American Comics: BOSS Invasion

In the following period, Harry often ran to Qishan.

Every time he came, Harry would exclaim in surprise for a long time, because every time he came to Qishan, there would be great changes.

And this small open space at the beginning was gradually transformed by Qishan into something more presentable.

The outside of the wooden house was carefully renovated. The wooden stakes that were previously tied together with rattan were also loosened and reassembled, using the small knife in his hand and some relatively easy-to-process softwood.

The exterior of the house was renovated to look like a fairy tale cottage.

On the other side of the bamboo forest, he found a small piece of fine yellow mud. After simple screening, Qishan waited for Harry's arrival and, with their cooperation, built a small blast furnace.

Using the natural vent at the cliff to inject oxygen.

Taking advantage of the fact that bamboo charcoal can reach a high temperature of 1800 degrees, in Harry's incredible gaze, he actually melted the iron ore into molten iron.

After preliminary screening and brief shaping, he indeed obtained several iron pieces of varying lengths.

With these things, and Harry witnessing and participating in the ironmaking process, Qishan's reputation among the survivors became more and more prominent.

Jack and some survivors with strong curiosity also came to visit under Harry's leadership, and even vaguely expressed their intention to ask for help.

John was, after all, a survival fanatic. He yearned for outdoor survival and had confidence in himself, but after seeing the wooden house built by Qishan, he suddenly began to doubt himself.

The gap was too big. The other party was simply an enhanced version of Robinson Crusoe, actually building a small home on a deserted island in just two weeks. Looking at the wooden house he built, looking at the fences and walls of varying heights around the outside.

And looking at the various furniture in the small room, as well as the carefully stored game outside, you could even find many kinds of dried wild vegetables in the corner.

Even the temporary open-air stove built near the pool was exquisitely built with a bamboo shed, which was perfect for sheltering from the wind and rain.

Jack was also curious to visit the stone pot, which was a concave round stone that had been finely polished. Although you could still see traces of the rock, the smoothness and traces of polishing inside amazed everyone.

If the survivors are now just primitive people in a primitive society, who can only rely on the heavens for food, occasionally hunt, and wholeheartedly wait for a non-existent rescue team to appear, then Qishan has already developed civilization to the small-scale peasant economy of feudal society, completely self-sufficient.

Because Harry ran more diligently, Qishan specially left a place for Harry in the room. Occasionally when Harry came, the two could sleep in a bunk bed.

Near the cliff, through Qishan's unremitting efforts, a row of branches was nailed in through special methods, and a triangular support structure was made below.

A cave about two or three meters deep was dug into the rock, and a small wooden house was built around the outside as a small storage room. The two were connected together to form a wind-sheltered cave.

Inside were the bathroom and storage room, which were still under construction.

However, in Qishan's explanation to Harry, this place had another purpose, which was that if the rescue team never came and they had to spend the rainy season or winter on the island, then this place would become the last refuge.

After so many days of development, in contrast, Qishan seemed more hardworking and far-sighted, while the survivors who only huddled together, only complained and quarreled, never knew how to work hard, and only knew how to wait for rescue, undoubtedly became a bunch of useless people in Harry's eyes.

Originally, the survivors were all from the same .asxs., and everyone was embracing each other for survival. Separating would lead to lonely death, and cooperation was the only way to survive together.

Therefore, even if they didn't like each other, even if their backgrounds and cultures were different, even if their languages were different, it didn't prevent them from snuggling up to each other and huddling together for warmth.

But Qishan's appearance showed them another way of life.

This planted a thorn in the young hearts of the survivors. As long as they were human, they had desires and yearned for a better life, even on a deserted island. From the initial full of confidence to gradually falling into despair, the rescue team never appeared.

Deep down, everyone had thought, what if there really was no rescue team? What if they had to survive on this deserted island for the rest of their lives?

Although the survivors didn't say it, they obviously took Qishan to heart.

Carter watched coldly, intending to remind Jack that things were changing little by little, but the words came to her lips several times and she swallowed them back. The two were just strangers, who were helping each other to survive because of a common disaster.

But this did not mean that her interests were aligned with Jack's.

Carter was just instinctively repelling, and this repulsion stemmed from the unknown.

Qishan alone could live a wonderful life, and it was becoming more and more wonderful. He was knowledgeable, like a living encyclopedia.

With just a small knife, he could enter the deep mountains and forests and build a farmhouse with his bare hands.

The last time she went to visit Qishan with Harry, Carter keenly discovered a square, burnt trace in a forest. She immediately realized that Qishan was trying to cultivate.

The other party obviously had signs of fighting a protracted war. She didn't know if this was a good phenomenon, but it was undeniable that Qishan was a person with a long-term vision.

And for her, a federal fugitive, such people were usually natural enemies.

Qishan was well aware of the petty thoughts of the survivors, but he didn't care. Whether the survivors lived or died, whether they fought or united, had no impact on him.

All he was doing was giving this small group a little stimulation, pushing them forward, and greatly accelerating any possible plot.

During these two weeks, Qishan had flown out of the island more than once, looking down from a high altitude, but every time he saw the same picture.

He even had a kind of illusion that as long as he left the island within a certain range, the time of this world seemed to stop, and even the clouds and celestial phenomena would not change in any way.

This made Qishan slightly puzzled, and at the same time, he began to search the entire island in a search-like manner. A large number of White Zetsu were scattered out, almost covering the island.

Every day, a large amount of strange information was concentrated to Qishan here.

Various species, various minerals, various alloyed irons, and even in a certain abandoned mine, one could find weapons and armaments from the cold weapon era hundreds of years ago.

And beneath another cliff, several ancient skeletons were found, at least several hundred years old.

As more and more discoveries were made, the doubts in Qi Shan's heart grew larger and larger.

This small island wasn't large, but the complexity of the species on it and the abundance of minerals were astonishing.

It was as if an omnipotent god had deliberately refined the entire earth, condensed the essence onto a small stone, and casually thrown it into the vast sea.

Most importantly, at a support point about one kilometer below the island, Qi Shan found an object like a pillar of light.

And in the caves around the light pillar, he discovered a secret chamber filled with an ancient aura.

A young man, always dressed in white, seemed like a mage from ancient times, spending his days reading and writing in the secret chamber, occasionally walking onto the land's surface to enjoy the sea breeze and gaze at the distant scenery.

Beneath the ground, there was an obviously man-made, yet winding and twisting passage, with its exit hidden deep within that strange village, concealed within a huge tree trunk.

Through Bai Jue's eyes, after secretly observing for several days, Qi Shan could finally confirm that the people of this village never knew they were being watched.

And the young man in white never approached, nor did he talk to outsiders, only occasionally meeting a young man dressed in black.

The two often argued about something in an ancient language, but each time it was very calm, and sometimes they would even play chess.

Judging from their way of getting along, the two should have known each other for hundreds of years, but judging from their appearance, they were only young men.

Subsequently, Qi Shan noticed the red wine treasured by the young man in white. This red wine possessed a peculiar vitality, and the source of the wine was in the depths of the underground, near a water source close to the light source.

And that young man in black, like a mutant with a strange X gene, often transformed into a state of smoke, roaming around the island, occasionally attaching himself to the survivors, causing them to have nightmares, shout, and become very emotionally unstable.

Qi Shan did not act rashly. His purpose was simple: to find a specific target, then kill him, complete his task, and return as soon as possible.

He had this idea before, and now it was even more so. If he didn't care about staying a little longer when he was outside the Resident Evil movie world, because there were many fun things in modern society.

Then now Qi Shan had a bit of homesickness. This desolate island, although rich in species, was really not fun.

Fortunately, Qi Shan carried a world with him, and he could return to the Resident Evil world for a stroll when he had nothing to do.

That's right, since falling into this small island, Qi Shan discovered that the Resident Evil small world in his body seemed to be suddenly activated, and there was absolutely no impact on entering and exiting the passage.

In order to eliminate his influence and relive the classic plot of Resident Evil, Qi Shan specially turned the timeline back to the Red Mansion period.

Watching Alice, with her fair skin, young appearance, and only a few upturned bangs, wake up from the pool, he even felt a little excited.

When he was extremely bored, Qi Shan would take a Magnum revolver and run into the zombie crowd to blow a few heads for fun.

In this way, while passing the time, he observed the changes on the entire island through Bai Jue. The exposure of the young man in white and the young man in black clarified the whole situation.

Without a doubt, the two were always in a state of opposition, and the young man in white was a bit like Lao Tzu, advocating for people's hearts to be good and governing by non-action, while the young man in black always felt that people's hearts were sinister and always wanted to use the survivors' struggles and human nature to prove this point to the young man in white.

Judging from the cold weapons in the pit, the two should both belong to long-lived species, but the black-clothed youth's physique was a bit strange.

Qi Shan was more concerned about that magical pillar of light, because in his investigation, he couldn't determine what material this thing was made of.

However, in a secret test, it was discovered that this thing could actually control gravity, just like a gravity well built in a science fiction game, which could easily send a spacecraft into space, or pull an alien warship to the ground.

Discovering this effect and seeing the struggle between the young man in black and the young man in white, the whole story of this event became clear.

Those poor survivors, including the survivor villages that had been on the island for who knows how long, were all tools for the struggle between these two.

Finding the key point was enough for Qi Shan, and solving it was just a matter of reaching out his hand.

On a moonlit night, after Qi Shan sent away Harry and the other survivors who came to freeload a meal, he turned and walked into the small wooden house, slowly sinking into the ground.

And this time, he did not choose to return to the Japanese-style courtyard space, but instead continued to sink, all the way into the light pillar cave deep underground.

Like a ghost, Qi Shan's figure appeared silently beside the light pillar, slowly stretched out his palm, and gently grasped the entire light pillar.

Energy! A surge of energy poured frantically from his palm. Qi Shan could feel an unmatched source of energy being rapidly converted into his own energy through a strange method.

This energy was very strange, like the Earth's magnetic field, and also like the source of life. Qi Shan's physical fitness was actually climbing at a crazy speed.

That feeling was like suddenly turning from an ordinary office worker into the Saitama teacher of One-Punch Man. The body strength and nerve reflex speed were changing dramatically every second.

It was as if all the attributes of an entire planet were being transferred to Qi Shan's body in a special way.

Such a vast and surging energy, if it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that they would not be able to last a few seconds before being directly burst, but Qi Shan's physique was special, and this situation would never occur, so the energy had nowhere to vent, and could only continue to strengthen his physique.

Qi Shan was also a little emotional, unexpectedly, his last shortcoming was actually made up in this peculiar way.

He exerted a little force on his hand, and the light pillar really loosened a bit, actually rising an inch.

And just then, a strange voice suddenly appeared behind him.

"Stop it, you can't move it, this is the foundation of the entire island, the location of all the power support points. Once it is pulled out, the entire island will collapse and sink!"