First Player

Chapter 21 · "Is it the antidote?"

"team leader!"

"Brother Yang!"

The companions came up together, and seeing the black blood on Yang Changxu's arm, they almost lost their souls in fright.

"Brother Yang, what's the matter? It's the blood of zombies, isn't it?" the crew cut boy shouted.

The flat-headed guy fell into the hands of the plundering gang from the first day. If Yang Changxu hadn't kicked open the hellish door and pulled him behind him, he would have died long ago.

In this team, Yang Changxu is their guiding light and the spiritual leader of the sanctuary. If he suddenly disappears...

Enduring the pain, Yang Changxu opened his sleeves. The wound was rotten and the skin was rotten, and black blood gradually oozed out.

"The wound is on the upper limb, and it's too late to amputate it. It's hopeless." Instead of sighing, he smiled.

His palm patted the shoulder of the young man who was about to cry: "What's the matter! After I clear the supplies, I will finish myself. I have a map of the area here. It's getting dark. Take it, Go back quickly—everyone in the shelter, but you are still waiting."

"team leader……"

A black-haired woman came over and held Yang Changxu's hand: "It's okay, there is still a chance, we are almost close to the Central Hospital, there must be clues to detoxify the zombie poison... the old Qin who was injured today is not Is he isolated and observed in the shelter, he hasn't turned into a zombie yet..."

"Aman!" Yang Changxu suddenly shouted coldly.

"Yes!" The woman stood up straight and straightened her body, as if subconsciously.

"Now, immediately, bring supplies and rush back to the shelter!" His voice was extremely firm: "This zombie is not easy, I can't be your time bomb-this is an order, take these two students, immediately go back!"

"...Yes." The woman replied hoarsely, and saluted with great respect.

The other two stood up straight and silently saluted the man.

...Even if you know that you will become a spectator if you die. But everything one feels is no different from real death.

As long as they managed to survive the first dungeon, during the intermission, they could freely choose whether to become a spectator or not.

What's more, they don't know whether death means real death, or whether this is a joke of high-dimensional creatures. Early in the game, it's easy to lose the distinction between real and fake deaths.

They have never played online games, have never been in contact with alien cultures, do not know what infinite streaming games are, and what fast time travel is. They only know that death will be painful, and they may never wake up after death.

The barrage condensed in a dull atmosphere, and the surroundings were extremely quiet, except for the low roars of zombies outside the window.

At this moment, Su Mingan came over.

He glanced at Yang Changxu's wound: "Been scratched?"

"Well... I'm sorry, I shouldn't have underestimated you earlier, thank you for your help, but I can't save it..." Yang Changxu sighed, and suddenly saw a bottle dangling with purple liquid being handed to him.

"Drink it." Su Mingan said.

The short-haired man at the side looked sideways, with eager expectation: "Is...is it the antidote?"

Yang Changxu's slightly surprised eyes also fell on the young man in front of him.

"It's hard to say." Su Mingan said.

"It's hard to say? What does that mean?" The woman wanted to come up with a little excitement, but a cold light suddenly flashed in front of her.

Yueyue looked at her calmly, and the snow-colored long sword in her hand reflected like a mirror.

The woman backed away subconsciously.

"If my guess is right, it should be regarded as the antidote. If my guess is wrong..." Su Mingan pinched his chin and thought, but before he could finish speaking, he saw Yang Changxu simply raised his neck and drank it down.

"Team, captain!" Oman hurriedly went to see him.

"What will happen if I guess wrong?" Yang Changxu laughed heartily: "If it mutates into some other monster, let the little girl kill me, that sword is quite fast."

"Don't talk nonsense..." Aman was still looking at him worriedly, and suddenly saw his wound that was continuously oozing black blood, gradually showing a tinge of red.

"Cough, cough, cough!" Yang Changxu spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Amid everyone's worried and expectant eyes, Yang Changxu slowly raised his head.

The arm that was originally tending to be blue and black gradually leaked a normal red color.

... All the characteristics that tend to become zombies have completely disappeared.