"Not right! Something's not right!"
Qin Shaofeng, who had been cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes. A bone-chilling feeling rose from the depths of his heart.
Having gone through countless brushes with life and death, he could be certain that death had already fixed its gaze upon him.
He abruptly leaped off the bed.
Cold sweat streamed down his forehead.
"Little brother, what happened?"
Just as Gusu Hanxing followed Qin Shaofeng off the bed, a graceful figure rushed in at once and stared at Qin Shaofeng as she questioned him.
Her expression was clearly filled with worry.
Yet Qin Shaofeng had already been awake for three days. Over those three days, everything he had done had made Gusu Hanxing clearly realize that he was guarding against this seemingly warm and friendly Elder Sister Tian Wuyun.
Tian Wuyun's concern inevitably made Gusu Hanxing's heart tremble slightly.
"Danger. Danger has appeared. I need to leave immediately—the farther I escape, the better." Qin Shaofeng breathed rapidly.
After three days, he had fully recovered, but Nannan on his shoulder still showed no sign of waking.
Originally, he had not been in much of a hurry to leave.
He had even attempted combat for a brief time that morning.
But at this moment, that feeling of death pressing down on him completely threw all his plans into disarray.
He knew very well that the change he had anticipated had arrived.
Once he truly knew that change had appeared, Qin Shaofeng felt not the slightest excitement—only endless terror.
"Leave? This is the Lost World. Those crawling creatures are everywhere. Where can you go?" Tian Wuyun frowned.
"Where can I go?"
Qin Shaofeng's brows drew tightly together as he forced himself to calm down.
He had originally believed that with the terrifying number of crawling creatures in this