"Lao Xie, how many brothers are still alive?"

The wounds on Cao Qing's body had been bandaged, and although he was sleepy, he still didn't feel sleepy.

How can he sleep at such a time?

The third son and Yan Jun next to him also stared at each other and leaned against the wall to regain their spirits.

It's just that compared to the malaise of the third son, Yan Jun's condition is better, he was pushed down from the rock by the explosion wave, although he also suffered a lot of injuries, but he is better at the bottom of his body, and he has recovered most of the time now.

Cao Qing pinched a cigarette and tried to use tobacco to anesthetize the pain caused by the injury, and looked at the sleeping young faces around him, and couldn't help but flash a gloomy color in his eyes.

The guy he called Lao Xie was the shirtless man, in his thirties, and he could be regarded as an old man.

"Cao Ye, I've seen it, seven died, two were seriously injured, and the others were basically injured."

Lao Xie smiled bitterly and shook his head, the casualties caused by vampire bats were too great.

"Especially the two seriously injured guys, one of them had a cut on his stomach, and the other had a persistent low-grade fever, I don't think I could hold ......"

Hearing his words, Cao Qing's hand holding a cigarette couldn't help but shake.

Their medical care is limited and they don't have enough medicines with them, so their injuries are absolutely fatal.

Lao Xie's words made it very clear that it was most likely impossible for those two seriously injured guys to live.

"Take me to see them."

Glancing at Lao Xie, Yan Jun took the initiative to say, his eyes could hardly hide the gloom.

He's not a god, and it's his limit to be able to resist such a large area of vampire bats, which is probably their fate.

"Well, Master Yan, I'll take you over." Lao Xie nodded.

Although he has long been accustomed to life and death, watching his teammates die is an extremely unacceptable thing for him, Cao Qing and Sanzi.

Following behind Lao Xie, Yan Jun tried his best to keep his footsteps as low as possible, and glanced around, the young figures in the light, only tiredness and uneasiness could be seen from them.

Seeing this scene, Yan Jun couldn't help but sigh, this is just the beginning, when the matter here is over, I don't know how many people will die here.

"Master Yan, I'm talking about the two of them."

Crossing the crowd all over the ground, Lao Xie pointed to the two guys lying on improvised stretchers and said, there was no feeling in his tone.

The two guys were in their early twenties, and they were already unconscious at the moment, but even in a comatose state, there was still a thick look of pain on their faces.

Life is slowly passing away on them, but others can do nothing but relieve their pain with painkillers.

Yan Jun squatted on the ground, and the clothes on the belly of the guy on the left had been cut in a large piece, which had been processed and wrapped tightly, but blood spots could still be seen oozing from the bandaged strips of cloth.

Because of the excessive blood loss, his face was horribly pale, like a piece of gold paper.

Seeing his appearance, Yan Jun couldn't help but shake his head, even if such an injury was sent to the hospital, it was estimated that it would not be able to be saved.

All he could do was pray that he would make it through.

looked at the guy next to him, reached out and probed his forehead, and it was really hot and scary.

"He just has a low-grade fever, can't he be saved?"

"Master Yan, this persistent low-grade fever has to be instilled immediately, and generally low-grade fever is accompanied by inflammation!"

"We lack the necessary medicines, whether he can survive can only depend on whether his willpower is strong enough, and if he is lucky, he may be able to pick up a life." Lao Xie shook his head.

"Okay."

When Yan Jun heard this, his heart suddenly cooled, Lao Xie must have said this just to comfort him, most of these two guys will not survive.

Coupled with the words of the two of them and Yan Zai, their team has already lost ten people by now.

A total of more than 20 people, ten died at once, and the mortality rate was close to half, which shows the degree of tragedy.

"Lao Xie take good care of these two brothers, at least don't let them go too painfully." Cao Qing, who was on the side, patted Yan Jun on the shoulder, and looked past him to Lao Xie and admonished.

"I know, Master Cao, you go to the rest meeting first, there must be a lot of things waiting for you later, guys still have to rely on you to be the backbone, you must not have anything." Lao Xie nodded heavily, hesitated, and continued.

"Okay, get busy with you."

Cao Qing didn't say much.

The current situation of everyone is already so difficult, if he now says that there is a very high probability that there is still a bloody corpse under the ancient city, then the mentality of the guys will be directly destroyed, and maybe he will not even have the courage to struggle.

Returning to the same place with Yan Jun and the third son, the cigarettes in Cao Qing's hands were one after another, and the damage to his hands was too serious, and he didn't know if he could go on next.

When I was just pushed off it, my waist hit a sharp stone, and now there is a faint pain in my hip bones.

The third son's injuries were not lighter than his, and he walked with a limp, and I am afraid that his leg bone was also broken.

The combat effectiveness of the two has suffered a great reduction, and they can only count on Yan Jun next.

Thinking of this, Cao Qing's eyes subconsciously looked at Yan Jun, who was looking around with a solemn face, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Master Yan, let's rest for a while, wait a minute, it is estimated that there is still a vicious battle waiting for us." Cao Qing hesitated and woke up Yan Jun who was in a trance, and reminded him kindly.

"Uncle Cao, you and your third son can sleep at ease, and leave it to me next."

"Ding, congratulations to the host for successfully exterminating the vampire bats, reward: a god-level lottery chance!"

The reason why Yan Jun fell into a trance at this time was completely because there was a systematic prompt in his mind.

After Yan Jun said hello to Cao Qing, he stepped aside, found a corner where no one was leaning against the wall and seemed to be resting, but in fact, he took this opportunity to communicate with the system.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for a chance to win a skill lottery."

Why isn't it the Dao Gate Magic Weapon Breaking Evil Bead?

Yan Jun looked depressed, if he could get another Evil Breaking Bead, then his hanging heart would be able to completely settle down.

However, the skill lottery is also okay, it is better than nothing, and after comforting himself, Yan Jun decisively opened the lottery opportunity.

The familiar light curtain appeared in his sight again, the pointer spun wildly, and his heart also turned, and finally after a long wait, the pointer stopped, followed by the system's prompt.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for extracting skills: the eighth level fist is full level!"

"Eighth-level fist? Full level? ”

Yan Jun was stunned.

Didn't you say skills, why is it martial arts that are drawn?

However, if the Baji Fist can reach the full level, after the fusion is completed, it may be able to deal with the bloody corpse.