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"The reason why the first instar larva of the earth-burrower parasitizes in the dreamland of humans and absorbs power to pupate is because there are no natural enemies here, and no creature can threaten them. So how did this larva die?"

Unless the host dies and the larvae cannot absorb any nutrients, they will die.

Wait, can't absorb any nutrients?

Xia Ren looked at the listless flower in front of him.

And the yellow powder on the hand.

In my mind, an unbelievable idea appeared.

"It's these powders that robbed the dreamland of nutrients, causing the larvae to be unable to absorb nutrients...starved to death?"

He was startled, and then realized what kind of consequences his discovery would bring, and his heart was pounding suddenly.

Xia Ren couldn't wait to come to another sluggish flower that was also covered with yellow powder, and opened its petals.

In the flower core, there was indeed a skinny larva crawling, motionless, it must have died.

Xia Ren's eyes were wide open, and his breathing was a little short.

He checked more than a dozen flowers one after another, and found that they were all in a similar situation, with a severely malnourished earth burrower larva crawling in the flower core.

Looking at the sparse flower garden, Xia Ren realized that the owners of these flowers may all be patients from the quarantine area for atypical insectophobia.

So, the larvae are dead and in a sense they are cured?

Is there a cure for atypical insectophobia?

Before Xia Ren had time to be happy, he saw not far away, a flower that was extremely sluggish and began to wither, which meant that its owner had also passed away in reality.

"The neural fungus illuminated by the sapphire has degenerated into something else. Although it is not as powerful as the full stage, it also has the ability to kill people."

"Although the yellow fungus can snatch nutrients and cure the plague, its existence is another kind of plague?"

"Although atypical insectophobia is gone, people infected with the yellow fungus will still die. It's nothing more than a different way of dying..."

Xia Ren frowned, and when he was thinking hard, a silk thread hanging from the clouds floated in front of him silently.

"Spider silk?"

He noticed the thread, and subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to pull it.

Unexpectedly, the moment the skin touched the silk thread, they were tightly stuck together.

In an instant, he was pulled up into the dark clouds by the spider thread and disappeared without a trace.

This piece of land has once again returned to dead silence.

Chapter 462 There Are Only Two of Us at Home

The wind howled in his ears, and Xia Ren was pulled by the spider's thread, not knowing where he was going to fly.

He came to an empty space, surrounded by terrifying invisible darkness, shining balls of light passing by in the distance from time to time, and a winged creature hiding in the darkness, laughing wildly.

But fortunately, the spider silk was pulled extremely fast, and after a while, the spider thread broke, and he was put on a cliff, and the empty space was at the bottom of the cliff.

Xia Ren stretched out his head to take a look, only feeling terrified.

The bottom is wrapped in creeping darkness, bottomless, as if it has no end.

"This is where?"

He didn't understand what the spider silk was trying to do, so he turned around.

……

……

The bright sunlight shines on Xia Ren's face through the window, his face is calm, without any pain, and looks very serene.

In the spacious and bright room, everything was cleaned neatly, a faint fragrance of flowers floated in the air, the breeze blew the curtains, it was quiet and beautiful.

Xia Ren was covered with a bright red quilt, and the quilt cover was embroidered with the pattern of dragon and phoenix showing auspiciousness with golden green silk thread, which was very gorgeous.

In the vase on the bedside table, there are a few bunches of elegant orchids, and on the body of the vase is printed a hundred years of love in red artistic fonts.

There is also a red teapot next to it, which says "Keep Together Forever".

On the wall above the bed is a large picture of twin children, with a few large characters in the center of the flower: "Give birth to a precious child early."

Qin Yun was sitting on the sofa in the living room reading a book, the cover of which was "Postpartum Care of Sows".

While watching with great interest, she also muttered:

"Postpartum care for sows should start before delivery. The sows should gradually reduce the amount of feed four to five days before delivery. The purpose is to reduce abdominal pressure, eat less before delivery, and then eat more after delivery. If you eat too much, the labor process will become longer..."

On the coffee table in front of her, there are several other books, namely "Guidelines for Nursing of Paralyzed Patients", "Nursing of Vegetative People", "Practice Essentials of Rehabilitation Training", "Do These Ten Things Well, and Vegetable People Grow into Zhou Shuren" etc.

It was the book Qin Yun bought to deal with Xia Ren's coma.

As for this "Postpartum Care of Sows", Qin Yun took it by mistake. When she bought the book, she just saw the word "Nursing" and threw it into the shopping cart. She didn't find it until she came back.

I just bought it, and it was not easy to throw it away, so I simply kept it.

I didn't expect to pick it up today to take a look, and it feels quite interesting.

Just as she was watching it intently, there was a sudden commotion in the bedroom.

Qin Yun was stunned for a moment, and then ran from the living room to the bedroom like a conditioned reflex.

On the big red bed, Xia Ren opened his eyes, but there was still some confusion in his eyes.

He remembered standing on the cliff and looking back, and the scene that appeared was the ceiling in front of him.

Wandering in that desolate world for so long, suddenly returning to reality, my thoughts were a little confused for a while.

"Xia Ren, you finally woke up."

Qin Yun held his hand tightly, tears welled up in her eyes, and the tears dripped onto the quilt, soaking it all up.

Actually came back.

Xia Ren blinked his dry eyes and wanted to speak, but his throat was a little hoarse.

"I'll pour you some water."

Qin Yun came to his senses, took the cup, and poured him a cup of warm water from the prepared kettle.