we'd been stuck here, we hadn't spotted a single ship or plane—except for that creepy ghost ship.

Could it be that our location was so remote that even helicopters and rescue teams couldn't find us?

With the wolf dead, our lead had gone cold.

We had no better options, so we decided to explore the area. Maybe the building would have seeds or other useful items.

Given our situation, we couldn't afford to overlook any resources, as we didn't know how long we'd be here.

Moon and I dragged a few animal carcasses away from the entrance and cautiously entered the building.

Inside, there were no facilities, just piles of miscellaneous items. In the corners were some simple farming tools, their metal parts rusted.

The abandoned farm field rendered these tools useless, and our weapons were decent enough that we didn't need them for defense.

The building had two floors, both similar in layout, each with a large storage room.

The first floor was filled with farming tools and fertilizer, while the second floor had some mysterious boxes.