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It seems that the comfort strategy given by the doctor is really effective!

348 Possible Plague

Those branches as thick as wrists were nothing in the face of purity. The road was opened easily, but it only alarmed the natives of the forest.

But he dismissed those things effortlessly.

It looked at another fallen opponent, silently wiped the bone nails stained with mud, turned around and left without hesitation, and returned to the team.

It knelt on one knee facing the ghost and dutifully reported what it had discovered.

"This forest and those creatures have a strange, sickening smell."

The ghost looked at Chunzhuo with some confusion. It saw that the other party wanted to say something that it didn't want to know at all, so it decisively raised the sign and pointed at Tony Stark.

You can look for it in battles and for delicious food, but it’s better to ignore this kind of thing!

[Go find him]

Chunchun nodded and stood up and left without hesitation.

Tony Stark, who was happily watching the fun, saw the other party gradually walking towards him and silently increased the power of the flame thruster.

This way you can be taller than the other person.

He glanced contentedly between the other person and himself, nodding slightly.

"Is something wrong?"

He deliberately tightened his expression and tried to use his acting skills to make himself look less weird. Unfortunately, Tony Stark really had no talent for acting. Maybe he had some talent in the past, but now he was used to being lawless and never needed to act, so he couldn't even remember such a passive ability.

So Tony Stark was completely unaware that his face was almost as stretched as a salted fish with its belly facing up.

Fortunately, no one here cares about this, so no one reminds me.

"plague."

Pure speech is always straightforward. When it said these two words, it paused slightly for a moment, as if emphasizing the tone.

"What?" Tony Stark, who had been nonchalant and had a stern face just now, immediately broke down after hearing these two words.

What a joke! Almost everyone in the chat group was extremely wary of these two words.

After all, the ghost also said that their world had suffered from a plague and brought irreparable damage, not to mention the Doctor's world. Until now, the progress of the antidote is still very slow. If he hadn't made some changes to himself, he said he really felt that his hair was going to fall out.

The world of cell people is also plagued by rampant diseases. The pictures sent by ghosts alone are so cruel that people cannot close their eyes. Even the doctor couldn't help sighing after seeing them.

The world on Sunflower's side could barely be considered the result of an epidemic. Even the newcomer who claimed to be in charge had revealed that their world was suffering from something similar to a plague.

Basically, all the worlds that suffered from the plague ended up in a terrible state, which was far worse than those of the few that lived in peace and tranquility. Even Wilson felt that if he were asked to choose a place to live between the Terra continent and his own island called Famine, he would 100% choose Famine Island.

"Compared to all that damned intrigue, worrying about becoming a persecuted oripath, or worrying about facing all those messy infections, anyway, maybe my words are a bit messy, but I think there's nothing wrong with Don't Starve Island besides being a little smaller. Plus, there are plenty of people to chat with now. I didn't have much social interaction back home anyway. Although it's said that everyone fears loneliness and can't survive on their own, I don't think society and socializing are the same thing. There's no need to rely on society. Just having friends is enough."

He still remembers Wilson's answer, so when he heard the news, he couldn't help but worry about this world, and he felt extremely worried about this world that didn't seem so bad.

"Did you say you discovered the plague? Where did you find it? Do you have any samples? Just give the samples to me directly." Tony Stark asked very quickly. Although he still had hostility towards the other party, he was never vague on such principled and critical issues.

"Forest, this forest." It was impossible to be sure whether it was a plague or not, because the properties they showed were very different, but the only commonality was the disgusting infectiousness, which corroded the spirit and even the body of living things in every possible way.

Tony Stark froze for a moment. He couldn't help but raise his hand, then abruptly stopped it in mid-air. After a moment, he pointed at the vast forest. "You said this entire area is infected!!!!"

Just nodded without thinking.

Tony Stark gasped and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

The commotion on Tony Stark's side was so loud that everyone was attracted over.

"What's wrong?" As the only person at the scene who had some common sense and could offer some advice, and was familiar with Tony Stark, Kong consciously walked over, stuffed an apple into the person's hand, and patted the person on the shoulder. God knows how much food Kong had in his backpack, but Barbatos and the others probably couldn't eat it all.

"Plague." Tony Stark reached out to take the apple with a sullen face.

Kong seemed to be frightened by these two words. His hand shook and the apple fell to the ground. Two small nanorobots immediately crawled down from the armor on Tony Stark's arm, picked up the apple, cleaned it, and dutifully returned it to Tony Stark's hand.

"Are you kidding? That won't happen in this world." Kong was halfway through his words, but Tony Stark could guess that he was probably referring to the world of the Cell People. After all, he didn't know if the psychological trauma left by those pictures had disappeared by now.

"It shouldn't." Tony Stark shook his head. The two small robots that had just finished their work hurriedly flew into the woods and collected samples from the surroundings. More small robots flew out of Tony Stark's armor in a tight and orderly manner. The floating mobile platform that was originally used for standing and resting made a clicking sound and began to reorganize at an incredible speed.

A simple laboratory began to appear in front of Tony Stark.

"This should have just started. Otherwise, Little Red Riding Hood wouldn't have come to us for help just now. And the things that were revealed before didn't mention the plague or anything like that. It should have just started."

Tony Stark repeated it again, not knowing whether he was comforting the other person or himself.

"Besides, we're here too. Don't forget, haven't the chat groups created and changed enough miracles? So, cheer up, man."

After Tony Stark finished saying this, he picked up the apple in his hand and took a big bite. It was sweet and crispy. He seemed to have thought of something, stopped what he was doing, and looked back into the air.

"By the way, did you give this apple to the ghost?"

349 Today’s Doctor is also very autistic

The dark forest was not silent. Thanks to Kong's enthusiasm, the only sounds in this huge group were crisp crunching sounds. Even Green found it difficult to turn a cold face and ignore the blond boy with a gentle smile. In addition, the ghost was also happily holding a bunch of apples, so Green had no reason to refuse.

Tony Stark quickly finished his apple in two bites, threw the core into the pure silver nanorobots, one of which was not much bigger than a thumb, and continued to discuss policy with the doctor.

The two people communicated quickly. After all, they knew too little at the moment, and Tony Stark's analysis might not work. God knew whether these two exactly the same worlds would be completely different in some places, and then all existing systems would be overturned.

Therefore, even if some results have been obtained, they can only be regarded as a rough conclusion, not a definite conclusion.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: We have discussed the general situation. If you have any new discoveries, please remember to tell me. I may not be able to reply you at night, but I will definitely remember to check the messages.

The doctor got down decisively after saying this because he had heard the familiar voice. He didn't even need the other person to speak. He could already tell who it was from the footsteps and the sound of the door opening.

At this moment, he was lowering his head as if reading a book spread out on the textbook.

"PhD."

It was a very gentle and lovely voice, but it made the doctor's hair stand on end. His expression changed unpredictably from pain to relief. It was as if he had gone through a struggle before he slowly raised his head, trying his best to show a gentle, brilliant and extremely perfect smile.

"Furong, you're here?"

The tone was so gentle and perfect, without a single flaw to be found.

That’s right, the person who came was Furong. She was holding something covered with a black cloth. She had a cheerful and generous smile on her face and put the thing down generously.

"Doctor, I have a great nutritious meal for today! I've even improved on the last one. I'll definitely take full responsibility for your health, Doctor!"

The doctor still looked calm and composed as he said thank you with a smile. However, where Furong couldn't see, the hand behind his back was shaking as if it had a motor.

Furong turned away, satisfied. Just before closing the door, she turned back, smiling gently, and looked at the man. "Doctor, don't be as willful as some of the other operators and waste my kindness. If you do, I'll be furious."

After saying that, the door closed.

The doctor was left alone to face the strange dish.

He calmly lifted the black cloth, opened the box, and looked at the strange and bizarre dishes inside with an expression of heroic sacrifice.

God knows why this thing made him lose all his sanity. God knows why this thing tasted so bad that his physical fitness was as thin as paper. He vaguely remembered that the first time he tasted it, he almost couldn't keep his gentle expression, and then he fell to the ground, looking up at the ceiling, wondering: Who am I? Where am I? What should I do? These are the three great mysteries of life.

But he finally remembered the other person's expectant expression, and finally softened his heart and forced himself to drink it. As a result, just this one time, Furong completely became attached to him. Not to mention sending him a meal every day, at least she would send him a nutritious meal every few days...

He took the nutritional meals out for inspection, and it turned out that they were indeed nutritious and had no shortcomings except that they were extremely unpalatable.

Being able to make food so unpalatable is a kind of talent.

Although he complained in his heart, he still stubbornly took the fork, rolled up all the salad in one go, put it into his mouth, and then poured it gloriously on the table.

There was no other way. He had seen Furong's sad expression every time she was rejected for a nutritious meal, and it was really hard for him to refuse.

He didn't want to disappoint anyone's kindness. This was the doctor's last thought before he fell into a coma.

"Found it." Little Red Riding Hood suddenly stopped, squatted on the ground, and turned over the soil with her gloved hands without any disgust.

"What did you find?" Tony Stark paused, looking at the person in surprise. He suddenly remembered that neither side had communicated much at the beginning of this mission, except for introducing themselves. The mission objective was also vague, resulting in everyone wandering around the forest based on the inaccurate directions given by Little Red Riding Hood. "Wait, Little Red... uh, I think you should explain things more clearly. You can't leave us like headless flies, right? By the way, can you tell me your name? I can't keep calling you Little Red Riding Hood."

Tony Stark usually doesn't worry about what to call her, but after all, she is a girl, and it coincides with the fairy tale in their place, so it always feels wrong to call her that.

Little Red Riding Hood brushed the sticky dirt off her hands and was silent for a moment.

"Hope."

She paused for a moment and repeated it again. "Hope, this is my last name. You can call me that."

"Okay, Miss Hope, can you tell me what you are tracking?" Tony Stark looked at her with a smile and used a respectful term in a slightly teasing manner. Unfortunately, Little Red Riding Hood seemed to be unaware of this. She just raised her hand and looked at the wolf hair that was tightly pinched, and answered to herself.

"A werewolf, very strong." After saying this, she flicked the wolf hair on her hand and without thinking, chased in the same direction as before. Before she had taken two steps, she paused again. "I want to challenge him alone, and I will definitely win this time."

Little Red Riding Hood held a peculiar expansion card in her hand, a card with a gold background and black silk inlaid. This kind of card usually consumes a lot of her physical strength. Compared with the other two types of cards, this one consumes the most.

The card face is still beautiful and lifelike.

It was engraved with "Glory of the Knights", and the people drawn on the picture would probably be recognized by Ghost and Tony Stark as the group of neatly dressed and uniformed knights.

This card gave her great courage, even if it meant draining her strength. She would have to hide aside for a long time to recover her strength.

Werewolf?

Tony Stark couldn't help but think of the wolf in the classic fairy tale. If it really was that wolf, then Little Red Riding Hood's only relative might have died.

Tony Stark blurted out his thoughts mid-sentence. "Okay, revenge? I understand. I'll have a line of nanobots cheering you on."

350 Fallen Werewolf

This was the second time Little Red Riding Hood came here. The last time, her body dyed the land red. She didn't remember the intense pain clearly. Was it that her chest was pierced or her head was smashed? Little Red Riding Hood thought about it for a while and then stopped thinking about it.

But this time, the opponent's blood will dye this place red.

As for Tony Stark, who was glared at by the other party for saying the wrong thing, he inexplicably reached a high degree of unity with a certain lazy skeleton, namely Shans. Both of them lay on the flying machine and rested peacefully, and perhaps Barbatos should be added to the mix.

Barbatos said righteously, "Slacking off is contagious. I can't resist it." Then he lay down with a calm face.

The ghost was still chewing on the apple, Pure and Green just stood stubbornly beside the ghost, and Sora was helping Klee remove the stubborn garbage that kept clinging to her head.

The supervisor stood calmly a little further away, looking at the group of people who seemed to be on tour.

Except for the aggressive Little Red Riding Hood, the others are simply out of tune with this cruel forest. They are so leisurely and comfortable that there is no sense of tension at all.

But Little Red Riding Hood didn't care. Compared to the last time when time was tight, this time she had much more time, and all the extra time was bought for her by them. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to get here so easily and easily through almost the entire dark forest.

Little Red Riding Hood has never been a greedy person, she has already received enough help.

Little Red Riding Hood has an average memory, but she remembers some key points very well. It's not because she is gifted, but because she works hard enough. Otherwise, she wouldn't be able to move around the town so smoothly.

The tree looked very familiar. She knew that behind this tree she could see the werewolf hiding and resting, so she took out five similar cards without hesitation. They were all silver-white swords. That was her most commonly used means of attack. Although the deterrent power was insufficient, the consumption was also close to zero.

The werewolf, who was resting with his eyes closed under the tree, was trying hard to calm his restless nature. In fact, he had almost controlled it as he grew older, but the changes in the Black Forest made all his years of hard work go to waste. Not to mention being attacked, even in normal state, it was difficult for him to stay awake. He was always confused and clear-headed.

He subconsciously moved his ears and heard a faint sound coming from the bushes in the distance, but he waited for a while and there was no movement. Thinking it was those guys again, he closed his eyes and continued to rest.

The next moment, a sound so sharp that it almost cut through the air suddenly rang out.

The werewolf who was originally resting reacted immediately. He didn't even stand up, but rolled to the side directly.

But it was still too late.

The silver sword was instantly blurred in the dark forest. If it weren't for the werewolf's excellent night vision, he might not even be able to see where the attack came from.

What's more, Little Red Riding Hood's preemptive sneak attack reduced his reaction time to almost nothing.

Five common swords pierced his body fiercely. He coughed up blood violently. A large amount of blood poured onto the sword and stained it, and then dripped to the ground as the common swords disappeared.

The intense pain almost took over his entire body and mind, but he still supported his body and stood up, staring at the direction of the attack.

Little Red Riding Hood's figure slowly emerged from behind the tree. Looking at the familiar face, the werewolf opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

But Little Red Riding Hood didn't give him any time to hesitate or be dazed. The fireball, as hot as a meteor, hit the place where he was standing with extraordinary decisiveness.

Little Red Riding Hood knew very well that the injuries she had just caused, though horrific, were actually meaningless. They were just minor scratches, and the other party would probably recover quickly without even leaving a scar. At most, a few hairs would be shaved off.

Fortunately, she had more than just those cards in her hand. Compared to her previous journeys where she would use up most of the cards on the road, she was in pretty good shape now. She was even confident that she could keep the last card hidden.

When the werewolf, covered in flames, pushed through the smoke and ran towards her on all fours with firm steps, she decisively threw out a bottle of green potion.

The sporadic flames were immediately extinguished, but at the same time, a large amount of white smoke and sizzling sounds came out of the werewolf's body.

A large amount of skin was corroded and the hair was dissolved, revealing the tender flesh underneath.

The intense pain made the werewolf lose his composure for a moment, and even his attacks became unstable.

The sharp claws brushed against Little Red Riding Hood's face and hit her body. Fresh red blood oozed out of her face, but Little Red Riding Hood had already blocked it in advance without changing her expression.