Zhao Lin glanced at Wang Zhihe not far away with some worry. She clearly felt that something was wrong with Wang Zhihe at this time.
Zhao Lin had only seen Wang Zhihe twice in these years with the bloody murderous aura in him that was as cold as ice, and each time, Taikang City would be filled with blood and there would be countless casualties.
"Yang Fan, tell Auntie, what exactly is the Nightmare Wood Poison, and what's so special about it?"
Zhao Lin turned her head uneasily and asked Yang Fan softly. Before she knew it, she completely regarded Yang Fan as her junior.
Yang Fan did not hide anything and said: "I don't know the specifics. I only know that Nightmare Wood is a level 4 or above demon plant. The poison of Nightmare Wood is a poison that Nightmare Wood releases independently when encountering a crisis. Miasma of fog.”
"This miasma itself is not fatal, but it has a strong hallucinogenic effect, which can make all people or monsters near the nightmare tree unknowingly fall into an illusion and remain unconscious until they are exhausted, hungry, and thirsty. die."
"It is this kind of poisonous miasma in Yuan Sheng. Although he only inhaled a small amount, it also caused extremely serious effects on his body. Anorexia, trance and autism are the most obvious characteristics."
Zhao Lin was startled: "Then do you know where this kind of nightmare tree usually grows?"
"The Nightmare Tree likes shade, and generally likes to grow in places such as deep mountains and ancient pools. However, few people can discover their existence. There has always been a saying among the people that 'the Nightmare Tree appears briefly, but the Nightmare Tree hides for three times'. They are very good at hiding in places. Tao, even I have only heard of its name and have never seen the real nightmare tree."
Don't think that trees can't hide. After the demon plant reaches the fourth level, it already has the ability to transfer its root system independently. In the wild, people often see some trees, flowers and plants swinging their slender roots in the mountains and forests. Running and migrating like crazy is not surprising at all.
"An ancient pool deep in the mountains?" Zhao Lin whispered to herself: "This shouldn't happen. She has not been out of the city for several months. She has never been to any deep mountains and dark places. How could such a good person fall into this trap? Where is the poison of the Nightmare Wood?"
"Is it true that someone is deliberately using this extremely rare poisonous miasma to harm my son?"
Zhao Lin unconsciously felt a hint of murderous intent in her heart, which was slightly less intense than Wang Zhihe's, but equally sharp and cold, making people's hearts tremble.
However, she could just leave it to her man to find out the real culprit and avenge her son. What Zhao Lin was most worried about now was her son's health.
"Yang Fan, tell Auntie the truth, can the poison in a newborn baby really be cured?"
"Nature can solve it."
"Won't it leave any consequences?"
"If being able to eat and drink is also a problem, there should be a little bit."
Zhao Lin couldn't help but feel relieved and rolled her eyes at Yang Fan angrily. At this time, the child was still in the mood to joke with her. It seemed that there should be no problem.
"That's good, that's good!" A relaxed smile appeared on Zhao Lin's face, and she looked at Yang Fan gratefully: "Fortunately, we met you on this airship, otherwise the birth might really be a narrow escape. Thank you. You, Yang Fan!"
Yang Fan quickly waved his hand and said: "No need to thank you, I just happened to meet you. Moreover, it is also an honor for me to know you and Mr. Wang."
Yang Fan spoke politely to Zhao Lin skillfully, but his eyes were looking at the huge pendulum in the hall from time to time.
More than half an hour has passed. Now that he has eaten and is not sick, he basically has nothing to do here. Yang Fan wants to get up and leave.
His time was very precious, and there were a lot of skills and experience waiting for him to gain in the virtual community. He didn't want to waste time here anymore.
"If you have something to do, you can leave first. It's okay." Zhao Lin seemed to have noticed Yang Fan's intention to leave, and took the initiative to speak very considerately, "If anything goes wrong again after giving birth, we will visit you again. no need to worry."
Now that they knew Yang Fan's identity, it was not easy for them to find where Yang Fan's cabin was on this airship.
Therefore, Zhao Lin was not worried at all that Yang Fan would disappear without a trace. After all, a monk who could escape could not escape from the temple. As long as Yang Fan was still on the boat, he could not escape.
Yang Fan didn't show any pretense and stood up directly and said: "In that case, I will take the first step. If you need anything, you can come to me directly. However, I estimate that Yuan Sheng will not have any more problems before we arrive at the Guards House. .”
The little guy's current physical condition is much better. He only has a dozen hours left and there won't be any problems.
After saying that, Yang Fan leaned forward and walked toward the exit of the cafeteria, holding more than 100 kilograms of sixth-grade yak meat that Wang Zhihe had given him just now.
Wang Zhihe had been communicating there, and out of the corner of his eye he saw that Yang Fan was about to leave first. He frowned slightly, but did not say anything to stop him.
Just as Zhao Lin thought, they were not afraid that Yang Fan would never return, as long as there was no one on this airship that the Wang family could not find.
"Damn fat man, if we can't find anyone this time, you know the consequences. All of your companions will have to leave an arm for me!"
"Brothers, don't worry, my master is definitely here. All our money is with him. If we find him, it's worth millions. It's a trivial matter!"
As soon as he arrived in front of the door, Yang Fan paused in his steps.
This was the voice of that little fat guy An Sheng. From what he heard, it seemed like this guy owed someone a lot of money.
Was her former creditor looking for her, or was she in trouble again
"master!"
"master!"
At the same time when Yang Fan heard An Sheng's voice, An Sheng came to the door of the cafeteria escorted by two burly men. He happened to see Yang Fan walking out of it. The little fat man looked excited, as if he had seen a savior. The child calls out.
In Yang Fan's impression, from the time this damn fat man became a disciple to now, the word "master" has never been so affectionate as it was called at this moment.
Good guy, I'm so wronged that I'm about to shed tears.
Yang Fan was delighted. It looked like this guy had suffered a lot.
Yang Fan raised his eyes and glanced at the two burly men behind An Sheng. Yang Fan's eyes were slightly stern.
Both of them are actually around the eighth level of martial arts. No wonder they can make An Sheng so docile. An Sheng, a fat guy, can't even defeat Chu Feiyun, who is a third level martial artist, let alone these two eighth level martial arts masters.
Seeing the real owner, the two big men no longer restricted An Sheng's freedom and allowed him to run all the way and rush directly towards Yang Fan.
"Master, help!"
When he got closer, An Sheng hugged Yang Fan's thigh, crying and crying, "Chu Feiyun and I were all framed. Master, if you don't take action, none of the five of us may survive!"
Yang Fan's mouth twitched. This coward, do you really think he didn't hear it just now? The most they can do is take off one of their arms. It's not that easy to die.
"Okay, okay!" Yang Fan couldn't help but kicked him: "Don't sing a sad drama to me here, tell me honestly, what is going on?"
After being kicked, An Sheng immediately calmed down, stood up quickly, and looked at Yang Fan seriously: "Master, it's not really a big deal. It's just that we made a bet with someone and lost a little money, so we can only ask you to come to Jianghu for help."
"How many?"
"Not much, just three...three million federal coins."
Yang Fan looked at An Sheng speechlessly. For a poor man who would never carry more than ten dollars in his pocket, who gave him such courage to say that three million federal dollars was not much
Do you really think you have a mine at home
"Where are Chu Feiyun and Duan Xiaorui?" Yang Fan asked Ansheng softly, "I remember they are quite rich. Three million is a small thing to them, right?"
Yang Fan actually held millions of dollars worth of Demon King meat in his arms, but there was no way he could use it to repay the gambling money of these naughty kids.
An Shengnuonuo whispered: "They can raise the money, but they are too embarrassed and unwilling to talk to the family. I have no choice but to come out and ask you for help."
Yang Fan was immediately angry, "You know it's embarrassing and you still go bet with others? Don't you all think you're pretty awesome at ordinary times? Why are you all so scared when things happen? At this time, you thought of asking me to help you. There is no way to wipe your butt, do you really think that I am your nanny?"
Yang Fan turned around and left, too lazy to deal with these bastards who wanted money rather than their lives.
The reason why they are unwilling to pay must be because the situation is not dangerous enough. If they are forced to the point where they have no choice but to threaten their lives, what is their face? They can't pay faster than anyone else
"Master, forget about others, I am your disciple, you can't ignore me!"
An Sheng hugged Yang Fan's arm and said in a serious voice: "If it weren't for those defeated generals from the Luocheng Martial Arts School who were disrespectful to you and scolded you with open and closed mouths, we wouldn't have jumped out and hit them. It's a trap, master, you can't just ignore it."
Luocheng martial arts school
A glimmer of understanding flashed in Yang Fan's eyes. It must be that the Luocheng Martial Arts School was not convinced by the defeat in the waiting room, so he wanted to regain his place elsewhere.
However, are Chu Feiyun and the others fools? They know that they are all third-level martial arts masters who cannot do it at all, but they still insist on getting together to torture them
"Okay, okay, stop shaking!" Yang Fan shook his head helplessly: "Take me to see it first."
An Sheng was silent again, immediately let go of Yang Fan's arm, and said with a smile: "I know Brother Fan that you are hard-faced and soft-hearted, and you won't care about our lives!"
"Yang Fan!" At this time, Zhao Lin noticed something unusual here, took Wang Yuansheng's little hand, and walked slowly towards them. When she got closer, she asked Yang Fan softly: "What's the matter, are you in any trouble? "
"Brother Yang Fan, we meet again!" Wang Yuansheng also said hello to Yang Fan with a crisp smile.
Yang Fan smiled and nodded, but before he spoke, the two burly men who had been standing behind An Sheng with two dead fish faces suddenly changed their expressions, and hurriedly bent towards Zhao Lin and Wang Yuansheng in panic: "See you. I’ve been to Mrs. Wang and met Young Master Wang!”
An Sheng was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up.
Big shot, this is, when did the master hook up, awesome! !
It seems that they met a noble person during this disaster.
(End of chapter)