Wang Gensheng has been in a coma, and Yang Buwei can only stay by his side, alert to the surrounding situation.
Sitting aside and seeing him in a coma, I felt angry and funny.
I don’t know which of his tendons was wrong, so he ate the meat raw without thinking. It was better now, but I don’t know what the situation is now.
Yang Buwei sat aside and kept shaking his head, feeling a little thankful.
Fortunately, I didn't eat the Roukui raw like him, otherwise I don't know what would happen now. If both of them were infected, they might have been killed by the Roukui plant by now.
I looked at the rhubarb plant on the ground not far away. It has now turned black and looks like two black stones.
After a while, Wang Gensheng showed no sign of waking up, so Yang Buwei stood up and walked to the sunflower plant, squatted down and observed it carefully.
It was discovered that a large amount of black mucus flowed out from the cross section cut off by Wang Gensheng, and there was also a foul smell. Moreover, there were many depressions on the face of the fleshy man. The originally delicate appearance had now become ugly.
He casually picked up a branch and poked Rou Kui's body. At this time, Rou Kui was like a pile of sponges, and the branch penetrated Rou Kui's body with just one poke.
Yang Buwei quickly threw away the branch in his hand. When he pulled out the branch, a lot of black liquid flowed out of Rou Kui's body.
Yang Buwei couldn't help but spit.
"unlucky."
Then he returned to Wang Gensheng to check on his condition and found that his eyes seemed to be moving all the time, but he just couldn't open them.
At this time, the scene before Wang Gensheng's eyes seemed to be in hell, with his hands and feet bound by iron chains, and everything he saw was blood red.
Wang Gensheng wanted to see clearly where he was now, so he tried to open his eyes wide and looked at the situation around him. At this moment, a man covered in blood suddenly appeared in front of him.
I saw the bloody man in front of me holding a machete in his hand, and without saying a word, he slashed at me.
At this time, Wang Gensheng struggled desperately, but his hands and feet were restrained by iron chains.
He watched helplessly as the man in front of him, covered in blood, raised the machete in his hand and struck at his head.
Suddenly Wang Gensheng shouted.
"ah……."
Open your eyes suddenly.
He kept breathing heavily.
Yang Buwei was beside him, and when he saw him like this, he suddenly became a little nervous.
"Brother Wang, Brother Wang, what's wrong with you? Are you having a nightmare?"
Wang Gensheng's eyes were dull and dull, and he stared straight ahead with his eyes wide open. Yang Buwei followed his gaze and found nothing unusual.
As far as the eye could see, there were only some fallen trees on the ground, and the environment was no different from where he was.
Wang Gensheng kept breathing heavily, and the image in his mind kept showing the man covered in blood, slashing at him with the big knife in his hand.
Seeing his dull look, Yang Buwei became even more worried.
Could it be that he is suffering from soul-leaving syndrome? In this environment, if he suffers from soul-leaving syndrome, he will be in big trouble.
The soul of a person suffering from Soul Leaving Syndrome leaves the body and cannot return to the body in a short period of time. If the will of a person suffering from Soul Leaving Syndrome is not firm, the soul may never return to the body. In that case, wouldn't Wang Gensheng become a
A useless person.
At this time, Yang Buwei was praying silently: "Brother Wang, nothing will happen to you. If something happens to you, how will I explain it to Huizi when you get back?"
Yang Buwei tried to transfer his magic power to him to see how he would react, but when Yun Gong instilled the magic power into his body, he found that there was no damage in his body.
Then Yang Buwei put away his magic power, put his hands on his shoulders and shook him vigorously twice.
"Brother Wang, wake up."
After a while, Yang Buwei found that he had always maintained that posture, and the expression on his face did not change at all. This was when Yang Buwei began to feel anxious.
My brain was thinking rapidly about how to solve this soul-leaving syndrome.
After a moment, Yang Buwei's eyes lit up, and what suddenly came to his mind?
Without hesitation, he walked up to Wang Gensheng, raised his right hand, and slapped him hard on the face twice.
After two slaps, I felt a little burning pain in my hand, but I didn't see any reaction from him.
So I picked up his right hand and cut a wound on the palm. After cutting the wound, I found that there was no blood flowing out as expected. It was like cutting a piece of dead flesh, with no trace of bleeding at all.
Seeing this situation, Yang Buwei suddenly panicked. This kind of situation can only happen to the dead.
I quickly used my hand to detect his breath under his nose, and then felt relieved that his breath was quite stable.
Then Yang Buwei walked up behind him and immediately used a powerful force of magic to inject into his body.
After a while, Yang Buwei checked the wound on his palm again. As expected, blood was slowly flowing out of the wound.
Before Yang Buwei did these things, what he thought about was that the human body is like a huge container, and the body contains magic power. If he forcibly injects magic power into his body, he can force his blood out of the wound.
This produces a feeling of pain, and the free soul will immediately return to the main body when it feels the pain of the main body.
Sure enough, within a few minutes, Wang Gensheng turned to look at Yang Buwei.
"Brother Yang, what's wrong with me?"
After hearing him speak, Yang Buwei let out a sigh of relief.
"Brother Wang, you just suffered from Soul Leaving Syndrome, and you acted like a fool."
After saying this, Yang Buwei couldn't help but laugh.
Because the expression on Wang Gensheng's face was very funny.
The corners of his mouth were still drooling, and his facial expression was very stiff. It must be that the expression just lasted for too long, and the muscles on his face had become stiff.
After Wang Gensheng said that, he moved his hands and feet slowly, and seemed to feel that he was drooling. He wiped the drool from his mouth with his hands and showed a stiff smile.
"Brother Yang, I made you laugh."
Yang Buwei said without hesitation: "It's okay. It's not the first time I've seen you make a fool of yourself. You were the same last time in Kunlun Mountain. I'm used to it."
These words made Wang Gensheng's face turn blue and purple.
Lower your head.
"Brother Yang, please stop making fun of me."
"Brother Wang, what did you see just now? I see that you have been talking to a tree, and you thought that tree was me."
At this time, Wang Gensheng's mind went blank, and he could not remember anything about what had just happened.
The only image that stayed in his mind was that of a man covered in blood walking towards him.