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Chapter 21 Chapter [-] "Is it the antidote?"

"team leader!"

"Brother Yang!"

The companions came up together, and seeing the black blood on Yang Changxu's arm, they almost lost their souls in fright.

"Brother Yang, how is it? It's the blood of zombies, right?" the flat-headed guy cried.

The flat-headed guy fell into the hands of the plundering gang from the first day. If Yang Changxu hadn't kicked open the hellish door and pulled him behind him, he would have died long ago.

In this team, Yang Changxu is their beacon and the spiritual leader of the sanctuary. If he suddenly disappears...

Yang Changxu endured the pain and opened his sleeves. The wound was rotten and ripped, and black blood was gradually seeping out.

"The wound is in the upper limb, and the amputation is too late. There is no way to save it." Instead of sighing, he raised a smile.

His palm patted the shoulder of the young man who was about to cry: "What does it matter! After I clear this batch of materials, I will end it myself. I have a map of the area here. It's going to get dark. Go back quickly - everyone in the shelter, you are 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 detoxify the zombies... the old Qin who was injured today is not Is he isolated and observed in the shelter, he hasn't turned into a zombie yet..."

"Oman!" Yang Changxu suddenly shouted coldly.

"Yes!" The woman stood up straight and stretched her body, like a subconscious behavior.

"Now, immediately, bring the supplies and rush back to the shelter!" His voice was very firm: "This zombie is not easy, I can't be your time bomb - this is an order, take these two students, immediately go back!"

"...Yes." The woman replied hoarsely, and saluted with great respect.

The other two stood up straight and silently saluted the man.

...even knowing that he will become an audience when he is dead.Everything that can be felt is no different from real death.

As long as they barely survived this first copy, during the intermission, they can freely choose whether to become a spectator or not.

What's more, they don't know if death means real death, and they don't know if this is a joke of high-dimensional creatures.Early in the game, it's easy to lose the distinction between true and false death.

They have never played online games, they have never been exposed to alien culture, they don't know what infinite streaming games are, and they don't know what fast wear is. They only know that death will be very painful, and that they may never wake up again.

The barrage was condensed in a dull atmosphere, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, only the zombies outside the window roared in a low voice.

At this moment, Su Mingan came over.

He glanced at Yang Changxu's wound: "Scratched?"

"Well... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have underestimated you before, thank you for your help, but I can't save it..." Yang Changxu sighed and suddenly saw a bottle of purple liquid swaying in front of him.

"Drink it." Su Ming'an said.

The short-haired man at the side looked sideways, 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 indifferently, the snow-colored long sword in her hand reflecting like a mirror.

The woman subconsciously stepped back.

"If my guess is correct, it should be an antidote. If I'm wrong..." Su Mingan thought while pinching his chin, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Yang Changxu tilt his neck neatly and drink it directly. down.

"Team, captain!" Oman hurriedly looked at him.

"What happens if you guess wrong?" Yang Changxu let out a hearty laugh: "If it mutates into some other monster, let the little girl kill me, that sword is quite fast."

"Don't talk nonsense..." Aman was still looking at him worriedly, when he suddenly saw that his wound was oozing black blood, gradually revealing a touch of red.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Yang Changxu spat out a mouthful of black blood.

In the worried and expectant eyes of everyone, Yang Changxu slowly raised his head.

The arm, which had tended to be blue and black, gradually oozes out the normal color of red.

... all the characteristics that tend to be zombies have completely disappeared.

(End of this chapter)