After having a generous and fresh lunch.
Wang Wutian specially called Wen Simin and Chen Yao and asked them, mother and daughter, to go out with him.
After leaving the courtyard gate and not walking more than a few dozen meters, the three of them came to the hillside behind. This was once the farmland of the village, filled with wheat, corn, sweet potatoes and other crops.
But now, it is covered with all kinds of strange and strange plants.
Plant leaves of different colors, mist as thin as white gauze, and colorful flowers all together render this place as beautiful as a fairy tale dream world.
The only thing that makes people feel a little awkward is that there is a big dirt bag in this area.
It looks like a tomb.
"Brother Wutian, why did you ask my mother and I to come here?" Chen Yao looked at the scene in front of her, full of doubts in her heart.
Wen Simin, on the other hand, stared blankly at the big dirt bag not far in front of her. A flash of inspiration flashed in her mind, as if she wanted to understand something, and she asked in disbelief: "Xiaotian, this... here
not……?!"
"Aunt Wen, this is the resting place I recently found for Uncle Chen." Wang Wutian turned around, looked at the tomb that had been piled up for a few days, and simply explained: "The reason why I didn't notify you and
Yaoyao, firstly, when I came here, there were some minor dangers that needed to be dealt with, and secondly, Uncle Chen’s appearance at that time, um... was a bit unsightly."
"In order to prevent any bad accidents, I will bury Uncle Chen's body alone first."
He spoke words in his mouth, and at the same time raised his right hand, releasing his energy and gathering his energy into a blade.
He casually chopped off a branch from a nearby thick tree, quickly pared it, and made a simple wooden tombstone. He turned around and handed the blank wooden tombstone to Wen Simin.
He took out a small piece of chalk from his trouser pocket and handed it to Chen Yao.
"Tomorrow morning, we will leave here."
"The situation in the outside world is unclear, and the road ahead for me is unknown. Let's go and say goodbye. Maybe none of us will come back here again. Before leaving, let Uncle Chen's family say goodbye to him and help Uncle Chen make arrangements in advance with his own hands.
A tombstone."
Wang Wutian turned around, looked at Chen Yao and Wen Simin who were already crying, and said in a deep voice: "I will stay nearby to create a safe environment for you."
"Xiaotian, thank you!" Wen Simin cried while holding back the sadness in her heart.
Next to her, Chen Yao was already kneeling on the ground, her eyes red from crying.
Wang Wutian opened his mouth, but after all he said nothing more. He sighed lightly, then took a few steps back, turned around and jumped up among the branches, overlooking the surrounding scene from a high position to prevent some snakes, insects, rats, and ants from running over.
The white mist, as white as a gauze, hides everyone's figures, making people feel as if they are in heaven.
But with his ears, he could clearly hear the bursts of painful and sad cries coming from the mist, which made people cry and feel sad.
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Tens of minutes later.
Chen Yao helped Wen Simin out, still wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers as she walked.
And Wang Wutian's figure also appeared at the right time. He looked at the two people's eyes that were red from crying, suppressed their sad expressions, remained silent for a while, and comforted in a low voice: "Aunt Wen, Yaoyao, please forgive me, don't
Being too sad hurts your body.”
"I guess Uncle Chen has a spirit in heaven, and he doesn't want to see you like this."
"The dead have passed away, and the living must also survive."
"Well, thank you, Brother Wutian, I will live well, just as if I live together for my father." Chen Yao whispered, but her eyes still couldn't hide the sadness and pain, and there was a deep feeling of sadness and pain in her eyes.
thoughts.
The whole person seemed listless.
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As night fell, everyone stayed together to rest after dinner.
The candidates for the night watch are two male evolutions, Zhongli Hongyi and Wang Wutian. Each of them takes turns to watch the midnight hours and take turns to rest while the others sleep safely to ensure a good mental state after hitting the road the next day.
One night is fleeting.
When the sky was still dark, Wang Wutian said hello to Zhongli Hongyi, and then went out alone. With his superb and experienced hunting methods, he caught two gray rabbits and came back.
Rabbits are ordinary rabbits, neither evolvers among animals nor monsters among animals.
It's just that the size is a bit scary. It's comparable to an adult Tibetan Mastiff, especially the long, furry legs at the back that are as thick as an adult's thighs, and the muscular posture, like a bodybuilder's.
Wang Wutian has no doubt that these rabbit legs can kick an ordinary person to death if they kick them hard.
"Animals have become so large that the oxygen concentration in the forest will never be low."
"I don't know if my parents can withstand this level of oxygen given their aging physical condition."
Wang Wutian sighed secretly, but the movements of his hands were not slow.
Peel off the skin of the rabbit, throw away the internal organs, wash it briefly, run it through water, chop it into pieces and throw it into the water. Sprinkle the ginger, garlic and chopped green onion, start to make rabbit soup over a fire, and prepare for breakfast before setting off on the road.
Du Yingying, Du Yue and others took out the thick clothes they had prepared before and the simple boots made by sewing, and each of them had a set. They could not only withstand the coldness in the forest, but also act as a shield when attacked.
A layer of unloading simple armor.
The long-tube structure of the boots also prevents certain poisonous insects, rats, and ants in the forest from getting into the clothes through the ankles to a certain extent.
Each person also has one weapon, which is stuck on the side of the thigh. Its size and shape are similar to a butcher's knife.
Great for chopping hard.
Those special drinks that replenished cell vitality and mental strength were put into a previously cleaned pesticide box at home by Wang Wutian, ready to be carried by Yan Mengji later.
The food eaten on the road during the day was sealed in clay balls, put in a backpack, and handed to Zhongli Hongyi on his back.
Everyone else will travel lightly.
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After a quick breakfast.
Wang Wutian, with a knife on his side and a spear in his hand, walked at the front to clear the way. Yan Mengji was in the middle of the team, and Zhongli Hongyi was in charge of the end. The rest were interspersed among the three people and were protected.
After leaving the courtyard gate, he glanced at the people who were really willing to come, and a kind smile appeared on Wang Wutian's lips.
He whispered to Chen Yao and others: "You guys wait for me here, I'll go collect a debt."
Then in the blink of an eye, Wang Wutian's figure disappeared into the thick fog, and he rushed directly into the homes of the remaining people who had not come, beating them all to death, leaving no one alive.
In his opinion.
In this situation of lack of food, giving them food to survive is equivalent to saving their lives.
Then if he takes back his own things, it will be equivalent to killing their whole family.
Chapter completed!