Wang Lan suddenly realized why the fat man had been behaving so strangely along the way; he had been infected!

But when was he infected?

Sun Muchen suddenly remembered, and her eyes immediately filled with tears as she said, "I... I remember now, it was at the market that Fatty helped me block the infected. I must have been injured by the infected at that time!"

Wang Lan frowned. He and Yu Bin had been leading the charge in the breakout at the market and hadn't noticed how dangerous the situation behind them was. After hearing Sun Muchen's words, he looked closely at the fat man.

Sure enough, several obvious teeth marks could be seen on the fat man's arm!

It turns out he got infected while protecting Sun Muchen!

"Fatty, can you still hear me?"

Wang Lan also felt a pang of guilt. After all, the fat man had been infected while trying to save Sun Muchen, and he had helped them a lot along the way. Although Wang Lan had once wanted to kill the fat man, he suddenly found himself unable to do it now that he was about to take action.

Ultimately, he wasn't as heartless as a hunter.

But the fat man was already infected, so how could he hear what Wang Lan was saying?

A deep roar came from his throat. The fat man looked extremely pained, as if he was lacking the nourishment of fresh flesh and blood. He looked at the three living people in front of him with great desire. He leaned forward, bent over, and like a wild beast, he put his limbs on the ground and stared at Wang Lan with his mouth wide open.

"Fatty!"

Old Zhang called out to him, his whole body trembling. Among these people, only the two of them had the deepest friendship. Seeing his brother infected, no one was more heartbroken than Old Zhang.

But his shout startled the fat man, who turned to look at Old Zhang with his blue face and fangs.

Then the fat man pushed off the ground with all four limbs and charged towards Old Zhang.

Old Zhang remained motionless, standing still and giving up the fight.

Perhaps everything that had happened in the past two days had already pushed his psychological defenses to the limit, and the fat man's infection directly shattered his last line of defense.

But just as the fat man was only a step away from him, the fat man stopped. Old Zhang was stunned and looked behind the fat man. He saw Wang Lan behind the fat man, holding the fat man's leg tightly with one hand. No matter how hard the fat man tried, he could not take another step forward.

"If someone dies, they die. Those who are alive must continue to live."

Wang Lan spoke calmly, and at that moment, the fat man turned around and lunged at him.

But Wang Lan wouldn't give him a chance. She immediately tightened her grip on the fat man's leg and threw him to the ground.

"Wang Lan..."

Old Zhang seemed to want to say something more, but the words caught in his throat.

Wang Lan didn't even glance at him, picked up the Vajra Umbrella and walked over.

Rest in peace!

He spoke to the fat man who was struggling to get up, then raised the Vajra Umbrella and smashed it down on the fat man's head.

Bang!

The fat man is dead...

Sun Muchen and Lao Zhang couldn't bear to see this scene, so they both closed their eyes. A moment later, they heard a wolf howl coming from the wilderness outside the restricted area.

"Let's move forward."

When the two of them opened their eyes, they saw Wang Lan, whose face was solemn, standing opposite them.

Sun Muchen opened his mouth, "Brother..."

“I know what you’re trying to say,” Wang Lan picked up her backpack and slung it over her shoulder, while tossing Fatty’s bag to Lao Zhang. “We don’t have time to mourn. Living, surviving, is the best way to honor Fatty.”

Sun Muchen fell silent.

Old Zhang also held the fat man's backpack in his arms, remaining silent.

The three of them walked deeper into the Red Mist Forbidden Zone.

The atmosphere became even more somber.

Only three people are left...

From the moment the Hunters left home in the morning, in less than a day, almost everyone had died.

Everyone felt heavy-hearted.

As Wang Lan walked, he looked at his body and saw that all the wounds had disappeared and his skin had returned to normal. There were no scars left. This was a strange phenomenon because the wounds did not heal when he killed the fat man, but were completely healed the moment he woke up.

Wang Lan didn't know the underlying principle.

Moreover, since waking up, his head has not continued to hurt, and being immersed in this red mist gives him a very comfortable feeling. Wang Lan is now very clear that this comfortable feeling comes from his inexplicable familiarity and affinity with the red mist, but he can't remember when he came into contact with such red mist.

But the feeling was so intense, it was as if he and the red mist were one, as if he should have always been in the red mist.

Wang Lan took a deep breath.

Finding that the blood energy of the red mist had no effect on him, and instead dispelled the gloom of his current predicament, he looked up and gazed into the depths of the red mist.

A strange intuition told him that there seemed to be something ahead.

"Be careful," Wang Lan reminded the two behind him. "Mu Chen, take out your pistol and get ready. Lao Zhang, stay alert, there's something up ahead."

Sun Muchen nodded obediently and took out his pistol.

Old Zhang rubbed his face vigorously, then patted his cheeks and took out two Molotov cocktails from his backpack.

The three of them walked forward cautiously and found that the tire tracks on the ground started to become crooked and wavy from their feet, drawing an irregular wavy line. This discovery made the three of them frown.

As they walked further, the tire tracks became increasingly irregular. As the red mist thinned, visibility improved considerably. Following the direction of the tire tracks, Wang Lan suddenly noticed a faint shadowy figure about ten meters ahead.

The phantom was rectangular at first glance, and quite large, nearly two meters in length and width, with a horn-like thing on top.

The group exchanged glances, each with a look of confusion in their eyes, but they all gripped their weapons and walked forward.

The closer you get to the phantom, the stronger the sense of oppression it brings, but for some reason, the phantom just stays there quietly.

At first, the group was somewhat afraid, but seeing that the phantom remained motionless, their fear lessened. However, as they got closer, they realized that the phantom was actually a car!

And that horn-like thing was actually a large machine gun!

Wang Lan and Sun Muchen were both seeing a car up close for the first time, and they couldn't help but be surprised. Sun Muchen, in particular, looked like he had never seen anything like it before, and kept looking at the car.

"This is a military convertible jeep; it's obvious it's from the final fortress."

Old Zhang seemed quite knowledgeable. He climbed into the car, gripped the steering wheel with one hand and pushed the gear shift with the other, saying, "It's a manual transmission, so it must be an old car, but it's in pretty good condition."