"It's probably just a way to amuse myself in the apocalypse, a way to find joy in hardship!"

Sun Muchen said, then added, "Brother, are you really alright?"

Wang Lan's face immediately showed a hint of impatience, and she nodded.

Sun Muchen sighed, took a few steps forward, threw the metal piece he had found on the mountain during the day onto the table, and asked, "What is this?"

Wang Lan glanced at the metal sheet, then said without thinking, "Isn't this just a piece of iron? What's wrong with it?"

“But I found this on the mountain, right where you fought the black bear,” Sun Muchen said. “I went back there again afterward, and when I found this piece of iron, it still had wild boar hair and bloodstains on it.”

“It probably splashed up during the battle,” Wang Lan said. “So what?”

"Brother!" Sun Muchen frowned and said, "Can't you just tell me the truth? What happened in that battle? And what's with this piece of iron?"

Wang Lan laughed upon hearing this and said, "What's going on? You little rascal, you're really overthinking it."

He walked over to Sun Muchen, patted his head, and said, "Don't worry, it's really nothing. Maybe it's just that I'm used to fighting and killing, so it's a bit hard to adjust to suddenly having nothing to do. I remember you read a book that mentioned a term... yes, post-war syndrome. Maybe that's what I'm going through."

"Sigh..." Sun Muchen sighed. He knew Wang Lan was stubborn, and if he didn't want to talk, he definitely wouldn't get anything out of him.

All he could do for now was stare intently at Wang Lan, as if trying to discern something from her eyes.

But Wang Lan remained calm and composed, his gaze utterly serene, revealing nothing at all.

Sun Muchen had no choice but to give up.

"Alright," Wang Lan said, scratching her head. "Go have some fun. It's rare to have such a peaceful life. Enjoy it. I'm fine."

Sun Muchen nodded, though his heart was filled with mixed feelings, he could only turn and leave.

Wang Lan watched Sun Muchen leave.

Then he lay back down on the bed.

Slowly closing his eyes, Wang Lan opened the C system and checked it out.

All indicators showed a slight increase, but everything remained stable.

After calming down, Wang Lan felt no unusual agitation or chest tightness. He touched his chest and found that the wound inflicted by the black bear had completely healed.

He can now be considered to be at full strength.

The only drawback...

Wang Lan swallowed hard, his breathing becoming increasingly heavy, as he slowly moved his right hand downwards.

Immediately afterwards...

Snap!

"Depend on!"

As if suddenly waking up, Wang Lan shuddered, then cursed and got out of bed.

He walked to the table, picked up the water, and drank it all in one gulp. After burping, he ran to the bucket, scooped up a handful of water, and splashed it on his face. As if that wasn't enough, he lifted the whole bucket and poured it over his head, soaking himself completely.

"call--"

He exhaled a heavy breath.

Wang Lan finally felt much better.

He was glad he hadn't gone all out this time; otherwise, all he would have gotten was a decline in his physical abilities and a sharp decrease in his attack and defense stats.

It must be understood that there are still hidden dangers in this Hope Village. Before everything is settled and before the answers are obtained, he cannot afford to relax even for a moment and must always maintain a state of complete readiness.

After wiping her face, Wang Lan returned to bed.

In fact, since returning from the mountain, Wang Lan had thought about many things carefully. It wasn't until he had run up and down the mountain many times that he finally had an epiphany and understood the true nature of his restlessness and chest tightness.

When this thought first arose, it was because of the strange smell. However, Wang Lan was always fighting and didn't often do this kind of thing, so he was naturally a little confused and agitated at first.

But when he calmed down and thought about it carefully, he quickly understood.

But Wang Lan knew he couldn't do that.

He knew all too well the enormous and devastating consequences that would follow, so he could only endure it.

However, what Wang Lan couldn't understand was...

What exactly is that strange smell?

What could possibly make him have such an impulse?

Wang Lan fell into deep thought for a moment.

At this moment, he suddenly paused, then frowned and looked outside.

His keen intuition told him that...there were people outside.

You've come two days in a row?

Wang Lan couldn't help but feel both amused and annoyed. He slowly stood up, lowered his voice, picked up the Vajra Umbrella, and walked to the door.

There are many ways to vent one's frustrations. Besides self-sufficiency, murder is an effective method!

Wang Lan licked her lips, listening as the sound grew closer.

He checked the system and found that "Frenzy" and "Speed" were still on cooldown, but "Flash" was still usable.

However, this is enough. In its current prime, coupled with the element of surprise, killing the opponent should not be difficult.

The Vajra Umbrella was held tightly in his hand.

Wang Lan took a deep breath.

Then, they burst through the door!

The moment the door shattered with a "crack," Wang Lan immediately used Flash to rush out.

The shadowy figure outside the door was startled, then saw Wang Lan appear before him. He trembled, and Wang Lan had already gripped his neck tightly, a mocking expression on her face.

"You can't escape this time!" Wang Lan sneered, reaching out to tear off the man's veil.

But to everyone's surprise, the man in black suddenly became agitated, reaching out with both hands and grabbing wildly at Wang Lan's chest.

Wang Lan was immediately bewildered by the man in black's actions. He kicked out, sending the man flying several meters away. He straightened his clothes, but then suddenly realized something, looked up, and widened his eyes, saying, "You know I have a wound on my chest?"

However, just as Wang Lan finished speaking, he realized that the man in black had disappeared.

At this moment, only Wang Lan remained standing in the arena.

But he looked completely bewildered.

How did the man in black know he had a chest injury?

Although Wang Lan was puzzled, she had a general idea of ​​what was going on.

Because only a few people saw the wounds on his body during the day.

The village chief is Chen Bihua, there are two teachers, and a large class of students.

Wang Lan retracted the Vajra Umbrella, and the figures and appearances of these people appeared in his mind one by one.

He was now certain that the ghost was among these people, but who could it be?

What is your intention?

Wang Lan snorted coldly and turned to walk into the house.

However, just as he reached the doorway, he suddenly stopped and looked back.

In the darkness in the distance, flickering lights could be seen.

It was reflected in Wang Lan's eyes.