The moment Zhan Long Sword left its scabbard, the sword qi accumulated over several breaths surged forth.

Wanli Fengdao stepped on a tree trunk, his figure rushing forward along the ground, right hand holding the sword, left hand forming two fingers that lightly brushed across the blade.

*Buzz—*

The sword blade trembled incessantly, and the long sword qi suddenly split into more than a dozen streams. Accompanied by the faint sounds of tiger roars and dragon cries, they slashed diagonally forward.

In an instant, sword qi crisscrossed, and a cold light shone.

Countless narrow wounds appeared on the monster called Shui Yan. The loose and drooping skin broke apart inch by inch, and red and yellow pus gushed out as if it were free.

However, he seemed unable to feel the pain, standing still, allowing the blades to slash, stab, and cut. A hideous smile appeared on his terrifying, twisted face covered in sword marks.

His eyes were covered with a layer of cloudy white film, and his cracked lips revealed teeth that were black and incomplete. His tongue was dark red and rotten, and countless wriggling maggots parasitized his oral cavity.

As he opened his mouth to speak, a suffocating stench gushed out continuously.

"Found you."

Shui Yan's cloudy white eyes trembled as he muttered to himself. He suddenly raised a pair of thin arms, and with a "啪" sound, he actually used his palms to firmly夹住 the Zhan Long Sword blade, forcibly interrupting the continuous impact of the sword qi.

In the heavy rain, Wanli Fengdao's embarrassed face, drenched by the rain, showed a clear look of astonishment.

Shui Yan grinned, and the dense, bone-deep wounds on his body instantly stopped flowing pus and quickly healed as before.

Just as he was about to say something,

Wanli Fengdao's eyes flashed with a sharp light. His right hand, holding the sword, suddenly twisted, rotating the blade, cutting open Shui Yan's palms, and silently thrusting forward.

The cold light of the sword tip pierced through the white film, pierced into Shui Yan's left eye, penetrated his head, and finally stirred fiercely!

The severe pain stabbed directly into his soul, forcing Shui Yan to take half a step back. Only his right eye remained blood red, his rotten jaw drooped strangely, and he let out an angry roar.

"Ahhhhh!!!"

The sound waves materialized, easily shattering the dense rain curtain.

Wanli Fengdao faced Shui Yan's roar head-on, feeling as if his ribs were broken and blood rushed to his head. A sweetness rose in his throat. He didn't have time to think, so he directly held the sword and stirred it randomly, pulling the sword out of Shui Yan's eye socket.

At the same time, he tapped the ground with his toes, his figure retreating violently. In a flash, he ran towards the end of the iron chain, grabbed Xing Hechou, who was unconscious on the ground, and forcibly dragged the latter away from the shackles of the iron chain.

"Don't even think about leaving!"

Shui Yan roared in a sinister and violent voice, reaching out to cover his ruptured left eye, his right hand reaching for the iron chain around his waist, and swinging it diagonally forward.

The man-arm-thick iron chain darted out at a strange angle, like a poisonous snake.

Wanli Fengdao, carrying Xing Hechou on his shoulders, heard the sound of breaking through the air coming from behind him. He only had time to barely turn around and place the sword horizontally in front of him.

*Boom!*

The iron chain struck the Zhan Long longsword, and the remaining force hit Wanli Fengdao's chest.

The man with the two mustaches widened his eyes, coughed up a mouthful of blood, staggered, but still managed to escape into the depths of the dense forest, his figure disappearing.

"Heh, heh, heh..."

Shui Yan stood there, panting heavily, reaching out to try to cover his eye socket, but the stinking pus still gushed out from between his fingers.

Clearly, only the last two were left...

He was silent, looking down at the eighteen iron chains tied around his waist, his face full of resentment and ferocity.

Run, run, you can't escape this forest.

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Huff, huff, huff.

Wanli Fengdao carried Xing Hechou, running wildly in the forest. The sound of the wind whistled past his ears, but it couldn't cover up the increasingly heavy sound of his own breathing echoing in his brain.

What a mess, really.

Wanli Fengdao silently took out a tube of reagent and drank it all in one gulp.

The special treatment reagent from the Special Affairs Bureau's research department quickly healed the wounds on his body surface.

But those broken bones and ruptured internal organs still needed time for the medicine to take effect and heal.

In the dark and deep night, the rumbling thunder continued, and the fleeting flashes of lightning occasionally illuminated the lush forest.

The ancient and secluded trees during the day seemed to become strange under the occasional illumination of the lightning.

It was as if countless evil spirits were lurking, hiding in the dark, waiting to devour people.

What Wanli Fengdao needed most now was time. Ignoring the sharp pain in his chest, he carried Xing Hechou, leaping and darting, fleeing as fast as he could, until he had exhausted most of his strength and escaped an unknown distance before he slowly stopped.

He found a hollow giant tree, took Xing Hechou into the tree hole, and rested temporarily.

The tree hole was cold and damp, but it could block the wind and rain.

Wanli Fengdao leaned against the tree hole, breathing rapidly for a while. After adjusting his breath, he didn't dare to turn on the light.

Using the lightning in the sky, he looked down at Xing Hechou's condition.

The iron tower-like man's eyes were closed tightly at the moment, his face was pale, and there were only extremely weak breaths, heartbeats, and pulses.

"Huff, luckily he's not dead."

Wanli Fengdao breathed a sigh of relief. He took out seven or eight tubes of medicine from his backpack, glanced at the labels, and then poured them all into Xing Hechou's mouth.

The two of them were initially teleported to this dark forest with heavy rain. It wasn't long before they met each other.

The Special Affairs Bureau attached great importance to this Shengnan King Dream, and arranged for a group of elite forces to enter together.

For the well-trained Special Affairs Bureau agents, the power that the two-person team could exert was much stronger than fighting alone, not to mention that Xing Hechou and Wanli Fengdao had known each other for a long time and had a good understanding.

The two discussed for a while, and then released a secret firework used by the Special Affairs Bureau agents to contact each other into the air. After waiting for a while without seeing anyone, they began to explore the forest and find a way out.

Along the way, the two cooperated to kill three ferocious and evil demons. Before they could rest, they were attacked by Shui Yan and Xing Hechou was directly taken away.

Although the Shengnan King Dream could be left at any time, the prerequisite was that the player must remain conscious and be able to have the thought of "leaving the dream."

Xing Hechou fell into a coma, and Wanli Fengdao didn't know if those medicines produced by the Special Affairs Bureau would work.

If he left the dream and returned to the real world, then Xing Hechou in a coma would almost certainly die in this dense forest of resurrected evil spirits.

"This is really..."

Wanli Fengdao sat cross-legged, placing the longsword across his lap, looking at Xing Hechou and smiling bitterly, "Old Xing, you slept well, but I'm the one suffering."

Suddenly, his eyes flashed, as if he had thought of something, "Wait, I saw in TV dramas that there are many ways to wake up vegetative patients..."

He reached out and rubbed his stubble-covered chin, slowly lowered his head, patted Xing Hechou's face lightly, and whispered in the latter's ear.

"Old Xing, get up and play mahjong, we're one short."

No response.

"Old Xing, if you don't get up, your wife will run away with someone else."

"Old Xing, get up and play Plants vs. Zombies."

"Old Xing, what are you lying down for? Get up and have fun."

"Old Xing, do you know that if a vegetative person is taken hostage, that's quality." (This is a play on words that loses its meaning in English without cultural context.)

"Old Xing, if you don't wake up, I'm going to kiss you."

Wanli Fengdao babbled on and on, getting more and more energetic. Suddenly, two beams of light pierced through the silent night, shining into the dark tree hole.