The Isolated Island (11)
The setting sun completely sank behind the woods, and the last rays of light disappeared.
Chu Yi ignored the strange eyes. In his peripheral vision, he seemed to catch sight of the director holding his chopsticks to put a piece of red meat into his mouth. He still remembered his objective, complete the filming of the movie. How could he do that, if the director was dead?
With a flick of his wrist, the wooden chopstick flew up, and with a short cry, everyone could see Chu Yi's chopsticks hit the fat middle ages man's wrist, shaking his hand that was going to pick up the vegetables.
The director looked at him with doubt, but he hastily put down the chipsticks as if knew something, "Chu Yi? Are you okay?"
"Don't eat this meat."
He spoke in a low tone but in the silent hut it was extremely loud, he looked around at everyone at the table his eyes weren't sharp but inexplicably everyone felt a cold chill.
"This piece of meat cannot be eaten."