The crowd didn't pay any attention to Bi Fukang at all, and they all swarmed up, surrounding the Necromantic Fruit Tree, frantically scrambling for the Necromantic Fruit.

"Grass mud horse, old man Wang, why are you!"

"Old man Wang, why did you rob my hand, labor and management fought with you!"

……

In front of the fruit tree, an old man with gray hair and a wrinkled face sneaked in, frantically snatching the necromantic fruit from the crowd, and this old man was the old man Wang who had touched Yang Fan before.

After Bi Fukang's treatment, Old Man Wang's complexion was significantly better, and the whole person became more and more energetic.

"You've kicked me! Do you know how to respect the old and love the young!" Old Man Wang shouted as he snatched the Necro Fruit.

However, the crowd had already been red-faced, and they were carried away by the Necromantic Fruit, who cares about Old Man Wang's life or death.

Some people who had been touched by Old Man Wang's porcelain even threw a few elbows on Old Man Wang's face, beating Old Man Wang's head and screaming.

Soon, the necromantic fruit on the entire tree was swept away by the crowd.

Bi Fukang was disgraced and panting, and finally grabbed a necromantic fruit.

However, even though Bi Fukang had seen countless medicinal herbs, he couldn't recognize the Necro Fruit, and he couldn't see anything special about the Necro Fruit.

The crowd squinted their eyes and carefully glanced at the necromantic fruit in their hands, and then eagerly put the necromantic fruit into their mouths, wanting to try the effect of the necromantic fruit.

However, at this moment, a deep voice suddenly sounded in the crowd: "You'd better throw away the Necromantic Fruit." ”

The crowd was slightly stunned, and when they looked back, they found a teenager in cheap sportswear and a girl with long hair and a shawl, walking slowly.

"Isn't this the young man who was touched by Old Man Wang just now? The crowd glanced at Yang Fan with disdain, and they didn't bother to talk nonsense with Yang Fan, and directly put the Necromantic Fruit into their mouths.

And Old Man Wang couldn't wait for a long time, and swallowed the Necromancy Fruit in one bite.

Bi Fukang frowned slightly, and carefully broke off a small part of the necromantic fruit in his hand and put it in his mouth.

All of a sudden, all the people who grabbed the Necro Fruit ate it.

Seeing this, Yang Fan shook his head and didn't bother to say anything.

Yang Fan had already reminded them, but they didn't listen, so even if something happened to them, it would be no wonder that Yang Fan would be fine.

"Ahh......h Why is my arm festering?!"

"Oh my God, my leg is broken!"

"My face, why is my face bleeding?!"

……

Soon, the crowd wailed, and Yang Fan looked at it, the crowd of people who had taken the Necro Fruit just now now had different degrees of ulceration on their bodies, and they were extremely hideous.

At this time, the crowd's eyes lit up, and they ran in front of Bi Fukang, begging bitterly: "Doctor Bi is virtuous, beg Doctor Bi to come to the rescue!"

The crowd mourned and knelt on the ground and kowtowed, however, Bi Fukang was too busy to take care of himself, looked at his body blankly, and muttered to himself: "I...... My hands, my face, my body...... It's all festering......"

"Zhao's syndrome?!" Bi Fukang's pupils twitched, and he suddenly thought of this condition.

Bi Fukang thought about it as he hurriedly took out a Chinese herbal medicine from his body, and then mixed them together and combined them into a light yellow potion.

Bi Fukang trembled his hands, picked up the potion, and drank it.

"It's useless?!Zhao's treatment method is useless!" Bi Fukang's face was dead, and he was very disappointed, and now he looked exactly like the traits of Zhao's syndrome, however, he used Zhao's treatment method but it was useless.

"It's hard to ...... Isn't this Zhao's syndrome?" Bi Fukang was very anxious, and now the pain coming from his body had become more and more obvious, as if he could turn into a puddle of blood at any time.

Seeing this, the crowd couldn't help but sigh secretly, they knew very well in their hearts that Bi Fukang might not have a way to save him, after all, if Bi Fukang really had a way to save himself, he would not have to save himself first.

"Hurry up!" suddenly came a hurried voice from the jungle.

The crowd looked up and found an old man with gray hair and a stiff body, surrounded by several men in white coats, walking quickly.

"Zhang Miaosheng?!It's Zhang Miaosheng, an expert in traditional Chinese medicine!" The crowd's pupils shrank, and they looked at the old man with burning eyes, and their hearts were very excited.

The crowd knows that Bi Fukang's master is Zhang Miaosheng, and Bi Fukang's ability also comes from Zhang Miaosheng.

"Master, help me!" In the crowd, Zhang Miaosheng was shocked, and hope flashed in his eyes again.

However, Zhang Miaosheng frowned and stopped ten meters away from the crowd.

Zhang Miaosheng tightened his face, the fist behind his back tightened hard, and said in a deep voice: "Damn! It's still a step too late!"

The corners of Zhang Miaosheng's mouth twitched slightly, full of regret.

As early as at the foot of the mountain, Zhang Miaosheng noticed the necromantic fruit tree.

Zhang Miaosheng remembered that Yang Fan said that the patient in the Xiangjiang City Affiliated Military Hospital had become that way after taking the necromancy fruit.

Zhang Miaosheng was worried that his precious disciple Bi Fukang would eat the Necro Fruit by mistake, so as soon as the Necromantic Fruit Tree appeared, Zhang Miaosheng called Bi Fukang, but there was no signal and he couldn't get through.

In desperation, Zhang Miaosheng could only go up the mountain non-stop, however, Zhang Miaosheng was still a step too late, and his precious disciple Bi Fukang had already eaten the necromantic fruit.

"Master, help me!" Bi Fukang's festering was getting worse and worse.

Bi Fukang was in a hurry, and hurriedly climbed up towards Zhang Miaosheng.

However, Zhang Miaosheng hurriedly opened his mouth to stop it, and said coldly: "Don't come here!"

Zhang Miaosheng's words made Bi Fukang stunned, and even the crowd stayed in place.

Zhang Miaosheng is so ruthless? He didn't even save his own disciples?

"Bi Fukang, you have accidentally eaten the Necromantic Fruit, after eating this fruit, your whole body will fester, and it is seriously contagious, and I have no cure. Zhang Miaosheng gritted his teeth, and the voice almost squeezed out from between his teeth.

On the other side, Bi Fukang and the others were slightly stunned, and couldn't help but think of what Yang Fan said just now, Yang Fan also mentioned the Necro Fruit just now!

Thinking of this, Bi Fukang and the others couldn't help but look at Yang Fan opposite.

This move of the crowd was naturally seen by Zhang Miaosheng.

Zhang Miaosheng frowned, turned around, and looked in the direction where the crowd's eyes were pointing, only then did he find Yang Fan not far away.

Yang ...... Master Yang?!" Zhang Miaosheng trembled as if he had been shocked, and hurriedly bowed forward, bowing down to Yang Fan with great respect under the shocked gaze of the crowd.