Three days later.
At the border of Mellon consortium's 9th area, a dirty and muddy figure drilled out of the grass. He looked around and saw that there was no danger. He carefully groped his way out. He stepped barefoot on the moss and limped into the ruins of the street in front of him.
"Finally back to the 9th area." Dean's tense body finally got a little breathing space. In the past few days, if he didn't rely on his sense of smell to detect monsters and undeads in advance, it was estimated that hundreds of lives would have been lost. Even so, he almost lost his life. At night, he was attacked by a snake that knew how to hide its smell. Fortunately, he reacted in time and didn't get entangled by it. Otherwise, he would have lost his life.
Following the route in his memory, Dean walked towards the place where the cold crystals were stored. Along the way, he smelled the scent of Bone-Biter Rats from the ruins of collapsed buildings. In addition, he smelled the scent of other monsters from the entrance of the sewer.
Although hunters could hunt monsters on land, they couldn't do anything to monsters underwater. Some people had tried to kill them with poison, but the water in the sewers flowed in all directions. It was estimated that even if they threw in tons of poison, they might not be able to kill the monsters. Moreover, with the mutation of the monsters, if they were not killed immediately, they might evolve again and become more terrible.
After a moment, Dean found his hiding place. He lifted the stone and found the cold crystals and rotten guns wrapped inside.
Dean put the guns aside and opened the package of cold crystals. Looking at the crystal, he couldn't help but think of its original name, "soul crystal". Perhaps, this was really the soul of the undeads?
Dean shook his head and put away his thoughts. He lifted his left sleeve and held the dagger. Suddenly, there was some hesitation in his heart. If it was not necessary, he really didn't want to absorb the cold crystals to enhance his strength. He always felt that something bad would happen. However, now he was forced into a desperate situation. If he didn't enhance his strength, he couldn't return to the giant wall. If he stayed outside for a long time, the radiation in his body would increase sharply.
Dean gritted his teeth and cut a wound on his wrist. He picked up a cold crystal and immediately blocked the wound.
The next moment, he saw that the cold crystal was like ice and snow in boiling water. It gradually melted and turned into a translucent viscous liquid. It slowly penetrated into the wound on his arm.
In the blink of an eye, a cold crystal the size of a ping pong ball disappeared from the bloodstain.
Dean felt the cold crystal near the bloodstain was full of power. He gritted his teeth and picked up the second cold crystal to continue to absorb.
After the second one disappeared, Dean continued to absorb the third one, fourth one...
In the blink of an eye, ninety cold crystals had entered his left hand and disappeared. His arm didn't show any signs of swelling or any other signs.
Dean looked at the remaining ten pills in the bag. He immediately picked them up and pressed them on the bloodstains.
The cold crystal slowly melted and flowed into his arm. When Dean grabbed another one, he suddenly felt a cold air coming from the bloodstain on his left hand. At the same time, a swollen discomfort came from his left hand and stomach. He felt nausea and vomiting. His brain also felt a trace of fatigue and dizziness. He had experienced such a reaction last time when he absorbed the cold crystal. He knew that he had reached the limit. He immediately let go of the cold crystal in his hand and stopped absorbing.
He hugged his left arm and leaned against the wall, quietly waiting for the uncomfortable reaction to subside.
However, this time it didn't go as Dean expected. The uncomfortable feeling of dizziness and vomiting, as well as the bone-chilling feeling, not only didn't weaken, but became more and more intense.
Dean felt like he was in the black snow season, surrounded by endless ice and snow. He was so cold that he was shivering.
Kaka!
Suddenly, Dean heard the bone-chilling sound of ice. He looked at the source of the sound and suddenly turned pale. He saw that his left hand had started to freeze from the fingertips! Moreover, the frozen ice slowly spread along the fingers to the palm, and then the wrist. Looking at the trend, it seemed to spread along the left hand to the whole body!
Dean was frightened and hurriedly covered the frozen part of his left wrist. Suddenly, he felt the bone-chilling cold pouring into his right hand. The ice covered his right hand. He was scared and hurriedly pulled back his right hand. Looking at the ice still spreading up, his mind was a little blank.
In this moment of panic, he suddenly thought of fire.
The best way to stop the cold was to use fire!
His right hand hurriedly took out the fire sickle hidden in the chest armor that he carried with him. His other hand held the fire sickle and rubbed it with all his might. Soon, sparks were ignited. He picked up the dry firewood on the ground next to him, bit the silk with his teeth, and threw it on the sparks. It gradually burned.
He kept picking up the nearby fallen leaves and withered vines, stacking them on the sparks and burning them. The fire was getting bigger and bigger.
However, Dean saw that on his left hand, the ice was still spreading up to his elbow. The cold feeling of his whole body was not warmed by the strong flame.
Suddenly, he gritted his teeth, made up his mind, and stretched his left hand to the flame!
The ice on his hand melted quickly when it met the raging fire, and there was a burst of sharp pain from his arm. The pain was not from the burning flame, but from the inside of his arm, as if it was being stabbed by countless ice knives.
Dean took back his left hand and hugged it, rolling on the ground in pain.
After the flames fell off his arm, the piercing pain immediately lessened. However, the ice that had stopped spreading once again followed his arm and extended towards his shoulder. This made him feel terrified. He didn't know if it would continue to spread after it reached his shoulder. If it froze his throat, he would suffocate to death!
Dean gritted his teeth and raised his left hand again, grilling it on the fire.
The ice gradually melted into water, dripped into the fire, evaporated into water vapor, and made a hissing sound.
A bone-piercing pain came from his left hand. He was in so much pain that he wanted to scratch his scalp. He tried his best to pull his hand back, but he resisted the urge to do so. He picked up a thick piece of firewood from the ground and bit it tightly. The sharp pain made him lose all restraint, and he let out a beast-like howl from his throat. Tears were secreted from his tear ducts and flowed all over his face. Bean-sized beads of cold sweat also seeped from his forehead, mixed with tears.
In such a painful endurance, he did not feel the passage of time. He did not know how much time had passed. Maybe it was more than ten minutes, maybe less than a minute. Gradually, he felt the piercing pain in his left hand lessen, and then slowly he could not feel the stinging pain anymore.
His eyelids trembled and slowly opened. The next moment, he saw his left hand was on fire!
The hunter armor on his hand was made of animal skin, and it was burning. His arm was like a fire stick!
Dean was scared and hurriedly retracted his hand. Soon, the flame was extinguished, and black smoke rose from his left hand.
Dean raised his left hand and looked at it. He found that the skin of his left hand was only slightly burned, but the hunter armor on his left hand was burned to rags. He was relieved, but the next moment he was stunned.
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