Chapter 521 Is the wind level 9?
And so, the four of them finalized the plan for this operation.
Before we knew it, it was evening.
When Han Shuo had dinner with everyone, he told Li Shurou and Chen Hai about this.
After discussing it, everyone decided that Han Shuo, Fatty, and Xiao Zhao would go to assist Silver Hair in this operation.
As for Li Shurou and Chen Hai, they stayed at the base to take care of Feng.
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Actually, Han Shuo's initial idea was to leave Xiao Zhao here as well.
After all, all the strong fighters have left, and if any unexpected events occur, the people here might be in danger.
However, after thinking about it, he felt that with the wind around, he should be fine. Even though this big shot was injured, everyone had a mysterious sense of trust and admiration for him.
Moreover, snipers would be of great use in this assassination attempt on the old man, so after much deliberation, Han Shuo finally decided to bring Xiao Zhao along.
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After dinner, everyone was free to do as they pleased.
Han Shuo pushed open Feng's door. At this moment, although Feng was lying in bed, he was not asleep.
After he woke up this time, the two brothers hadn't had a proper talk yet. Han Shuo walked into the room, sat down on a chair, and asked worriedly.
"Feng, how are you feeling? Are you feeling any better?"
Feng nodded, his face still pale, but he still gave a brief reply of two words.
"fine……"
Then, the two began to chat idly, exchanging only a few words.
Han Shuo was very curious about Feng's experiences after he left last time, so he began to ask him questions.
Feng answered all of them. Although he didn't usually like to talk much, he was willing to communicate with Han Shuo.
He was an indifferent person, but not a cold-blooded one. The two had gotten along well for a long time, and some friendship had gradually taken root in Feng's heart.
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A few minutes later, Han Shuo nodded after he had roughly understood the situation.
He thought for a moment and then asked.
"Feng, you should stay with us from now on. Even after you recover, don't go out and risk your life on your own."
"Now... the situation on the zombie king's side is becoming increasingly dangerous."
After hearing his words, Feng did not immediately reply.
He looked at the worried expression on Han Shuo's face, remained silent for a while, and finally nodded.
"good."
With a single word, he agreed to Han Shuo's request.
Because, through his recent encounter with the zombie king, he had already realized that things were different now.
The zombie king's legion of the dead is growing stronger, especially after gaining control of the air, which allows them to ambush and annihilate him.
Feng knew that even if he recovered from his injuries and regained his full strength, he probably wouldn't be able to find a good opportunity to strike again.
Since that's the case, he can only cherish his own life.
In the past, he might have been more anxious, but now he is not, because after the last injection of the turbid fluid, he accidentally realized that he still has room for improvement.
He decided to conserve his energy and strive to become stronger!
As I said before, he would never allow himself to die unless the Zombie King died.
As long as we are alive, there is still hope for the future!
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Han Shuo was incredibly excited when Feng agreed.
Then, he took a bottle out of his pocket.
The bottle contained more than 300 drops of turbid liquid. These were naturally discovered by Li Shurou while she was treating Feng's injuries during his coma, and were later handed over to Han Shuo for safekeeping.
At the time, everyone was greatly shocked that Feng was able to obtain so much turbid liquid.
You should know that although that legion of the dead has many mutants, it also has a zombie king.
It must have taken considerable effort for Feng to hunt down so many mutants right under the Zombie King's nose.
Over 300 drops of turbid liquid, if converted to non-mutated mutant species, would be equivalent to Feng Cong killing more than 10 giant zombies, or more than 60 intelligent zombies, or more than 300 clawed zombies beside the Zombie King...
This number is terrifying to even think about.
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Han Shuo looked at the bottle containing more than 300 drops of turbid liquid in his hand, his eyes filled with envy, but without the slightest bit of jealousy.
He said, "Feng, I'll have Shurou purify this turbid liquid for you later, then you can use it."
Although he felt that it might be fine for him to swallow it directly with his wind abilities, the unpurified liquid still contained toxins.
If Li Shurou purified it before giving it to Feng, Han Shuo would feel more at ease.
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"Okay." Feng nodded.
He left these turbid liquids until now, and his considerations were similar to those of Han Shuo.
Although he has some antibodies against the ice crystal virus, he can't just eat anything that's poisonous.
After his first encounter with the dense fog that day, his eyes turned into the appearance of a zombie. The dosage of more than 300 drops of turbid liquid was simply too large. He didn't know if the antibodies in his body could completely eliminate the toxins.
Feng didn't want his body to become even more zombified.
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After obtaining Feng's consent, Han Shuo put the bottle of turbid liquid back into his pocket.
He asked with some curiosity, "Feng, do you think these 300-plus drops of turbid liquid will be enough for you to complete your next evolution?"
After saying this, Feng fell into deep thought.
He could feel some changes in his body when he received the injection of the turbid fluid last time.
After pondering and analyzing for a long time, he shook his head.
"That's not enough; we probably need about twice as much."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Shuo quickly began to calculate in his mind.
"Hmm... After injecting more than 300 drops, more than 600 drops are needed. It seems that the total amount of turbid liquid required for Feng's next evolution should be around 1,000 drops."
"Level 1: 2 drops; Level 2: 4 drops... Level 7: 128 drops... Level 10: 1024 drops."
"Wow, the level 10 number matches perfectly. If that's the case, the wind is currently at level 9?"
Based on these details alone, Han Shuo was able to deduce the current level of Feng's evolution.
Just as he suspected, the wind at that moment was indeed force 9, and it still hadn't reached his physical limits...
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Afterwards, Han Shuo stopped thinking about it and brought up the matter that everyone had discussed earlier that day.
"Feng, in a few days, Fatty, Xiao Zhao, and I will be going out for a trip."
"You can rest and recover here. Um... if anything unexpected happens during this time, Shurou and Uncle Hai will..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the wind waving its hand.
"Don't worry, I'm here."
These four words reassured Han Shuo.
He nodded gratefully to the wind, and the two chatted for a while longer before Han Shuo got up to say goodbye.
"Feng, I won't disturb you any longer. You should get some rest."
"Um."
Feng watched Han Shuo's retreating figure as he was about to leave the room, a rare hint of worry appearing in his eyes. He then added a sentence from behind.
"You must be extra careful on this journey."
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