After the Strange Talk Prevails

　　 Zhou Ming glanced at the people who were still chatting by the bonfire. They were all smiles and excited, without any pain at all.

　　 Zhou Ming is very strange, why didn't Wang Siyan and the others feel abnormal? Obviously everyone eats a pot of rice.

　　 "You come with me." Zhou Ming said to Wang Siyan.

　　 "What's the matter?" Wang Siyan glanced at Zhou Ming and noticed something was wrong, stood up on his knees, and got into the tent beside Zhou Ming.

　　 "I feel poisoned, my mouth hurts and my body feels weird."

　　 "Open your mouth and let me see."

　　 Wang Siyan looked at Zhou Ming's mouth next time, and the oral mucosa was all white and the ulcer was very serious.

　　 Having such severe symptoms in such a short period of time is definitely not a natural disease. He was poisoned.

　　 "How could this be? Who is the poison!" Wang Siyan exclaimed in fright.

　　 She frowned and stared at Zhou Ming. The opponent's face was pale, breathing was rapid, the edges of her lips were purple and black, and her cheeks and neck were sweating coldly.

　　 According to reason, the higher the level of curse power, the stronger the body's self-healing ability. The ordinary potent poisons of people like her are basically ineffective.

　　 But Zhou Ming is only a B-level curse power, and the poisoning still hurt his body a lot. It's okay that the other party uses chronic poison. If it is highly poisonous... Zhou Ming probably doesn't have much time now.

　　 She must find a way to save him!

　　 But she didn't have something to detoxify. The only place she could get the antidote was the masquerade. She had to go to the dance.

　　 Time is running out, we must race against time!

　　 "Hold on, I'll go to a place!"

　　 After finishing speaking, Wang Siyan turned and got out of the tent, ran towards the desert in the distance, and was swallowed by the night in a blink of an eye.

　　 At the same time, after Wang Siyan rushed into the desert with no one, a vigorous man wearing a red military uniform with a Beijing opera facial makeup, carrying a two-meter long sword, slowly walked out of the desolate desert night.

　　 He walked from the darkness to the edge of the fire, and the six hermits and conjurers who were on the top of the truck were in charge of guarding them. They spotted each other for the first time and sounded the alarm.

The sharp sound of the flute cut through the silent night. When the ordinary passengers who were talking before the bonfire heard the sound of the flute, their complexion changed suddenly, like a group of birds that heard the sound of gunfire, flying around in a panic, chaotically. The surrounding big truck ran up.

　　 They know that this is the sound of the flute that only sounds when attacked by wandering marauders and sand ghosts!

　　 Zhou Ming crawled out of the tent and saw a large group of people rushing into the carriage, and asked: "What's wrong!"

　　 "Encountered a bandit in the wilderness! Hurry up and get in the car and let the bodyguards handle it!"

After that, the bald uncle got into the carriage and shouted at Zhou Ming a few times to let him in, but seeing Zhou Ming staring at the other carriages in a daze, he shouted anxiously: "Oh, come in! Also! What are you doing outside! You are so desperate!"

　　 Zhou Ming did not speak, standing still and looking around, as if looking for something.

　　 Seeing Zhou Ming's silence, the bald uncle gritted his teeth and closed the iron gate decisively, leaving Zhou Ming outside.

　　 Zhou Ming was indifferent, he didn't care about being shut out, his eyes flashed quickly, trying to find the car he had been in before.

　　 He kept his feet, running clockwise in the inner circle surrounded by large trucks, looking at one car at a time... He was looking for something that belonged to him.

　　 At this moment, there is no difference between the passengers and the slaves. When they encounter the culprits, they are all fish on the chopping board.

　　 A large group of people got into the car one after another and closed the heavy iron door. Several passengers greeted Zhou Ming who was passing by and hurried to get in the car to save his life, but after Zhou Ming gave up, they all chose to close the door to protect themselves.

　　 They also know this subconsciously, but in fact it has no effect. The real life and death are determined by the outcome of the wilderness bandits and the few bodyguards.

If the looter wins, even if they hide in a hard and heavy iron box, the opponent can pull them out like a skunk smokes a hedgehog; if their bodyguard wins, then even if they don’t hide in the car, It's ok.

　　 The reason why they want to hide in these iron boxes like a mouse is to prevent themselves from becoming hostages, and to reduce the impact of the aftermath of the battle a little bit. The last reason is psychological comfort.

The door of the last truck was about to close, and two sturdy adult men worked together to pull the heavy door down. Just as the iron door was about to close, one hand reached in from the outside and grabbed the door. Bottom edge!

　　 The heavy fall of the iron gate stopped immediately, and the people hiding inside were shocked.

　　 "Hurry up! Hurry up! Don't let them in!" someone behind him shouted in horror.

　　 The two men pulling the car door gritted their teeth, roared deep in their throats, bulging biceps in their arms, and pressing down on the iron door to sink down!

　　 But the weight of the iron door weighing more than a hundred kilograms, coupled with their pressure, could not close it. That hand was like a powerful jack, forcibly lifting the iron door that was about to be closed again!

"It's you!"

　　 The moment the person in the car saw Zhou Ming, he recognized the other person~www.wuxiaspot.com~ while breathing a sigh of relief, he was also surprised at Zhou Ming's weird strength.

　　 "Oh, I was scared to death. I thought it was a robber! Come in, come in!" Another person reached out to pull Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming ignored the opponent, jumped into the car lightly, ran to the innermost side quickly, and picked up a plastic box from the corner. Although the box was made of plastic, Zhou Ming picked it up. At that time, everyone else felt its heavy weight.

　　 The corners of the box rubbed against the ground of the welded iron plate, and there was a sound of metal rubbing against each other!

　　 Zhou Ming slammed it with one hand, took it behind his back, and walked out, jumping out of the truck in full view.

　　 "Eh, what are you going to do!" someone behind him asked in surprise.

　　 Zhou Ming didn't say a word, turned around and looked at them, clinging to the edge of the car door with one hand, and closing the door forcefully!

　　 The battle has started, but it is not necessarily a battle with wild robbers. The timing of my poisoning and attack is too coincidental.

　　 There is no coincidence in this world!

　　In the cast iron carriage, those people stepped on the iron chairs, climbed the vents above, and looked out through the gaps between the vertical iron bars, trying to understand the situation outside. Everyone was chatting.

　　 "That young man was not an ordinary person, right?"

　　 "How could it be an ordinary person! Just now we two had four arms, plus such a heavy door, he opened it with one hand, you said how could he be an ordinary person!"

　　 "I saw the box just now. It looked like plastic, but it was actually iron, but it was coated with plastic paint."

　　 "That must not be ordinary people, it is the hermit! The hermit was sitting with us, Sun Tong didn't say at all, is it a hidden bodyguard?"

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