These words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

They exchanged glances, and although neither could see the other's face clearly in the darkness, let alone understand the deeper meaning in each other's eyes, they unanimously categorized the fat man as an infected person.

Yes, he must have been infected by centipedes, which is why he did such a perverted thing as feeling the temperature of centipedes!

The group couldn't help but quicken their pace, trying to distance themselves from the fat man.

As the fat man lay on the centipede's back, he was surprised to find that the uninfected centipede was a true travel marvel. He felt the wind rushing towards him, making him run much faster than he could, not to mention saving him a great deal of effort.

However, as the centipede suddenly stopped moving forward, the fat man was violently thrown away.

At the same time, Wang Lan heard a dense buzzing sound coming from in front of them, which became clearer and clearer. He immediately realized that it was most likely that an army of flies had smelled the delicious aroma of the piranhas and were flying over to enjoy the food.

But then he heard a strange rustling sound in the constant buzzing, which seemed to be from a creature larger than a fly.

Then, Wang Lan suddenly sensed danger approaching from the front. His body, honed by long-term battles, instinctively reacted with offensive and defensive behaviors, causing him to lunge forward.

"Smack!"

Wang Lan caught the flying object in her hand.

It wasn't cold to the touch, so it wasn't infected. I could feel its fuzzy, damp body in my palm, and it actually felt pretty good to hold.

The creature was still flapping its wings rapidly, but the force it exerted when it landed on Wang Lan's hand had diminished considerably; it was more like a gentle patting massage.

"laugh--"

Old Zhang came over and struck a match.

When Wang Lan saw what he was holding, his face turned pale instantly.

That was a...fly...