"team leader!"
"Brother Yang!"
His companions came over and were almost frightened to death when they saw the black blood on Yang Changxu's arm.
"Brother Yang, what is it? It's zombie blood, right?" the flat-headed guy shouted.
The flat-headed guy fell into the hands of the robbery gang from the first day. If Yang Changxu hadn't kicked open the hellish door and pulled him in behind him, he would have died long ago.
In this team, Yang Changxu is their guiding light and the spiritual leader of the shelter. If he were to suddenly disappear...
Yang Changxu endured the pain and pulled up his sleeve. The wound had already rotted and broken, and black blood gradually seeped out.
"The wound is on the upper limb. It's too late to amputate. There's no hope of saving him." Instead of sighing, he smiled.
He patted the young man on the shoulder who was about to cry and said, "What's the matter? I will end my life after I clear out this batch of supplies. I have a map of the area here. It's getting dark. Take it and go back quickly. Everyone in the shelter is still waiting."
"team leader……"
A black-haired woman came over and held Yang Changxu's hand: "It's okay, there is still a chance. We are almost close to the Central Hospital. There must be clues to remove the zombie poison there... Isn't Lao Qin, who was injured today, also under quarantine in the shelter? He hasn't turned into a zombie yet..."
"Aman!" Yang Changxu suddenly shouted coldly.
"Yes!" The woman stood up straight and tensed her body, as if it was a subconscious action.
"Now, immediately, take the supplies and rush back to the shelter!" His voice was extremely firm: "This zombie is not simple. I can't become your time bomb - this is an order, take these two students and go back immediately!"
"...Yes." The woman answered in a hoarse voice and saluted with great respect.
The other two stood up and saluted the man silently.
…Even though I knew that I would become a spectator after I died, everything I felt was no different from real death.
As long as they can barely survive this first copy, they can freely choose whether to become spectators during the interval.
What's more, they don't know whether death means real death, or whether this is a joke of higher-dimensional creatures. In the early stages of the game, it is easy for people to fail to distinguish between the real and fake death.
They have never played online games, have never been exposed to alien culture, don't know what infinite flow games are, don't know what quick travel is, and they only know that death will be very painful, and they may never wake up again after death.
The barrage of comments condensed into a depressing atmosphere. The surroundings were extremely quiet, with only the zombies outside the window roaring in low voices.
At this moment, Su Mingan came over.
He glanced at Yang Changxu's wound: "Was he scratched?"
"Well... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have underestimated you before. Thank you for your help, but I can't be saved..." Yang Changxu sighed, and suddenly saw a bottle with purple liquid shaking in it being handed to him.
"Drink it." Su Mingan said.
The flat-headed man at the side glanced at him with eager expectation: "Is... is it the antidote?"
Yang Changxu's slightly surprised eyes also fell on the young man in front of him.
"It's hard to say." Su Mingan said.
"It's hard to say? What does that mean?" The woman wanted to come up with a little excitement, but a cold light suddenly flashed in front of her.
Yueyue looked at her calmly, the snow-white sword in her hand reflecting light like a mirror.
The woman stepped back subconsciously.
"If my guess is correct, it should be an antidote. If my guess is wrong..." Su Ming'an pinched his chin and thought, but before he finished speaking, he saw Yang Changxu tilt his head back and drink it directly.
"Captain, Captain!" A'man hurried to see him.
"What will happen if I guess wrong?" Yang Changxu laughed heartily: "If I mutate into some other monster, let the little girl kill me. That sword is pretty fast."
"Don't talk nonsense..." A'man was still looking at him worriedly, and suddenly saw that the wound that was constantly oozing black blood gradually turned red.
"Cough, cough, cough!" Yang Changxu suddenly spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Amid everyone's worried and expectant eyes, Yang Changxu slowly raised his head.
The arm, which was originally turning blue and black, gradually began to turn its normal red color.
...all characteristics that tend toward zombie-like nature have completely disappeared.
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