Zhou Ming glanced at the people who were still chatting around the campfire. They were all smiling and excited, showing no sign of pain at all.

Zhou Ming was very surprised, why didn't Wang Siyan and others feel anything unusual? Everyone obviously ate from the same pot.

"Come with me." Zhou Ming said to Wang Siyan.

"What's wrong?" Wang Siyan glanced at Zhou Ming, realized something was wrong, stood up on his knees, and got into a tent with Zhou Ming.

"I feel like I've been poisoned. My mouth hurts now and my body feels weird."

"Open your mouth and let me see."

Wang Siyan looked at Zhou Ming's mouth and saw that the oral mucosa was all white and the ulcers were very serious.

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

"How could this happen? Who was the poisoner?" Wang Siyan said angrily.

She frowned and stared at Zhou Ming. His face was pale, his breathing was rapid, the edges of his lips were purple and black, and cold sweat broke out on his cheeks and neck.

It stands to reason that the higher the level of spell power, the stronger the body's self-healing ability. Ordinary potent poisons are basically ineffective for people of her level.

But Zhou Ming only had B-level spell power, and the poisoning would still cause great harm to his body. It would be okay if the opponent used chronic poison, but if it was a highly toxic... Zhou Ming might not have much time now.

She must find a way to save him!

But she didn't have anything to detoxify on hand. The only place where she could get the antidote was at the masquerade, and she had to go to the dance.

Time is running out, we must race against time!

"Hold on, I'm going somewhere!"

After saying that, Wang Siyan turned around and got out of the tent, running towards the desert in the distance, and was swallowed up by the night in the blink of an eye.

At the same time, after Wang Siyan rushed into the wilderness of five people, a strong man wearing a red military uniform and a Peking Opera mask on his face slowly walked out of the desolate desert night, carrying a two-meter-long sword.

He walked from the darkness to the edge of the fire. The six hermits and the conjurer who were on guard duty on the roof of the truck spotted each other immediately and sounded the alarm.

The sharp sound of the flute cut through the silent night. When the ordinary passengers who were chatting in front of the bonfire heard the sound of the flute, their expressions suddenly changed, like a flock of birds hearing the sound of gunshots. They flew around in panic, rushing towards each other in confusion.

Run around on the big trucks.

They knew that this was the flute that would be blown when attacked by wandering marauders and sand ghosts!

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

"We encountered bandits in the wilderness! Hurry up and get in the car and let the bodyguards handle it!"

After saying that, the bald man got into the carriage and shouted several times to Zhou Ming to let him in. However, Zhou Ming stared blankly at the other carriages and shouted anxiously: "Oh, come in quickly! Come on!"

What are you doing outside! You really don’t want your life!”

Zhou Ming said nothing and stood there looking around, as if he was looking for something.

When the bald uncle saw that Zhou Ming was silent, he gritted his teeth and decisively closed the iron door, leaving Zhou Ming outside.

Zhou Ming was indifferent. He didn't care that he was locked out. His eyes flashed rapidly, trying to find the car he had been in before.

He kept running with his feet, running clockwise in the inner circle surrounded by large trucks, looking at each carriage at a glance... He was looking for something that belonged to him.

At this moment, there is no difference between the passengers and the slaves. When encountering the gangsters, they are both fish and meat on the chopping board.

A large group of people got into the car one after another and closed the heavy iron door. Several passengers among them asked Zhou Ming, who was passing by, to get in the car quickly to save their lives. However, after Zhou Ming gave up, they all chose to close the door to protect themselves.

They subconsciously knew that doing so would not have any effect. The real life and death were determined by the outcome of the wilderness gangsters and the few bodyguards.

If the robbers win, even if they are hiding in a hard and heavy iron box, the other party can pull them out like a skunk smokes out a hedgehog; if their bodyguards win, then even if they are not hiding in the car,

It doesn't matter.

The reason why they wanted to hide in these iron boxes like mice was to prevent themselves from becoming hostages, to slightly reduce the impact of the aftermath of the battle, and the last reason was for psychological comfort.

The door of the last truck was about to close. Two strong adult men worked together to pull the heavy door down. Just as the iron door was about to close, a hand reached in from the outside and grabbed the door.

Lower edge!

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

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Don't let them in!" Someone behind him yelled in fear.

The two people holding the car door gritted their teeth, roared deep in their throats, bulged their biceps, and tried their best to press the iron door down!

But the weight of the iron door, which weighed more than a hundred kilograms, plus their pressure, could not close it. The hand was like a powerful jack, forcibly lifting the iron door that was about to close!

"It's you!"

The moment the people in the car saw Zhou Ming, they recognized him. While breathing a sigh of relief, they were also surprised by Zhou Ming's strange strength.

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

Zhou Ming ignored the other party and jumped into the carriage with a light body. He quickly ran to the innermost side and picked up a plastic box from the corner. Although the box looked like it was made of plastic, when Zhou Ming picked it up

At this time, everyone else felt its heavy weight.

The corners of the box rubbed against the floor of the carriage where the iron plates were welded, making the sound of metal rubbing against each other!

Zhou Ming threw one hand behind his back, strode out, and jumped out of the truck in full view of everyone.

"Hey, what are you going to do?" someone behind him asked in surprise.

Zhou Ming didn't say a word. He turned around and looked at them. He grabbed the edge of the car door with one hand and closed the door hard!

The battle began, but it was not necessarily a battle with the wilderness robbers. The timing of his poisoning and the timing of his attack were too coincidental.

There are no coincidences in this world!

In the iron carriage, those people stood on iron chairs, clung to the vents above, and looked out through the gaps between the vertical iron bars, trying to understand the situation outside. Everyone was chattering.

"Isn't that young man just an ordinary person?"

"How can he be an ordinary person! Just now we have two arms and four arms, and the door is so heavy, and he opened it with one hand. How can he be an ordinary person?"

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

"That's definitely not an ordinary person, it's a hermit! The hermit actually sat with us. Sun Tong didn't say anything at all. Is he a hidden bodyguard?"
Chapter completed!