It was almost 7 p.m. when I returned to my bedroom in the real world.
More than twenty hours have passed since last night, and he has not eaten or drunk anything, nor has he felt any hunger or thirst.
He was still in excellent spirits and full of energy.
However, I wasn't as excited as I was in the morning.
Yang Zheng remembered clearly that he ate a strange fruit on an empty stomach around six or seven in the morning.
It's 7 p.m. now, a full twelve hours have passed.
In other words, consuming just one exotic fruit can keep you in a fully charged state for more than twelve hours.
This is a good discovery.
When venturing into smaller worlds in the future, why bother bringing food and water? Just bring some fruit pulp in bottles.
When I feel like I'm running out of energy, I take a sip, and my fighting spirit instantly skyrockets.
Since I'm still not hungry, I'm too lazy to go out for a meal.
While the effects of the exotic fruit are still present, hurry upstairs, cut open the golden snakeskin, and then make the defensive armor according to the method I had in mind.
Thinking of this, he immediately went to the bedside and took out the sharp short sword that was hidden underneath.
Just as I was about to go upstairs, my phone suddenly rang.
When I picked it up, I found it was a video sent by my mother.
Soon, the mother's smiling face appeared in the video.
"Xiao Zheng, have you eaten yet?"
"I ate..." Actually, he hadn't eaten all day and wasn't hungry at all.
My mother is always like this. Every time she calls or video chats, no matter what the topic is, the first three questions she always asks are, "Have you eaten?" "How have you been lately?" "Are you busy with work? Remember to rest..."
This is the most basic way to express maternal love.
In ordinary families, mothers and sons don't use the cheesy and exaggerated expressions of love and longing seen in movies and TV dramas.
It's clear from the video that the mother's complexion has returned to its usual radiance, and she looks quite happy.
It seems that once her father recovered, she recovered as well.
Yang Zheng chatted with his mother for a few minutes, and then his mother handed the phone to his father, who was sitting next to him.
My father is recovering quite well.
It had only been a few days since I last saw him, but his complexion had become even rosier, and his cheeks looked fuller.
The father and son didn't have much to talk about, so after a few casual words, Yang Zheng began to subtly inquire about the various physical reactions the boy had experienced after consuming the exotic fruit.
"Dad, how have you been lately?"
Father said, "She's doing very well. Her appetite is even bigger than before, she sleeps soundly at night, and even her old problem of lower back pain is completely gone. Isn't the folk remedy your second aunt found amazing?"
Yang Zheng laughed and said, "It's quite amazing. By the way, Dad, didn't you say before that your arms sometimes hurt? Are they still like that now?"
Upon hearing this, the father hesitated for a moment, then slowly said, "I don't know why, but ever since I suddenly recovered, I always feel like there's a huge gray fog floating around me."
"Gray fog?"
Yang Zheng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly asked, "What exactly happened? Tell me in detail."
The father lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said, "It's like the dark color of dawn, with a very thin fog. No matter where I go, I feel like it's surrounding me."
“I asked your mom and the others, and they all said they didn’t see any gray fog. I’m the only one who can see it. They all said I might have glaucoma or some other eye disease…”
Listen quietly as your father finishes speaking.
Yang Zheng fell into deep thought.
how so?
After the father ate the strange fruit, he was able to see "things" that ordinary people could not see.
What's going on? Why don't I have this problem?
Filled with doubt, Yang Zheng asked again, "Besides being able to see the gray fog, does your arm still hurt?"
The father said, “Sometimes it hurts, sometimes it doesn’t, but since you left, the pain has become more and more frequent and lasts longer. I always feel like something is trying to come out of my arm.”
Yang Zheng was secretly worried, "Besides these, are there any other abnormal reactions?"
The father shook his head and said, "No, in other aspects, my health is very good. I am much stronger than before, and I feel like I have returned to my youth. I am particularly healthy."
At this point, Yang Baisong knew that his son was concerned about him, so he smiled and said, "Don't worry, what I just said is nothing. It was probably just a side effect of the folk remedy. Compared to the pain I was in before, it's nothing."
"You can focus on your work out there and don't worry about me, I'm fine..."
After hanging up the phone, Yang Baisong sat on the sofa and stared blankly into space, seemingly lost in thought.
Xu Xiuqin was looking for a change of clothes for her husband when she glanced at him and said, "Why don't you go take a shower first? I can do the laundry together later."
After I repeated it several times, Yang Baisong didn't react; he seemed to be thinking about something.
"Hundred Pines!"
She called again, and Yang Baisong finally snapped out of his daze. "What?"
Xu Xiuqin said, "I told you to go take a shower first, and I'll do the laundry together later."
Yang Baisong waved his hand and said, "I just finished eating. I'm going out for a walk. I'll wash up when I get back. You go ahead and wash up."
After saying that, he stood up and slowly walked towards the door.
Xu Xiuqin glanced at her husband but didn't say anything more.
Since he recovered from his illness, he has developed a habit of going for a walk alone every evening after dinner.
That's a good habit. Exercising after meals is good for your health; that's what all the health experts on TV say.
In summer, the days are longer and it gets dark later.
In places like Qiongshan, it usually doesn't get completely dark until around eight o'clock.
It's only a little past seven, and it's still bright outside.
With his hands behind his back, Yang Baisong walked out of the gate, crossed the road, and arrived at the Osmanthus Riverbank.
Gazing at the long riverbank, lined with osmanthus trees and the clear, melodious water, he couldn't help but drift into a daze once more.
"Now that the illness is under control and my body has almost recovered, I can no longer stay at home to rest; I must go out and earn money."
"Xiao Zheng is already twenty-six years old this year, and he's still not married. The family's savings are probably all gone, and he might have dug a huge hole in his own finances. We need to find money to fill it as soon as possible..."
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh softly and habitually lit a cigarette.
Along the riverbank where the guardrails had already been built, he slowly walked towards the quiet section of the river ahead, but he kept thinking about whether he should find his old friend who was a contractor in another city and find some work to do.
There's not much money at home, and I'm always in debt after finishing my work. If I want to make money quickly, I have to go to other places.
He took a deep drag of his cigarette and casually tossed away the empty butt.
Looking at the gray mist surrounding him, Yang Baisong couldn't help but frown.
These gray mists began to appear slowly from the day he stopped feeling pain.
The fog seemed relatively light and thin in the first few days.
But for some reason, things have become increasingly abnormal these past two days. The fog is getting thicker and thicker, and what's even stranger is that no matter how thick the fog is, it doesn't affect his vision.
Look as far as you can.
It remains as clear as it should be.
On the contrary, he felt that his vision and hearing were much better than before he got sick.
I used to have to wear glasses to see my phone clearly because it was blurry.
Now I can see everything clearly without wearing glasses.
So many strange things!
Since the pain suddenly stopped, more and more strange things have been happening to me. But for me, they're all good things.
Aside from the gray fog surrounding us!
As Yang Baisong walked, he came to a remote and deserted wasteland.
Sudden,
Just then, he felt a sharp pain in both of his arms.
There seemed to be two fierce streams of air trying to burst out of my arm uncontrollably.
"snort……"
The throbbing pain became increasingly intense, far exceeding the intensity of previous attacks by hundreds or even thousands of times.
At this moment, Yang Baisong's face was contorted, and the veins on his face were bulging. He was in so much pain that he could not bear it. He could only squat down with his arms wrapped around himself, hissing cold air and letting out muffled groans.
Suddenly, something even stranger happened.
The gray mist that had been surrounding them suddenly began to churn.
At the same time, within a radius of several hundred meters, gray fog continuously gathered, eventually forming a gray fog area with a radius of ten meters.
Yang Baisong felt a little flustered. He had a vague feeling that something bad was about to happen.
really,
Less than three seconds later, the fierce air currents within his two arms seemed to sense the presence of the thick fog outside and began to surge outwards wildly.
On both arms, all the blood vessels and tendons appeared like earthworms, then rolled and trembled incessantly.
Finally, he felt the two streams of air being squeezed into his palms, but they just wouldn't come out.
At this moment, he was in extreme pain.
It suddenly let out a low growl, waved its hands, and slammed them hard onto the ground.
There was a muffled thud.
Something seemed to surge wildly from within his palms, eventually forming a fist-sized brown cloud of energy in front of him.
The moment the brown cloud appeared, it absorbed all the gray fog within a ten-meter radius.
Instantly, the brown gas cloud became even more agitated and ferocious.
The intense throbbing pain suddenly disappeared.
Yang Baisong stared blankly at the brown cloud of gas floating in front of him, dumbfounded!
"What...what is this?"
He was somewhat frightened and instinctively raised his hands to protect his chest, while taking two steps back.
With a "whoosh," the surging brown gas transformed into two streams of light and shot into his arms.
Instantly, Yang Baisong sensed that something was wrong.
At this moment, he seemed to be in a magical place, feeling that the ground within a ten-meter radius was part of his body, which he could control at will.
This feeling is wonderful and indescribable.
Yang Baisong took a deep breath, gently waved his hand, and instantly, a large chunk of intact soil from the dry, cracked wasteland slowly peeled away from the ground and floated up under his control…
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