Chapter 267 266. Eat Together
Zhou Qian breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he turned his head to look at the wounds on his arms, waist, chest and abdomen, and couldn't help but frowned: "It's okay, no bones are broken, I tried my best to avoid it, and the wound is not too deep."

Although his words were evasive, Huaiyu still became anxious because they did not bring any healing items when they came to the mountain this time, and they didn't even bring a few extra Kronos.

How is Zhou Qian going to make it down the mountain in this condition?
Her eyes were wet, and she couldn't help shedding tears again: "I won't do this again next time... I can't be so bold and reckless relying on my own abilities, and I can't ignore those healing supplies just because I don't want to eat Kron Balls..."

When she said this, she suddenly seemed to remember something and fumbled around, finally pulling out a shriveled ginseng beard from her pocket!

I picked this up from Dapang before leaving.

Now it likes to push the toddler flower pot and stumble on the uneven grass during the day, but it will fall occasionally, and then the ginseng roots will fall to the bottom of the pot.

Huaiyu saw it, so he picked it up, and now he almost forgot about it after putting it in his pocket!

"Brother Zhou Qian, if I soak this in water and drink it, will it be good for the wound?"

I'm afraid not.

Zhou Qian smiled bitterly: The previous two times I drank ginseng tea, it only had an effect on the biological materials used in prosthetic limbs.

Although he could feel that his left leg was stronger and tougher thanks to this, it probably wouldn't help in stopping bleeding or healing wounds.

But seeing Huaiyu's anxious nose full of sweat, he ordered: "Give it a try, it might work - otherwise there is no clean bandage now, so we should treat the dying horse as a living one."

What kind of word is this!
Huaiyu glared at him, then happily went to rummage through the backpack.

Is it too late to boil water now? But if I don't boil water, can the ginseng tea stimulate the medicinal effect?

Or are there any wild grasses or vegetables that you know of near the Taoist temple that can stop bleeding?
She was thinking so anxiously and complicatedly that she couldn't remember for a while. The mutant macaque with a head full of elm yellow mushrooms was still lying in the hall!
Zhou Qian took the towel and rope handed to him by Huai Yu - they were pulled from the sleeping bag, and carefully tied them around the wound, which barely stopped the bleeding.

But this was not a long-term solution. It just gave Huaiyu more room for trial and error, allowing her to have enough energy to quickly run outside and collect a bunch of dead leaves and branches.

But now, Zhou Qian could no longer help her break the long branch.

While she was urgently making a fire and taking several incense burners from the altar to use as pot racks, Zhou Qian was still curious: Where did the elm yellow mushroom come from?
Could it be that it got on them, and then accidentally got on to the mutant macaques during the fight?

If this is the case, the threat level of the big mushroom should be recalculated. Because in this case, after coming into contact with the elm yellow mushroom, he must take a defensive stance against the disease in order to completely isolate himself from harming others.

And Huaiyu even wants to grow such a dangerous thing on a large scale...

He frowned, feeling himself becoming increasingly exhausted, and a sense of worry arose in his heart.

This worry is not only about the mysteriously dangerous elm yellow mushroom, but also about his own current situation and Huai Yu's mood.

If he couldn't get back down the mountain in time, even if these injuries weren't fatal, the delay would...

If he hadn't thought about this dangerous factor, how could Huaiyu, who had experienced life and death, so calmly, easily shed tears again?
Afraid that his facial expression would reveal something, Zhou Qian simply turned his head and stopped looking at Huai Yu, who was sweating profusely while burning a fire in the middle of the hall. Instead, he stared intently at the mutant macaque's corpse.

He was staring too intently. When Huaiyu looked sideways, she didn't notice his distracted eyes. Instead, she said hesitantly:

"Brother Zhou Qian, are you hungry?" "If I'm hungry..."

She gritted her teeth and made a difficult decision:
"If you still want to eat grilled mushrooms or mushroom soup, I'll go pick them for you!"

Zhou Qian suddenly heard her cry, and at this moment he came to his senses and tasted him, then looked at his fearless expression, and suddenly some thoughts that no normal person would have came to his mind.

So the whole crowd laughed:
"Pick it."

"How can I eat it alone? If we want to eat it, we can eat it together - go pick it."

This stinky girl!
I thought she was sensible just now, but now it seems that she still has the mentality of a child.
Even if he starved to death, could he still eat the elm yellow mushrooms that grew from people's brains, nostrils and mouths?

Huaiyu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "It's good that you don't want to eat."

Even though Zhou Qian was weak and covered in wounds, he still uttered this last sentence full of mocking onomatopoeia accurately -

"Ah."

Huaiyu: “…”

She swallowed her anger and tossed the yellowish ginseng tea back and forth between the cup and the pot. When it was finally not that hot anymore, she quickly brought the pot over:

"Hurry, hurry, hurry! Drink it!"

If they can regain some strength and energy after drinking, they have to discuss how to get back quickly! After all, bandaging to stop bleeding can't last too long.

However, as soon as the cup of hot ginseng tea was handed over, the steam was rippling and filled with a faint ginseng aroma. The next moment, Zhou Qian's left leg suddenly stretched out a thin branch from the ankle, exploring all the way and crawling towards the ginseng tea.

Zhou Qian: …

This scene was quite strange, because he himself did not feel anything. But the attraction of this mutant ginseng to mutant creatures (even if there is only one section of material left now) seems to have not diminished.

Seeing that he did not stop them, the second and third branches quickly stretched out hesitantly. Zhou Qian didn't even know if they could put the branches directly into the hot tea. He also didn't know if it would be more effective to absorb it directly, or if he needed to drink it himself?

But this question did not affect his quiet observation, until he suddenly felt something strange on his thin trouser legs——

It was originally the area around the ankles and insteps, but now because the main material has stretched forward quickly, the rest of the branches and vines have become scattered large tracts.

And among the green vines, there are handfuls of pale yellow spore powder scattered around.

This familiar look instantly reminded Zhou Qian of his experience when he was digging the vegetable garden.

Because I was not prepared to step on the soil barefoot, I had to wash off the mud, dust and everything wrapped in the ivy when I went back at night!
He instantly laughed out of anger!

Although the mutant spores saved his life, he had not forgotten how he had been walking along with heavy legs since early this morning, and how he felt it was more strenuous than usual!
So when he was resting last night, his well-behaved prosthetic limb had its own ideas?

Update 2, good night. I can't finish writing next page, I'll update next page three times tomorrow.