Bureau of Anomalous Biological Countermeasures Chapter 43: Meet Zhang Song

Wu Mian's eyes flashed, and the scene in front of him had undergone earth-shaking changes. The location where he was originally turned into a place filled with thick fog in an instant. Gui Bugui and the few monsters who were originally beside him didn't know where they went. It seemed that he was the only one in this fog-shrouded place. In the fog, Wu Mian's vision range was only more than ten feet away. Even if the white-haired man used the power of the seed, there was no progress at all. Instead, Wu Mian faintly felt that the fog restrained the power of the seed, making him in the fog. Some don't get used to it.

If it was a matter of no return or nothing, the two of them would have already started shouting at this time. However, Wu Mian's temperament would not open his mouth to ask for help no matter what. At the moment, he first turned around in place, and then released a huge fireball against the sky.

After the big fireball flew to a height of more than 20 feet, it began to descend slowly. If there is a cultivator nearby who sees the fireball flying into the sky, there must be a meeting place. Even if you can't send a fireball, you can at least shout a warning. However, the fireball has been completely extinguished, and it has not waited for someone to come to echo. In desperation, Wu Mian could only continue to walk in the fog alone.

Every time he walked three or five hundred meters, he sent a fireball into the sky. Wait until the fireball is completely extinguished before moving on. After walking out about three hundred feet, he continued to send a fireball into the sky.

I don't know how long it took, but Wu Mian didn't see anyone, not even a tree, grass or even a stone. It seemed that there was only fog left except for him, but the white-haired man still didn't give up. He continued to move forward while placing a fireball in the sky. As long as he continued to move forward, he would have a chance to see other people.

In this way, Wu Mian continued to move forward, because there was no reference to calculate the time. However, he has been walking for at least ten days, and it is more unbearable to be hungry than a tired white-haired man. Relying on his immortal body, Wu Mian would have already starved to death.

Wu Mian can now understand why Jai Zhen looks like a starving ghost just after he escaped. If he can get out of here now, he can almost eat two sheep. There is no mirror beside him, but Wu Mian can also feel that he has lost a lot of weight. If he continues to walk like this, he does not know whether the white-haired man will eventually become a walking skeleton.

Fortunately, Wu Mian's magic was not affected by hunger. He still released a fireball every time he walked a distance, although it seemed that he would never get a response.

Just when Wu Mian had a hunch that he was going to be trapped here, the fireball he released finally responded. When the white-haired man didn't know how many times after the fireball, a scream suddenly sounded in the distance: "Someone! I'm here... come and save me... I'm not saying, am I dead... you Is it a ghost messenger from Yin Si? Come, take me with you, can you give me something to eat first? If you don't have something to eat, give me a bowl of Meng Po soup, a thick bowl..."

I walked over to the voice of the conversation, and after walking for a long time, I saw a thin and thin man lying in the same place where he had been talking. If it wasn't for the words I didn't say, the white rice man would never recognize that this thin man would be the disciple of the great warlock Xi Yingzhen, the fat Zhang Song...

Now Zhang Song seems to have changed a person. The big fat man who used to be 200 to 300 pounds now looks at most 60 to 70 pounds. He was so thin that he had already taken off his face. Due to the rapid weight loss of his big, chubby face, the skin on both sides of his cheeks slapped down, making him look ridiculous and unspeakable.

At this time, Zhang Song was lying on the ground, weakly looking at the white-haired man who came to his side. Seeing that the person who came was not a ghost, he was a little disappointed. At the moment, he said to Wu Mian weakly: "Hey... Originally, you and the old guy who did not return were my last hope. Since you came in, then he shouldn't have escaped, right?"

"Get up and let's go together, sooner or later you will see that old guy." When speaking, Wu Mian rarely reached out, trying to pull Zhang Song out.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Song just glanced at Wu Mian's outstretched hand. Then he shook his head weakly and said, "I'm not going anywhere... I'll die here, or you will give me a steamed bun, or you will just kill me..."

"To kill you?" After Wu Mian looked Zhang Song up and down, he smiled in his unique way. Then he continued to say to Zhang Song, who was motionless: "It's like eating you... After eating you, maybe I can find a way out."

As soon as Wu Mian said these words, Zhang Song shivered. This man seems to have never joked with him, and looking at his skinny appearance, he might really have the idea of ​​hitting his skin. Zhang Song suddenly turned over and stood up. Accompanying the smiling face, he continued to Wu Mian: "I just want to cheat a steamed bun. Since you don't have it with you, I still have to follow you. Wu Mian, you don't know, I'm looking forward to a living person. I know how many days I've been waiting for. God takes care of me, I've been waiting for you for so many days..."

When speaking, Zhang Song followed Wu Mian staggeringly and continued to move forward. The two kept walking forward, and Wu Mian continued to throw fireballs towards the sky all the way. While throwing the fireball, the white-haired man asked Fatty Zhang how he got here.

Zhang Song sighed helplessly, and continued: "Anyway, if you pick it up, I'm not afraid of being ashamed. After the two groups of us separated, the Great Warlock and I continued to find the whereabouts of the mastermind behind the scenes. He accompanied the old man all the way to Luoyang City. At that time, he heard that there were more than a dozen Persian girls in the prostitutes in the city. Where did the great warlock of our family go to check, the old man spent the night in the prostitutes. The next day, the three poles did not come out. Later, I, Jia Zhong and Taotie went in to invite them. They didn’t come out after they entered the Persian girl’s boudoir. At that time, I realized that something was wrong, so I wanted to run away and report to you. Who would have thought of that? What people have done is even worse, and even set up a formation on the bustling street. I walked out of the prostitute and arrived here...I don't know how long it has been, and those who haven't eaten or drank can't die..."

The last sentence woke Wu Mian, he glanced at Zhang Song and said, "Can't die? How to say..."

"Zhang Song, I have survived until now by taking the house. I haven't eaten or drank for so long, this skin should have been abolished long ago. But it's still very good." When I say this, Zhang Song saw sweat on his forehead. After changing his tone, he continued: "I realized later that although this formation is great, it is not designed to kill people. Even if the people locked inside are not immortals like you, they will not Died from hunger and thirst. It is more relevant to say that it is a formation than a prison."

After listening to Zhang Song's words, Wu Mian had a new understanding of this formation. Although he is a cold-faced person, he doesn't usually like to talk much. But after being here for so long, I finally saw a living person, and the white-haired man began to speak more slowly. After Zhang Song finished speaking, he also briefly recounted what happened to Jie Zhen. Hearing this, Zhang Song was stunned: "You mean that Jie Ji was also imprisoned here? He found a way out and escaped?"

"When you see Jairui in the future, ask about it yourself." Wu Mian scolded Zhang Song lightly and then continued: "I'll tell you another good news, apart from me, can you return? Gui and them have also come in. Now if we want someone to rescue us from outside, it is only Xu Fu from the sea.”

The expression on Zhang Song's face was uglier than crying. Just when he was about to find out how Wu Mian and the others were doing, he suddenly saw a fireball flying from the ground in the distance. After seeing the fireball, Zhang Song's expression immediately became hopeful again: "We went over... maybe the people over there brought steamed buns when they came in..."