"Don't you want an antidote?"

The local people roared loudly, 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 slightly dark red liquid gushed out of his mouth, like a fountain. All of them fell on the face of the local man.

Seeing the red liquid on his face, the local man seemed to understand something suddenly and directly. His face was frightened, and his body trembled. His lips turned white and his face was covered with sweat.

"Big, my Lord, I'm just joking. It's not like that..."

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

Seeing this scene, all the people on one side couldn't help shivering all over. They quickly gathered together and looked at ye Ziheng in horror.

But ye Ziheng did not pay attention to them. Instead, he continued to sit down, closed his eyes and recuperated.

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

As for the rest of the chakra people, the islanders and the rest of the local people, they were relieved that ye Ziheng had left without being hurt.

After leaving the camp, ye Ziheng walked on for a long time. He also met many monsters on the road, but they didn't hit them. Ye Ziheng was able to walk around and let go without any confrontation. Finally, he arrived at the camp ten hours later.

But this time, ye Ziheng just went into the process is no different from the last camp.

"Don't move!"

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

However, unlike the chakra people in the former camp, this man is simply guarding here, and has no intention of trying to annoy ye Ziheng.

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

"Well, go in."

Ye Ziheng saw this and took a look at the guard.

The guard looks like he is in his twenties. He is older than him. He has yellow skin, but darker than his skin. He should not be from China, but from the countries around China or from ah San.

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

It was a tent like thing built with clothes and broken wood sticks. Ye Ziheng walked over and quickly found Jeff.

At this time, Jeff was lying in a simple hospital bed, covered with gauze all over his body, and there was a shocking scar on his face, which seemed a little terrifying.

"Jeff."

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

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

"You, you, you are that ye Ziheng!"

Jeff said that although the voice was not loud, ye Ziheng could also hear the incredible feeling in his words.

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