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Chapter 615 615. Gradually recovering
Zhang Yang was very curious that the people in the convoy were going to enter Death Valley. He didn't know how these people were so courageous. Obviously, the violent storm should have been seen at the entrance of Death Valley. According to the trend of normal people The usual practice of avoiding evil, it seems that coming in at this time should be looking for death, and most people really don't make this choice.

of course!

Zhang Yang obviously did not consider himself within the scope of normal people, at least according to what he is doing now and what he has done before, it seems that this is not the case, although this time it did not go so smoothly, and was even a bit unlucky.

That group of guys obviously did the same thing as Zhang Yang did. There were seven of them in total. Except for two domestic tour guides and one of their members who stayed to watch the car, the other four were already dressed up and wrapped in raincoats, ready to step into the range of the storm.

"Hey~ These people are really... I rely on it!"

However, it was obvious that Zhang Yang wanted to read on and have some fun by commenting and waiting for his consciousness to wake up, but a sudden burst of severe tearing and burning pain hit him in an instant, and he had to give up what he wanted to say next. Then, I turned to deal with the sudden feeling...

At this time, Zhang Yang's first thought was that his body had regained his senses, that is to say, his consciousness was gradually awakening.

But then the pain that pierced into the bone marrow as if it was Ling Chi made him dare not think any more. It was like when he was struck by lightning before because he was instantly unconscious, so the pain at that time seemed to have accumulated until now. Then he tossed it out.

Of course, there is another possibility, that is, since his body was struck by lightning, he has been suffering until now, so when he regained consciousness or even just found a little feeling, other people who didn't feel the pain struck first up.

"I don't want to wake up!!"

"Fuck!!"

"Mamma Mia!!"

However, no matter how much Zhang Yang refuses and doesn't want to wake up, he still can't stop the gradual recovery of consciousness, and gradually controls the body, and then feels the piercing pain.

I don't know if it's because of being cheap or not. This kind of pain was just unacceptable to him at the beginning, but after...after his body got used to it, although it was still very painful, it didn't hurt enough to make him unconscious again and reach His tolerance limit.

"Rhubarb, quick, just put the mouth of the bottle in my mouth!"

No longer caring about other Zhang Yang, he hurriedly informed Rhubarb through the mother-to-child chip, and asked the other party to replace the method of pouring medicine that was intended to be like water dripping through stones with surging irrigation.

Anyway, the person has woken up, and the body can already swallow the medicine in the mouth on its own, so it doesn't care about so much. Only by taking the time to replenish the body's energy, and then speed up the progress of the body's repair, can the pain be relieved disappears.

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"George, did you hear anything?"

After a group of four people wearing raincoats stepped on the mud all over the ground and entered Death Valley, the foreign man who was walking in the front suddenly turned his head and looked at his companion George who was holding a compass in his hand.

It's just that at this moment, the man named George's attention was completely on the compass in his hand, looking at the pointer of the compass spinning like crazy, he just casually said something.

"Pedro, don't bother me, the compass doesn't seem to work in this valley, I don't have time to listen to your hallucinations!"

However, it was obvious that George's perfunctory didn't attract Pedro's attention at all. It is estimated that this guy just asked casually, and he should have been used to it for a long time. This guy turned his attention to the other two girls again.

"My dear Paige, did you and Suzie hear anything?"

However, the response he got was still the unanimous shaking of the head of the two girls, but if you look carefully, you can find that the two girls are plugging two earphones in their ears hidden under the rain hat. Pedro's voice was not heard.

"WTF! My dear god father, come out and punish my three partners, they don't care about their lives, this is Death Valley!"

I don't know where this guy heard the word God's father, but it is obviously not a common name for them abroad, but it is a bit like the "father" that often appears in China.

Leaving aside whether Zhang Yang’s screams of pain were heard by this Pedro from such a distance, anyway, he is suffering pain that ordinary people can’t bear at this time, but fortunately this pain is gradually getting worse. Weakening, although this kind of weakening is very weak, but fortunately it is also decreasing, at least it is a thought.

After drinking five bottles of glucose in a row, this guy seemed to be directly converted into energy as soon as he entered the body. Zhang Yang can be considered to have regained a little strength, at least his body should be able to move now.

He raised his hand tentatively, and after realizing that he could really move, he subconsciously increased his movements a little, but something unexpected happened to him...

"WTF!!"

It was able to move, but the scorched skin on the hand was just like the dried rice crust. With the bending of the wrist and the twitching of the skin, it cracked open with a cracking sound, driving the various parts connected below. Knowing whether it was the flesh or the new skin, a more concentrated pain hit instantly.

"Crack!"

Zhang Yang can vaguely hear the cracking sound from his wrist, but at this time he can't just stop because the pain is unbearable. It is not a long-term solution to ask Dahuang to help him fill the medicine. He still needs to hold it by himself. The medicine is poured into the mouth, not to mention that the neck and the skin on the face that were also injured after the meeting will continue to hurt to death.

Forget it, long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and short-term pain is worse than instant pain to death!
Feeling the recovery of physical strength after the few bottles of glucose went down, Zhang Yang simply endured the tearing pain and slowly propped up his body after his body was able to move, and then moved little by little almost like a snail The body made himself lean against the stone next to him, but it was such a simple movement for him, but now it is as weak as running two marathons for him, and the sweat does not know which body it is from. The place where it came out was seeping from the dry and cracked skin, and it seemed to be mixed with blood.

He didn't know how to describe this pain anymore. Anyway, although it wasn't as good as those mothers' pain in childbirth, it shouldn't be much worse.

I took out a bottle of glucose again from the cardboard box next to it, bit off the cling film that was plugging the bottle with my mouth, and started to pour it "gurgling". This feeling is a little more refreshing. He seems to feel that the energy in his body is instantly abundant and then immediately consumed by the body's self-repair, but this kind of energy absorption always seems to be getting twice the result with half the effort.

The glucose in the cardboard box is disappearing at a speed visible to the naked eye. In exchange for the abundant satiety in the body, there is a numb feeling all over the body, as well as empty bottles on the ground and a swollen bladder...

I can't help it, I drank too much water, I don't know if it's the detoxification or the water, anyway, Zhang Yang wants to go to the toilet, but he has to hold back, you know, it's so tortured to do it, if you get up to go to the toilet A toilet is probably not as good as peeing your pants directly.

The time was slowly passing away minute by minute, and what I got in exchange was the feeling of being wet all over, and it was the unbearable itching under the skin. It seemed that the new skin was agitating above the only injured hand and neck. It's like trying to push off the glue-black objects attached to the surface of the body.

The fact is that some dry scabs really fell off Zhang Yang's body at this time, and from a little bit the size of a little thumbnail at the beginning, it gradually became the size of a thumbnail, and finally it was directly in pieces. fall down...

(End of this chapter)