"Don't you want the antidote!"

The locals roared, as if to threaten ye Ziheng.

But at this time, ye Ziheng suddenly showed a faint smile, stood up, and then faced the local people.

Then, ye Ziheng gently tooted his mouth, and a dark red liquid came out of his mouth, just like a fountain, and all fell on the face of the local man.

When the local saw the red liquid on his face, he seemed to immediately understand something. His face was frightened. His body could not help shaking. His lips were white and his face was full of sweat.

"Big, adult, I'm just joking. It's definitely not that way..."

The local people wanted to explain, but ye Ziheng had no time to waste on him. A silver flash flashed, and the local people immediately fell to the ground, and finally the headless body fell down.

All the people on one side could not help shivering when they saw this scene. They hurriedly gathered together and looked at ye Ziheng in horror.

But ye Ziheng did not pay attention to them, but continued to sit down and close his eyes and rest.

After another two or three hours, ye Ziheng felt that he had almost had a rest, and that his physical strength was almost recovered, so he left the camp.

As for the rest of the chakras, the islanders and the rest of the locals, they were relieved that ye Ziheng had left without injury.

After leaving the camp, ye Ziheng walked for a long time, and met many monsters on the road, but he didn't hit them. Ye Ziheng was able to go around and let them go, never making a frontal conflict. Finally, ten hours later, he arrived at the camp.

But this time, ye Ziheng just went in the same way as in the last camp.

"Don't move!"

A guard at the door pointed a spear directly at ye Ziheng's head.

However, unlike the chakras in the previous camp, this man just guards here and doesn't mean to annoy ye Ziheng.

When he saw ye Ziheng's appearance, he breathed a sigh of relief. He lowered his spear and turned his head toward ye Ziheng.

"Well, go in."

Ye Ziheng looks at the guard.

This guard looks like he is in his twenties. His skin is yellow, but his skin is darker than his. It should not be Chinese, but people from countries around China, or people from A-San.

But ye Ziheng didn't care much either. He went in and took a general look. He soon found their ward.

It was a tent like thing made of clothes and broken wood. Ye Ziheng walked over and soon found Jeff.

Jeff was lying on a simple hospital bed with gauze all over his body and a shocking scar on his face.

"Jeff."

Ye Ziheng shook his head. He could feel Jeff's consciousness was still clear. He thought he was awake, but the wound on his body had not been completely healed.

Jeff heard someone calling him, slowly opened his eyes, and then saw ye Ziheng's face in front of him.

"You, you, you are ye Ziheng!"

Jeff said that although the voice is not big, ye Ziheng can also hear the incredible feeling in his words.