Zhang Heng had been on this island for more than a year, and this was the first time he had seen a game item.
But other than the mysterious voice that suddenly appeared in his ears, there was nothing else.
He did not know how to use this thing or what its effects were. The voice did not seem to have any intention of reminding him, simply informing him that he had obtained a game item before disappearing.
Zhang Heng could not find anything special about the rabbit's foot after examining it, so he could only temporarily stuff it in his waist.
Bell did not dare to be careless when he saw the wound on his shoulder, immediately disinfecting it with saline. "Your wound is too deep. Wild beasts like this usually carry a lot of germs on their claws. It could cause an infection."
Zhang Heng, of course, knew the horrors of infection. In the city, it was as simple as an antibiotic injection, but on this barren island, the chances of survival were slim. Ed had died of a high fever from the wound on his leg. Although there was a certain element of plot killing, it was also a reminder from the game designers to be aware of the dangers in this area.
But there were some things that could not be helped even if they were known in advance.
What could he have done in that situation?
Being able to fight back was already an extraordinary feat. It was unlikely that he would have come out unscathed.
The Explorer comforted him. "It's not guaranteed that you'll get infected. It's also possible that nothing will happen."
Zhang Heng smiled bitterly. That was the only thing he could think of.
The two rested for a day. Since they were already here, Zhang Heng suggested that they continue to the other end of the island. Bell, of course, had no objections.
So they spent a little more than two days crossing the primeval forest.
The moment he saw the beach and the sea, Zhang Heng unexpectedly achieved a minor achievement of island sightseeing, earning him another three points.
But he was not in the mood to care about such things.
There were two things that gave him a headache. One was the possibility of him being infected, and the other was that Bell's plot killing time was almost up.
The first was purely luck, and there was nothing he could do about it. As for the second, they had been together for so long, and the explorer had saved him from the giant python. Zhang Heng had already regarded the latter as a friend, so he decided to give him a reminder.
Of course, he would not say that this was a game, and that he was an NPC with a nineteen-day buff. Putting aside the question of whether or not this would trigger any unknown reactions, Bale himself would find it hard to believe such an explanation. He would most likely think that Zhang Heng had been alone on the island for too long and had lost his mind.
So Zhang Heng only told Bell to be extra careful tomorrow.
The explorer did not seem to be too concerned. After all, the two of them had killed the jaguar, and now that they had left the primeval forest, they had passed the most dangerous period. Whatever happened next would not be as serious as this.
His way of thinking wasn't wrong.
However, after the incident with the man in shorts, Zhang Heng knew that anything could happen tomorrow. He persuaded Bell not to go hunting the next morning, and at the same time, he kept Bell under his surveillance for 24 hours a day.
Zhang Heng also wanted to use this incident to see how far the so-called plot killing could go and whether it could be changed.
…
Nothing happened in the morning.
Zhang Heng followed behind the explorer like an idiot, sending chills down the latter's spine. At noon, Bell suggested that they go to the outskirts of the forest to pick some wild vegetables and mushrooms to make a seafood soup, but Zhang Heng rejected the suggestion sternly.
What kind of joke was this? Did he really want to use this trick again?
Zhang Heng was already traumatized by mushrooms, and even if he really wanted to eat them, he would do it today.
Bell was helpless. He had wanted to go for a walk at the beach in the afternoon, but seeing how determined Zhang Heng was, he decided to cancel it. He did not want to cause more trouble for Zhang Heng, so the two of them walked back to their accommodation in silence.
For the first time, neither of them spoke along the way. Bell had a good temper, but even he felt that Zhang Heng was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Just as he was passing by a shallow beach, the rock wall on his left suddenly collapsed without warning. Bale was caught off guard. The falling rocks were about to hit his head, but at this critical moment, a figure suddenly pounced on him, and the two of them rolled to the side.
The falling rocks hit the coral reef nearby, and the explorer broke out in a cold sweat.
Then he saw the blood in the seawater and Zhang Heng lying there motionless, and his heart sank. "Zhang, are you okay?"
After a while, Zhang Heng's voice came.
"… I'm fine, Bell. I jumped too hard just now, and my nose is bleeding." Zhang Heng sat up, covering his nose.
The situation at that time was indeed dangerous, but Zhang Heng had been fully focused on guarding against it. When he heard the noise above his head, he immediately rushed over and finally completed the thrilling rescue.
"Oh my god, are you a fortune-teller? You can actually predict the future. That's amazing! "After escaping danger, the explorer remembered Zhang Heng's warning yesterday and could not help but exclaim.
"Don't celebrate too early. It's not over yet," Zhang Heng reminded him.
In fact, he did not know when this matter would end. Would it be after this day, or would it be until Bell died? If it was the latter, the explorer would be beyond saving.
Zhang Heng did not think that he would be able to maintain the same level of concentration for the next hundred days.
Fortunately, this dangerous situation had given him a boost, and Bell himself began to take his previous prediction seriously.
To be on the safe side, the two did not sleep the entire night. When the sun rose from the horizon, Zhang Heng was stunned. He did not expect that with his help, the explorer would actually make it to the twentieth day.
Bell yawned. "How is it? Am I safe? "
"I don't know." Zhang Heng shook his head. "But you can move around freely."
After surviving the most dangerous nineteenth day, no one knew what would happen next. But just like Zhang Heng's wounds, if they became infected, there was nothing he could do.
However, whether it was Bell or Zhang Heng, their luck seemed to be pretty good. The former did not encounter any life-threatening danger after that, and the latter's wounds had scabbed over without any signs of ulceration or swelling.
A week later, the two returned to the tile-roofed house. Seeing Mickey Mouse sunbathing in the breeding garden, Zhang Heng felt a sense of familiarity. He even felt that Mickey wasn't as ugly as before.
The journey was not long, but it was full of thrills. Fortunately, the rewards were not small.
Not only did he gain 13 points, but he also obtained a game item of unknown use. Most importantly, Bell was still alive and kicking.
This also meant that he would no longer be alone on this deserted island for the next hundred days.
Zhang Heng tidied up a room for the explorer to use as a bedroom. "Bell, can you be my teacher?"
"Sure. What do you want to learn?"
"English. I have a CET-6 exam in December."
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