Chapter 387 Sang Yan's Face.
He Zhuo chimed in with a grin, "Uncle, do you think it's possible that Mei Bao is taking care of us?"
Gu Wan and the others nodded in agreement. Gu Wan said, "Uncle, if it weren't for Nan Nan, the grass on our graves would probably be three meters high by now!"
Lu Nange: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Gu Wan clasped her hands in a gesture of respect: "I was wrong! People like us are sure to live to be a hundred!"
It was only then that Sang Che and Sang Yan realized that the "Twelve Fiends of Flame Heart" were actually led by their younger sister.
Lu Nange felt everyone's attention: "How about... we go back and have some food first?"
He Zhuo was the first to respond: "It has to be my little sister! She knows I'm starving!"
Gu Wan nodded in agreement: "Let's eat and chat, and after we finish, we'll take my uncle and the others around to get acquainted."
As Sang Xu watched the interaction among the young people, he recalled what Lu Xici had said yesterday: these young people had all eaten Zhizhi's leaves and were people he could completely trust.
He hesitated for a moment, then walked to Lu Nange's side: "Nannan, do you still have any leaves? Could you give one to Ache and Yanyan as well?"
Hearing this, Sang Che said, "Uncle, what leaves? Why are you asking your sister for things right away? It's not easy for Nan Nan and the others to survive in the apocalypse..."
Before he could finish speaking, Sang Xu interrupted him sharply.
"Shut up!" Sang Xu glared at his nephew, then turned to Lu Nange: "Nannan, people's hearts are unpredictable. It's not that your uncle doesn't trust his own family, it's just that this way... everyone feels at ease."
Lu Nange looked up at Sang Xu, then glanced at Sang Che and Sang Yan...
The original owner wasn't very familiar with these two cousins; in her memory, she only saw them once a year during the Lunar New Year.
She understood Sang Xu's intentions. In this world where order has collapsed, even the closest relationships may... need a layer of protection.
Without the slightest hesitation, she called out to the little tree-man on Gangzi's back, who had been eagerly anticipating its movements: "Zhizhi..."
"grumble--!"
Two vines on the branches, with lightning speed, swiftly stuffed two vibrant green leaves into Sang Che and Sang Yan's mouths.
Seeing this familiar scene, He Zhuo nodded in satisfaction, his tone tinged with schadenfreude.
"Very good, very good. I'm relieved to see them receiving the same treatment as us."
Gu Wan: "Zhizhi's feet are very clean too!"
Sang Che and Sang Yan were stunned at first, then felt the leaves in their mouths melt instantly, and a cool energy flowed down their throats and throughout their bodies.
Sang Xu then explained, "This is a mutated plant of Nan Nan. It's highly nourishing and strengthens the body for those who have no ill intentions towards Nan Nan, but if they harbor malicious intent... they will die."
Sang Che and Sang Yan exchanged a glance and nodded solemnly.
As the vines were being pulled back, they caught on the cloth covering Sang Yan's face.
Although Sang Yan subconsciously reached out to pull it, the strip of cloth still slipped down, revealing her face that she had been hiding.
The air seemed to freeze at that moment.
Sang Yan's face was covered with crisscrossing scars, which had healed but still looked shocking.
She hurriedly tried to cover her face again: "W-Did I scare you...?"
"Sister Yan!" Lu Xici's voice was filled with shock and heartache: "Your face... what happened to it?!"
Before Sang Yan could speak, Sang Che's expression instantly turned furious, his fists clenching so tightly they cracked.
"It's my fault...it's my fault for not protecting Yanyan well." Sang Che's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with self-blame.
He suddenly remembered something and looked at Lu Nange anxiously: "Nannan, Uncle said that Yanxin has healing abilities. Could you ask her to take a look at Yanyan?"
All eyes turned to Wen Qing.
Wen Qing leaned closer to Sang Yan: "May I take a look for you?"
Sang Yan: "Thank you."
"You're welcome." Wen Qing grasped her hand. "Nan Nan's family is my family. I'm a bit older than you, so you can just call me Sister Wen Qing."
"Sister Wenqing."
Wen Qing smiled slightly and grasped Sang Yan's wrist.
A soft white light emanated from his palm, slowly flowing into Sang Yan's body...
As the white light flowed, the scars on Sang Yan's face began to change at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Those hideous scars gradually faded and disappeared, and the swollen skin regained its healthy glow.
In just a short while, that face that was once covered in scars was restored to its original smoothness, and even more delicate and rosy than before.
"Yanyan, it's all better now, your face is all better..." Sang Che's eyes reddened.
Sang Yan touched her face with trembling hands, the sensation from her fingertips making her feel incredulous.
She looked at Wen Qing: "Sister Wen Qing, thank you..."
......
At the same time, the metal gate of the 'Flameheart' market closed behind Peng Chun and his group.
Peng Chun: "Get in the car, back to base."
Long Teng and his group walked towards the convoy parked not far away. Only after getting into the cars and slamming the doors shut did many of them dare to let out a long sigh of relief.
"I almost died there!"
"Did any of you see who did it?"
"No!"
"I really envy Team Sang and the others who can stay in Flameheart."
"Shh, we don't know what Captain Peng means, but we can't say those things out of our mouths!"
"Whether Captain Sang dies in a horde of zombies or survives in Flameheart awaits Captain Peng's instructions."
"When will this constant fear end?"
......
In the middle SUV, Dong Fanglai drove while carefully observing Peng Chun's gloomy face through the rearview mirror.
He licked his slightly chapped lips and tentatively asked, "Captain Peng, are we... just going to leave those three from the Sang family there like this?"
Peng Chun: "What? If you don't stay in Yanxin, are you planning to steal her away?"
Just that one moment! Didn't you feel it? It felt like my head was being stabbed by countless needles!
Let me tell you, if we had dared to say a single 'no' back then, we'd all be corpses now, lying face down in that market in Flameheart!
Dong Fanglai nodded: "Captain Peng, do you think... the one who attacked us just now, could it be that little wench who threatened us?"
"No, one of the boys out of those twelve is a psychiatrist. Are you blind? That guy surnamed Lu looks so much like Sang Xu, didn't you notice yesterday?"
Dong Fanglai: "He was wearing a mask at the time, so I couldn't see him clearly."
Peng Chun...
Dong Fanglai: "Captain Peng, what about Sang Xu's faction, especially that guy up there... how are we going to explain this back to them?"
Upon hearing this, Peng Chun chuckled as if he had heard a joke, and leaned back in his chair.
"What we brought back were real supplies! Compared to these life-saving items, what are three people who 'unfortunately died in the line of duty'?"
He paused, his tone turning cold and numb.
"In this world, people die every day. What's so strange about three people with the surname Sang dying? When you encounter a zombie horde on the road, it's common for the whole army to be wiped out, let alone just three people."
Let everyone keep their mouths shut; it's better to avoid trouble.
Dong Fanglai: "Understood."
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