The group then entered the forbidden area filled with red mist.
A strong smell of blood wafted over.
It was as if the red mist was formed from a large amount of blood energy, and the red mist also greatly obstructed the view. At this moment, the visibility was less than three meters, and the group was essentially walking in the dark.
"This... is a little scary..."
Old Zhang was trembling all over. Facing the blood-red color all around him, his heart was in his throat. He felt like his body was about to be dyed red by the red mist. He swallowed hard, covered his nose, and said, "Damn it, this red mist makes me nauseous and uncomfortable. I've never heard of such a large area of red mist in the safe zone before!"
Seeing that Old Zhang's expression was extremely painful and he didn't seem to be lying, Sun Muchen looked at the fat man, only to find that the fat man's expression was even more exaggerated. His face was frighteningly white, even slightly bluish, making him look even more terrifying in the red mist.
Sun Muchen was shocked, because she felt that the red mist had no other effect besides obscuring their vision, so why were the two of them in so much pain?
She looked at Wang Lan and saw that Wang Lan's brows were furrowed, his facial features were twisted in pain, and his whole body was swaying. The red mist was having a more serious effect on Wang Lan than on Lao Zhang and Fatty!
She quickly helped Wang Lan up, and felt a damp, cold sensation where her hands touched him. She asked, "Brother, how are you?"
"I...I'm fine."
Wang Lan spoke with a trembling voice, as if it took a lot of effort to utter these few simple words.
Just as he finished speaking, he lost his grip on the Vajra Umbrella, which fell to the ground. His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.
"elder brother!"
Sun Muchen exclaimed in surprise, but dared not forcibly support Wang Lan, and could only gently place him on the ground.
Old Zhang ran over and saw large beads of sweat on Wang Lan's forehead and her body convulsing uncontrollably. He asked in surprise, "Wang Lan, what's wrong with you?"
"pain…"
"Headache…"
Wang Lan was in excruciating pain, her eyes were rolling back, and she lay on the ground contorted like an infected person, constantly crying out in pain.
Old Zhang never expected Wang Lan's headache to come so suddenly, but at this critical moment, it was undoubtedly adding to the chaos. He anxiously said, "Oh dear, what should we do? How can it not hurt?"
Sun Muchen rummaged through the painkillers in his bag, then instructed Lao Zhang, "Keep an eye on your surroundings. If you hear any wolf sounds, tell me immediately!"
Old Zhang nodded quickly.
He was like a headless fly, at his wit's end, and could only do whatever Sun Muchen told him to do.
After giving instructions to Lao Zhang, Sun Muchen looked at the fat man, about to speak, but found that the fat man had also fallen to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.
But Wang Lan's condition was also very bad at the moment, so Sun Muchen didn't pay attention to him and searched for painkillers on his own.
Wang Lan was in so much pain that she was no longer fully conscious.
From the moment he came into contact with the red mist, Wang Lan had a strange feeling, as if he had come into contact with this red mist before, or as if he had felt the damp red mist hitting his face before.
In short, this feeling is extremely familiar.
But then, Wang Lan noticed a dull ache starting from the back of his head, and his heart started beating faster and faster. The pain quickly spread throughout his brain, making Wang Lan feel like he was living a life worse than death.
The voices from the outside world rang out in a chaotic cacophony around him. At that moment, he could only hear the sounds, but not the content of them. All he knew was that his head was throbbing.
It hurts so much!
As his body convulsed, the wounds on his body rubbed, squeezed, and tore, causing him excruciating pain and making his consciousness increasingly blurred.
The blood mist in front of me gradually disappeared, replaced by a chaos unlike darkness, and then... System C appeared in my sight.
This time, however, the C system became completely chaotic.
The numbers in the personal information section kept changing, with various values rising rapidly and then decreasing.
Wang Lan saw that the highest combat power displayed was 3700!
It then quickly dropped to 30.
The basic information bar and the skills bar appeared alternately, collided with each other, and suddenly became fragmented. All the information, whether numbers or text, turned into gibberish in an instant, filling the field of vision.
Wang Lan's head was throbbing more and more, as if it had exploded and shattered into pieces, but her body could still feel the sensation.
The garbled text kept assaulting his visual nerves, making Wang Lan unconsciously feel short of breath. He saw countless lights and shadows moving through the garbled text, each light and shadow seemingly a picture, but the speed of movement was too fast to make out what was displayed in the picture.
The light and shadow kept flashing, and Wang Lan soon felt dizzy. However, he hoped to pass out quickly because he could clearly taste the bitterness. But the damn headache did not lessen at all; on the contrary, it became more and more serious. He thought that perhaps only passing out was the best way to relieve the headache.
But at that moment, he heard a hurried voice coming from the light and shadow, calling his name repeatedly.
"Wang Lan!"
"Wang Lan!"
"Wake up!"
Before falling into a coma, Wang Lan suddenly regained consciousness. He recognized that the voice was coming from Lao Zhang, and it didn't sound like a voice from the light and shadow, but rather like it was ringing in his ear.
Realizing this, Wang Lan immediately felt his headache lessen. He realized that Old Zhang's voice was extremely anxious, clearly indicating that something had happened and he was in danger.
"Wake up!"
Old Zhang's voice rang out once again.
"If he doesn't wake up soon, Sun Muchen will die!"
Upon hearing these words, Wang Lan's heart suddenly raced, and he immediately opened his eyes.
The gibberish and light and shadow vanished without a trace in an instant, replaced by a thinning red mist and Old Zhang's voice.
"You're finally awake, Wang Lan! Quickly, go save Sun Muchen!"
Wang Lan was taken aback and quickly looked to the side.
Not far away, the fat man had pinned Sun Muchen to the ground, and Sun Muchen was desperately trying to hold back the fat man's head as he kept pressing down on him.
Wang Lan frowned, flipped over and rushed over, kicking the fat man away, then helped Sun Muchen to his feet.
Are you alright?
Sun Muchen, panting, shook his head. "No...it's nothing."
Wang Lan turned to look at the fat man, "Are you crazy? What are you trying to do?"
“Brother…don’t blame him,” Sun Muchen grabbed Wang Lan’s hand, “Fatty…Fatty got infected.”
Upon hearing this, Wang Lan was immediately startled.
The fat man staggered to his feet, his limbs stretched out at an odd angle, his head drooping behind him. Once his twisted legs had propped him up, he jerked his head forward and looked up at Wang Lan.
It was now a pale, bluish face, with a blank white look in its eyes!
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