Parasitic Vine Tadpole

Lan Fuyou assigned half of his team to watch over the five unconscious scouts.

These people were still shaken by Nanzhi's earlier words, yet they dared not disobey Lan Fuyou in case he decided to abandon them here. After all, they had no abilities to protect themselves.

Sometime past midnight, while almost everyone was fast asleep, one of the people on standby noticed movement from one of the unconscious figures on the makeshift beds.

"Huh?" He stood up abruptly, rubbing his eyes as he peered through the dim light.

The room was illuminated by a single flickering candle. He grabbed it from the stand and approached the nearest unconscious figure—a man in a blue shirt beneath a black jacket.

But nothing seemed amiss. The man was still lying there, eyes closed, unmoving. Perhaps it was just his imagination.