strictlysupreme Chapter 1089
Chapter 1089
Chapter 638 [Swamp Town] 25
The people in the swamp all thought that Feng Lan had fallen into an illusion, and they spoke less cautiously than before, and their casual and excited chat revealed a lot of information.
Until they walked into a place, all the swamp people stopped talking, and it was so quiet that only Feng Lan's breathing could be heard.
She felt herself being put down by the quiet swamp people, with a cold hard board beneath her. The next second, her hands and feet were tied with leather straps. The light was still dim, and the air was damp and cold, but there was not much fishy smell. Feng Lan guessed that she should be on an operating table.
Because she didn't know how smart Dr. Senweidai was, how many years he had been in the town, and what he had researched over the years, Feng Lan didn't even release her spiritual sense to observe the surroundings. She quietly waited for that person to appear.
Thanks to the swamp people who often tripped her up, Feng Lan did not lose her mind even when her sanity value dropped to the bottom.
"Drip-"
A beam of light scanned Feng Lan's entire body. The room became quiet. Feng Lan did not hear any footsteps or breathing. She guessed that either the person was not breathing, or there was someone in the room from the beginning.
The figure sitting in the corner carefully observed Feng Lan's data.
After a long time, his murmurs were heard in the room.
“It’s perfect data.”
Senweidai looked at Ava on the operating table with fiery eyes. This was the outsider with the most perfect numerical data he had ever seen.
"Are you still not awake? Emma." Senweidai sat down and looked at the unconscious Feng Lan. He tapped the chair with his slender fingers. "You are the 46th outsider to pretend to be unconscious."
He smiled, his voice as mellow as a cello, neither hurried nor slow. Even though the scan data was much higher than he expected, there was a high possibility of some minor accidents. "Your mental state is very high. Even if you fall into hallucinations twice a day for two days, it should be enough time for you to adapt to these gases and not lie on the operating table unconscious like those inferior products."
Feng Lan's current condition is not very good, at least not as good as Senweidai guessed. She closed her eyes, and in front of her eyes were all kinds of dancing little people. In addition to the voices of men, there were also women, children, and the elderly. They were all talking and arguing in her ears. There were also many strange-looking transparent people standing around her. They were not in the real dimension, but Feng Lan could feel that they were surrounding her, staring at her secretly.
Feng Lan has to distinguish which ones are real and which ones are false from these illusions, but to distinguish them she needs to listen and look carefully, but she cannot look too much or think too much, because once she starts thinking, her thoughts will continue to slide into an uncontrollable abyss.
But she couldn't show her weakness to others.
Feng Lan opened her eyes, broke free from the belts, and sat up from the operating table. Some of the liquid sprayed on her face by the swamp man had dried up, while some was still flowing slightly, emitting an unpleasant odor. She didn't even lift her eyelids, as if she had no nose. The next second, everything on her face disappeared, and her whole body was clean. Except for her pale face, she looked fine.
Feng Lan's body temperature rose for a moment. After clearing the things off her body, her eyes slowly regained clarity and she looked at the person sitting in the corner, her goal for entering the forest this time.
The upper body of the man in the corner was in the dark, and his face could not be seen clearly. All that could be seen were his two long legs crossed and relaxed on the chair. He did not look like an old man, nor did he look young. Judging from his voice, he was estimated to be between thirty and forty, but his actual age was uncertain.
The room was clean and cold, but unlike other places, it was not covered with moss, and the fishy smell was also very light. Feng Lan kept this in mind.
She didn't try to act like she was a master strategist. She sat on the operating table, feeling somewhat exhausted. After she recovered, she followed the man's gaze and looked at the person observing her in the corner. "What should I call you, Dr. Senweday? Or your own name?"