Not just the neck.
Palms, arms, ankles.
All the places that had direct contact with plants were so painful that Fu Anan wanted to cut off the skin there.
The plant attack has begun again.
Fu Anan was scratching himself while dodging the attacks of the plants.
The vines around her kept getting closer, squeezing Fu Anan's narrow space for movement, and she was almost completely surrounded.
The blood from the scratches on her neck flowed down her skin and soaked her clothes. The smell of blood seemed to make the vines even more excited. A large number of vines stood up like snakes and pounced towards her.
In a flash, Fu Anan grabbed the vine branch and put this section into the space.
Put it in!
This is the dumbest and most efficient way.
The vines entrenched in the cave were being consumed bit by bit. In addition to a large number of dead vines in the space, the ability manager kept giving reminders.
[Host, please take note! Your ability value is in the yellow range.
Please pay attention, host! Your ability value exceeds the yellow range and has reached the orange range.
Please pay attention, host! Your ability value is about to reach the red range...]
Fu Anan turned a deaf ear and collected the harmful vines as quickly as possible.
As the last section of vine was taken away, a strong feeling of weakness came over him and Fu Anan sat down.
There is no food in this cave.
While looking at him, Fu Anan kept scratching the place that had just been touched.
No more scratching!
Looking at the blood on her fingers and the skin tissue under her nails, she quickly held down her hands. It would be dangerous to dig any further.
The itchiness on my body is unbearable.
Without medicine and water, she could only try to endure it.
In an instant, a green juice came out with a fragrance.
The light fragrance is indescribably comfortable and it smells sweet. Can I drink it
Fu Anan carefully dipped a little with her finger and tasted it with her tongue.
It’s so sweet.
She saw that a lot of water had flowed out, so she used the empty mineral water bottle that she had drunk previously to scoop up a little bit of water and took a sip carefully.
It’s not particularly sweet.
It has a light fragrance and tastes pretty good.
Not knowing whether it was poisonous or not, Fu Anan didn't dare drink more. She poured the remaining liquid on the skin that was not scratched, hoping that the low temperature could relieve the unbearable itching and pain.
By chance, Fu Anan found that her skin was no longer itchy.
It's like a miracle drug, it works immediately.
Then she quickly took out the remaining vines, broke off a piece of them at random, and applied the vine juice to her wound.
All wounds no longer itch.
Seeing this, Fu Anan took out all the mineral water bottles that had been emptied in the past few days and collected the vine juice in them. Six mineral water bottles, five and a half filled. Without water, the vines lost their elasticity and became very soft and resilient.
She did not throw away these vines. Instead, she took advantage of the rest time to remove the white fluff on their surface and started to do some simple weaving.
Soon, a vine mat half a meter wide and two meters long appeared.
The vines without fluff feel smooth to the touch and are as thick as an arm, like a mattress. They are much more comfortable than sleeping on the ground.
Fu Anan
(End of this chapter)