thefictionvixens Chapter 398 Fan Wanwan
Chapter 398 Fan Wanwan
But he certainly couldn't voice his guess at this moment.
That would not only be unhelpful, but would also be a devastating blow to the team.
And this is just his guess.
Xu Si withdrew his gaze and remained silent.
The most important thing right now is to control the situation, not to investigate the cause.
"Everyone stay inside the barrier and don't move." Fu Xiaojian's voice was low, but it carried a firm and serious tone that he had never shown before.
"Jiang Li, reinforce the barrier, hold it for as long as you can." He didn't specifically name those people, but Jiang Li already understood.
If it's unavoidable, then we have no choice but to make sacrifices.
"Yi Yi, are there any others?" Fu Xiaojian asked Yi Yi in the sky again.
Because he could tell that these were all Yi Yi's masterpieces.
"That's all!" Yi Yi shook her head and then fell back onto Xu Si's shoulder, proudly raising her little head as if waiting for Xu Si's praise.
"Well done!" Xu Si naturally wouldn't dampen the children's enthusiasm.
"Right!" Yi Yi said shyly, her face beaming.
Xu Si then turned his gaze back to Fan Wanwan.
He wanted to know what she really wanted to do.
Seemingly noticing Xu Si's gaze, Fan Wanwan immediately looked over.
Xu Si clearly saw her gaze shift from exploration of the unknown to panic on the spot, as if the vines and roots had truly frightened her.
This woman!
Xu Si was speechless. Now he was certain that the vines had indeed parasitized these people.
I just hope she doesn't go too far and make things unmanageable.
Xu Si had no choice but to sacrifice her to the starry sky.
He didn't care whose woman she was.
The atmosphere in the camp remained as tense as a string on a musical instrument that could snap at any moment.
Although those parasitized by the vines have been separated, the problems facing people have not yet been solved.
That is, how to separate these vines.
The ordinary people were in particularly bad shape; some had collapsed to the ground, their faces ashen; others stared intently at the wriggling roots beneath their skin, like prisoners awaiting sentencing.
Ivan, on the other hand, was much calmer.
He glanced at the fine, slowly growing "hairs" on the back of his hand, then looked down and filled in the blank space on the next page of the road book.
The painting depicts that eerie sea of flowers, meticulously drawn stroke by stroke, striving to reproduce even the luster of the petals' edges.
"You still have the nerve to paint?" Xiao Wu's voice came from the other side, trembling with suppressed anger. At this moment, he was really angry at Ivan for his lack of ambition.
After spending so many days together, he didn't want Ivan to become nourishment for those vines.
"There's no way he can escape anyway." Ivan didn't even look up and continued drawing.
"You—" He was speechless.
"Niu Niu, save them!" Dou Dou's voice came from inside the barrier, still choked with sobs.
Niu Niu stopped eating, and turned its round head toward the people it was parasitizing, as if it were thinking.
Then it looked at the crow, which had mostly recovered, slid off its body, and wriggled towards Fang Bo.
Fang Bo instinctively took a step back, his back slamming against the barrier wall.
He watched as the enormous, vortex-shaped monster approached him, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't try to dodge.
"Lie down!" Fu Xiaojian's voice came from afar.
Humans are much smaller than crows, and those vines are insignificant to cows.
Fang Bo paused for a moment, then lay down on the ground, letting Niu Niu do as he pleased.
Niu Niu stopped at his feet, raised its head, and then—it stretched out its whiskers and gently touched a thin vine that had just sprouted from Fang Bo's calf.
The vine instantly seemed to have all its moisture drained away, fading from dark red to grayish-white, before being sucked into the giant mouth of the bull-like creature.
Everyone was stunned.
Niu Niu continued climbing, along his trouser legs, knees, and waist. Wherever he went, the newly sprouted vines withered and fell off, like a harvested wheat field.
But it's really too slow.
Nearly ten minutes had passed by the time it climbed to the thickest vine on Fang Bo's neck.
Meanwhile, the vines on the other people's bodies are growing and spreading at a visible rate.
Yang Shu's wings were mostly covered by dark red patterns, and a fine, viscous liquid began to seep from the edges of the wing membranes.
The "hair" on the back of Ivan's hand had grown into real vines, wrapping around his wrist like a natural shackle.
Worse still, the condition of the ordinary people on those trucks—the outlines of vines were clearly visible beneath their skin, like countless snakes writhing inside them, and some had already begun to let out suppressed groans.
"It's too late." Fu Xiaojian's voice was very soft, but everyone heard it.
Xu Si's gaze fell on Fan Wanwan again.
At this moment, the woman was looking down at the small flower in her palm that had fully bloomed.
The petals were a very pale pink with silvery edges, and they were unbelievably beautiful under the blood-red sun.
She seemed to feel Xu Si's gaze again, and raised her head to meet his deep, starry eyes.
This time, she didn't feign panic.
She knew Xu Si already knew what was going on, and if she continued to pretend, she really wouldn't be a smart person.
She smiled slightly and nodded to Xu Si.
Her expression immediately became more serious.
But then, the atmosphere in the camp suddenly changed.
It's not a change in temperature, nor a change in wind direction, but rather a matter of inherent characteristics.
The vines that were growing wildly stopped spreading at the same moment.
It was as if the pause button had been pressed.
Yang Shu looked down at the dark red patterns on his wings. They were no longer spreading, but instead...fading.
From deep red to light red, from light red to pinkish white, and finally to transparent, spider silk-like threads, it detached from its wing membranes and drifted away in the wind.
The vines on Ivan's wrist stopped wrapping around him, and then, like withered vines that had lost their support, they broke off one by one and slid off the back of his hand.
The groans of the ordinary people inside the truck gradually subsided.
Niu Niu, who was happily eating, looked completely bewildered.
Everything happened in a matter of seconds.
It's Fan Wanwan.
The vines weren't destroyed, but rather "reclaimed".
From within each person, the roots, vines, and flowers wither and shrink at the same instant.
It transformed into the smallest energy particles, and then—all of them surged into Fan Wanwan's palm.
There, the pale pink flower was slowly closing its petals, like a well-fed baby, curling up contentedly.
Then, it disappeared.
It disappeared into Fan Wanwan's palm, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, leaving not even a trace.
The camp fell into a deathly silence.
Everyone stared blankly at the scene, unsure how to react.
Fan Wanwan raised her head, her gaze sweeping over everyone before finally settling on Xu Si.
She knew that only Xu Si knew everything.
The others assumed it was Niu Niu who did it, and the string of praises only made Niu Niu more confused.