Fading God Card

Under the tower, it could be vaguely seen that there was a small temporary camp, with a simple fence surrounded by wooden piles outside, and more than a dozen animal skin tents inside.

The tent was surrounded by a bonfire built of stones, but the bonfire had already been burned out, leaving only fly ash. What surprised Jiang Wenming and the others was that there were at least a dozen corpses lying around in the camp!

"Looking at the corpses of goblins, I'll go ahead and have a look, you stay here."

Jiang Wenming waved his hand and was about to step forward when Zhou Changjing grabbed him.

"Let me go, I'm small so I can hide."

"No need." Jiang Wenming shook his head.

"It's my idea to come here, and it's natural for me to come here for adventure."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for a few people to respond, Jiang Wenming lay on the ground and slowly crawled towards the dead camp.

"Little Jiang..."

Chang Yong and the others shook their heads, while Zhou Changjing looked at Jiang Wenming's back and blinked.

And Jiang Wenming didn't crawl forward carelessly, he carefully observed the movement around him, as well as every grain of soil in front of him, even a passing ant would wait for the other to leave before crawling forward.

"If it weren't for the clumsy movements of the skeleton, I wouldn't need to do this job..."

Sighing, Jiang Wenming finally got close to the guardrail, and just glanced through the guardrail, Jiang Wenming's expression changed.

The death of these corpses is really terrible!

I saw a goblin lying not far in front of him. Mushrooms grew all over his body, brown, red, and white. Even the eyes and mouth were crowded with clusters of mushrooms.

After discovering that there were also large areas of fungus and some yellow spots growing on the stake fence, Jiang Wenming frowned, and immediately climbed back quickly.

When approaching Zhou Changjing and the others, he took out all the water from his backpack, took off his clothes and poured it all over himself, even cleaning his nose and mouth.

Seeing this, Chang Yong wanted to go up to inquire, but Zhou Changjing stopped him with a wink. She even asked Wang Chaowei to put a set of change of clothes found from Wang Rong's team next to the stone. The man moved back a few steps.

Sure enough, after cleaning his body, Jiang Wenming threw away all his belongings without hesitation, and crawled back wearing only the linen underwear prescribed by the system.

After changing the clothes left by Zhou Changjing, he approached them.

"Brother Jiang, who are you?" Chang Yong looked at the wet Jiang Wenming and asked suspiciously.

He tried to wash the bear dung in his mouth with water but was rejected, but Jiang Wenming took a bath with this water himself?

Jiang Wenming didn't explain much, and told everyone what he saw.

"The corpse is covered with mushrooms?" Wang Chaowei frowned upon hearing this.

"Well, even the stakes have fungus and some mildew."

"I see," Wang Chaowei glanced at Jiang Wenming with admiration.

"No wonder you started taking a shower when you left there. It's the right thing to do."

"What and what, what are you talking about?" Chang Yong was a little confused.

Wang Chaowei pushed his glasses: "If I'm not mistaken, what Brother Wenming saw there should all be fungi, mushrooms, fungus, and those molds, all of them!"

"Through parasitism, these fungi basically killed all the creatures in the camp. Brother Wenming did that just to clean the fungal spores that may be contaminated on his body. Although it cannot be completely avoided, at least it has isolated most of them."

Seeing Jiang Wenming nodded, Chang Yong was horrified: "Mushrooms can kill people too?!"

"It's a fungus!" Wang Chaowei corrected.

"It's not just one kind of fungus that attacked them. I suspect there are other parasitic fungi that are invisible to the naked eye, including the rancid smell we smell. Maybe it contains something like athlete's foot fungus."

Jiang Wenming looked back at the dead camp, and sighed: "Since I can smell the smell, it means that this place is also within the range of the wind-borne spores. The measures I just took are a bit superfluous."

Chang Yong trembled all over: "You mean? We have already been attacked? Is it the silver-haired woman?!"

"It should be her." Jiang Wenming nodded.

"But she should have already left, otherwise, if she activates her substitute ability casually now, we will become exactly like those goblins in the camp."

Jiang Wenming remembered what Xu Mile said, it seems that this woman is so ruthless that she won't let off newcomers.

"This stand-in ability is too scary! How dare Haruru kidnap such a ruthless person, tsk tsk, it seems that you don't have to pay back the 10,000 yuan." Chang Yong sighed.

But Jiang Wenming shook his head: "The corpse inside does not include him, nor does anyone from their team. To be honest, I also have some doubts now. Does Haruru know how terrible the woman he kidnapped is?"

"You mean?" Chang Yong shuddered, thinking about it deeply made one's scalp tingle.

And Jiang Wenming sighed, glanced at the dead goblin camp again, and waved his hands.

"Let's go, there are still 7 days, we should go to complete the novice test task next."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Wenming's breathing suddenly stopped, and he found a man in the uniform of a newcomer walking slowly in the distance.

"who?!"

The man didn't answer, but still approached unhurriedly, and Jiang Wenming also saw him clearly in the night.

It was a tall man with silver hair. He had a gentle appearance and fair skin. In the past, he was definitely the long-legged Oppa in the eyes of many fans. In terms of appearance alone, Jiang Wenming might be half a chip behind him. .

It's just that his eyes were very cold, as if he had no emotion at all. Jiang Wenming felt familiar after just one glance.

"Strange, why does his eyes look so much like that silver-haired woman?"

The man came to Jiang Wenming and the others, glanced sideways at them, and then at the goblin camp in the distance.

"Have you ever seen a silver-haired woman? By the way, she has an eye like mine, but hers is the right eye and mine is the left eye."

As he spoke, the man pointed to his eyes, but his face was still looking in the direction of the camp.

Jiang Wenming squinted his eyes, and sure enough, a gray and lifeless pupil was exactly the same as that of the silver-haired woman.

"Who are you? Don't you look straight at people when you speak?" Chang Yong frowned.

"You better not know my name."

The man returned without anger, but when he caught a glimpse of Zhou Changjing, he was taken aback for a moment, and the little finger of his left hand unconsciously cramped, bending like an ugly loach.

He held his left hand calmly, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up:

"But it's okay to tell you today, my name..."

"Ji Liang!"