The only sound left in the quiet room was the sound of heavy rain washing over everything, combined with the sound of the howling wind.

Zhong Lingxin was awakened by a low groan of pain.

She jerked up from the ground and slapped herself in the face.

She actually fell asleep in the wilderness, letting down her guard.

The man she had rescued was curled up in a narrow corner in the corner.

Beneath him was a shocking pool of blood.

Zhong Lingxin took a deep breath, looking at the strangely colored liquid, and trembled.

Is this man still human? His blood turned out to be blue.

She swallowed, her face flushed and white, and her scalp tingled.

The man's head was pressed against the wall, and he had fallen into a complete coma, black and blue blood snaking down the wall.

Zhong Lingxin moved his steps cautiously, slowly approaching the person lying on the ground.

She gently kicked his crooked back twice with her toes, and the man gasped for breath with his eyes closed, without the slightest reaction.

Zhong Lingxin's courage gradually grew, rubbed the goosebumps that were scared out of his body, and carefully touched his body.

The man's whole body was hot, like a pot of freshly boiling hot water, gurgling outward.

Zhong Lingxin's hand quickly retracted as if it had been burned.

Her brow furrowed, and she couldn't help but uncover her sweat- and blood-soaked coat, revealing her tattered body.

The man was covered with all kinds of scars, pitted, and without a trace of good flesh.

The several puncture wounds pierced by the basilisk's fangs were already blackened.

From time to time, a few small wisps of poisonous smoke came out of those hideous wounds.

Zhong Lingxin's scalp tightened for a while, and he couldn't bear to look at it directly.

This man has suffered so much sin and can still survive.

Lan Lan, who doesn't know where she is, will she also encounter those inhuman tortures?

Thinking of this, the tip of her heart was as dry as someone had taken a drill and drilled it out, and it was uncomfortable.

Zhong Ling reluctantly took out the snake bead from his backpack, his eyes full of struggle and entanglement.

In this cruel and bloody era, life taught her that she could only survive to the end by training her heart to be as hard as iron and insensitive.

Zhong Lingxin was stunned for a moment.

The corners of her mouth tensed, staring at the precious snake bead in front of her, a glimmer of hope flashing in her eyes.

Well, this thing is the man.

She just hopes that Lan Lan, who is still in this world, will be able to get help from others one day.

Zhong Lingxin took out a rusty thermos cup from his backpack and put the shiny snake beads in it.

She grabbed a few handfuls of messy hair and took off her dirty gloves.

She sighed helplessly and muttered in a low voice:

"It's a big deal!"

Zhong Ling ruthlessly slashed deeply on the palm of his hand.

Bright red blood gushed out, like a tiny stream of water, dripping onto the snake bead.

Zhong Ling's heart twitched in pain, and he didn't know whether he felt sorry for the snake bead or the blood that flowed a small half cup.

Zhong Ling frowned and pursed his lips helplessly.

Egg-sized snake beads visibly dissolve in red blood with the naked eye.

The wound is healing rapidly, too.

It's her secret.

Ever since she became a second-order ability, she had gained a peculiar ability.

Her blood can dissolve anything with aura, such as blood crystals or snake beads.

The more aura there is, the faster it dissolves.

And she vaguely felt that her blood was particularly attracting the attention of the alien beast.

So she didn't dare to get hurt, and she was usually wrapped tightly and wearing gloves.

It's a pity that her master died, if he was still alive......

Zhong Lingxin shook his head, as if this could shake off the thoughts and sorrows in his heart.

Her eyes were slightly red, and a line of tears couldn't help but shine under her eyes.

Now she can only rely on herself.

Zhong Lingxin picked up the cold body on the ground with one hand and hugged his somewhat emaciated shoulders.

The man's eyelids fluttered, and the long eyelashes were distinctly rooted, bending out in a flexible arc, casting a shadow under the eyelids, like two dancing butterfly wings, as if frightened, and would fly away in an instant.

Zhong Lingxin looked at the long eyelashes that defended the sky in a daze, and lifted the creepy ghost mask with his other hand.

The movements of his subordinates were subconsciously stopped by the unconscious man.

His slender fingers were like iron tongs, tightly encircling Zhong Lingxin's wrist, and he suddenly turned red.

Zhong Ling exclaimed in pain and couldn't help glaring at him.

This guy has a lot of strength.

It's a pity that this guy is in a coma, and she did it for nothing to show the blind.

Zhong Lingxin sighed helplessly, she found that today was the day she sighed the most in the past few years.

But her blood could not be shed in vain, and there was that valuable snake bead.

Zhong Lingxin couldn't help but think of what his younger brother looked like when he was sick when he was a child, and he also grabbed his mother's hand tightly, closed his mouth tightly, and looked at people pitifully.

She sucked the tip of her sour nose and blinked her eyes vigorously, forcing back the tears that had overflowed her eyes.

Zhong Lingxin raised his hand and gently touched his hair.

She tried to follow her mother's example and patiently comforted her younger brother who had a cold and fever.

"Well, I won't feel bad after taking the medicine. You'll be fine, get some sleep, and the pain will fly away. ”

The long eyelashes stopped shaking, and the clenched hands slowly loosened.

The corners of Zhong Lingxin's mouth were slightly hooked, and a light of surprise appeared in his eyes.

I didn't expect this guy to really let go.

She took the opportunity to lift the mask on the man's face.

Then the whole person crashes like a computer, and the brain goes blank.

Sure enough, this man, as she expected, had been tortured inhumanely.

That face was a mess, full of uneven scars, like centipedes coiled, making people frightened.

The clear eyebrows and smooth contour lines can't help but make people regret.

It's a pity that a handsome face has been completely ruined for some reason.

On that palpitating face, the green tendons on the forehead bulged.

He gritted his teeth, the muscles in his cheeks trembling with so much force.

If she hadn't lost consciousness in pain, she probably wouldn't have woken her up.

Zhong Lingxin's eyes were full of complexity, and he looked at the poor man in his arms, and his heart suddenly had a little mixed feelings.

She thought her heart was as hard as iron, and she didn't know why she was touched by this face, and it stabbed like a pinprick.

Zhong Lingxin put the backpack under the man's head, reached out and pinched his lips, and fed him a spoonful of the warm "antidote".

The dark red medicinal juice meandered out of the corners of his mouth, and he didn't swallow it at all.

Zhong Lingxin secretly said that it was not good, what was the use of this medicine if he couldn't swallow it.

With a slight push on her fingers, she pinched open his mouth and poured another spoonful into it.

Zhong Lingxin leaned into his ear:

"Big brother, be strong, swallow it, sacrifice for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, his Adam's apple slid up and down with difficulty.

Zhong Lingxin saw that there was a play, and kept repeating that sentence while feeding the medicine.

I don't know how long it took, but she was tired and sweating anyway, and the medicine finally went down her stomach.

Zhong Lingxin was about to put someone's terrifying mask back on.

The hand had just touched the hideous face.

His eyelashes moved slightly like two small open fans.

Then he opened his eyes suddenly.

A pair of gloomy eyes looked directly at Zhong Lingxin, like a demon who locked his soul from hell, which was terrifying.

His face changed into Lin Yincheng's appearance at some point.

That fair, delicate face was like a shattered mirror in the darkness.

Cracks appeared on it, and it fell apart in an instant.