"Is this the Dead Lotus disease? Is there a way to cure it?" A warrior whose face turned blue and black shouted anxiously, looking at a strange warrior familiar with the likes of the Wulianjun.

"In half an hour, we only have half an hour to survive. After being cursed by the King of Wu Lian, we have never lived for more than half an hour." The warrior who was familiar with King of Wu Lian, shouted wildly.

The nineteen people on the water made wailing, fear or crazy screams, and they were still in an unacceptable state.

No one wants to die, so they are in a state of mental breakdown.

Zhou Fan looked at the nineteen blood-transforming warriors at the same level as him in silence. He did not approach him rashly, but stood in his original position. The Death Lotus disease should not be contagious, but he had to maintain a cautious attitude.

"There is no cure, no cure to relieve it, terminal illness." Someone murmured to himself.

A warrior with a somewhat short figure suddenly looked at Zhou Fan.

Zhou Fan had already let the purple gold armor cover his whole body at the moment when he was relieved of the Death Lotus disease.

"No, no, I remember he seemed to have cured the Death Lotus disease." The short warrior pointed at Zhou Fan and shouted sharply.

Just now, when he was panicked and afraid, he glanced at Zhou Fan's direction and saw it. At first, he had the disease of Death Lotus because he was cursed and did not come back to his senses. Now, he came back to his senses a little and remembered this.

After he said this, several warriors spoke.

"I seem to see it too."

"I seem to have seen it."

The warriors who were in a panic and talking to themselves became quiet.

Nineteen warriors in the blood-changing stage stared at Zhou Fan, and their eyes showed a deep look of expectation.

"Brother Zhou, have you really got rid of the Death Lotus disease?" Wu Gaoxuan asked anxiously.

He is also suffering from the Death Lotus disease now, so he has no choice but to worry about this matter.

Zhou Fan remained silent.

"If not, remove your face armor and let's see." A warrior said in a deep voice.

Zhou Fan looked at the warriors whose emotions were mostly in a state of collapse as he looked from his mask.

They stared at Zhou Fan as if they had found a life-saving straw before drowning.

Zhou Fan was silent for a moment, and his purple-gold armor shrank one after another, revealing his face clearly.

All the warriors saw that there were no smoke patterns on his forehead, and their eyes became more and more crazy when they looked at him.

"Save me."

"Yes, save us."

"I am willing to give you everything. No matter you want money, materials, talismans or my martial arts and martial arts, I will give you all."

"I'm willing to give it to you, as long as you save me."

Everyone rushed to shout at Zhou Fan, but Zhou Fan gradually couldn't hear what they were saying.

Zhou Fan took a breath and said in a deep voice: "Shut up."

Nineteen people shut their mouths.

"I can't save you!" Zhou Fan said calmly.

"You lied, why can you save yourself and why can't you save us?"

"I've knelt down for you." Someone really bent his knees and knelt on the water, "As long as you save me, I'm willing to make a cow and a horse for you."

After he said that, he coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Death Lotus disease will make their strong bodies worse and worse until they die.

The nineteen people spoke in a verbal manner, and most of them thought Zhou Fan could save them.

"I used a precious talisman to relieve the Death Lotus disease, but I only have one such talisman." Zhou Fan said with a cold face.

"I advise you not to waste time on me. Now I will find a way, maybe it will be too late."

"It's too late. This is Ding District. Even if we abandon the boat and rush back to Tang Street with all our might, how much time will be left?"

"Besides, who can save us on Tang Street? This is the curse of the Black Evil-level Master Wulian."

Many people muttered to themselves in despair.

"It is your own business whether you can survive." Zhou Fan sighed.

First of all, it is daytime now. If he wants to dream in an instant, he has to ask for help from the Black Dragon. But even if the Black Dragon agrees to let him enter the gray river space by luck, he will not dare to take the risk of dreaming here.

Because it was too dangerous to enter a dream here, when the Lord of Wu Lian died, his companions would come over at any time.

He just wants to leave here as soon as possible.

The key is that these warriors have never known each other, and the only one with some friendship is Wu Gaoxuan.

But even Wu Gaoxuan is not worthy of his life to risk his rescue.

If these people dare to enter here, they should be in a good manner to face death.

"Now you can only save us, you are unwilling to save us." A warrior said with resentment in his eyes.

"We are willing to give you whatever you want, why don't you save us?" Another warrior shouted sharply.

"If you don't save us, then don't think about leaving here." Another warrior said with a calm face.

"Take a step back and say that I can save you, and I have no obligation to save you?" Zhou Fan's last sympathy completely disappeared. He said coldly: "Now get out of here, I'm leaving."

"Listen." The short warrior who first discovered that Zhou Fan had relieved Death Lotus disease pointed at Zhou Fan with his fingers, and his face twisted, "He admitted that he didn't want to save us. He must have the kind of talisman that can relieve Death Lotus disease."

"Let's kill him and find the talisman." A warrior had drawn out his long sword.

"Everyone goes together. No matter how powerful he is, he has already fought with the Lord of Wu Lian. How much true energy can he have in his body?" A warrior said insidiously, "If you kill him, you will have a chance to survive."

Zhou Fan showed a sneer on his face. He pulled out the rust knife with his right hand, held the giant knife that had been put back in his left hand, pointed at the nineteen people with the rust knife and said, "Come on if you are not afraid of death!"

Or the approaching death, the desire for survival made them braver and no longer afraid of Zhou Fan. They just stared at Zhou Fan coldly.

Among the nineteen people, fifteen people were holding various weapons such as swords, guns, swords, and rods. They began to stick the highest-level talismans on their bodies to their weapons.

The other four people took a few steps back with hesitation on their faces, including Wu Gaoxuan, who had a dull face.

The fifteen people did not look at the four people who retreated. Their eyes were filled with blood. They just wanted to take away all the things on Zhou Fan and find talismans or drugs that could relieve the disease of the Dead Lotus.

The silent and cold confrontation was just a blink of an eye, and some of the fifteen people shouted loudly, and the true energy in their bodies was thriving towards the weapons in their hands.

This loud shout was like a slogan of charging, and fifteen people rushed towards Zhou Fan like wolves and tigers.

The Death Lotus disease made them sick, but their true energy was still there, and they could still exert the strength they should have in the blood exchange section.
Chapter completed!