When a group of people walked into Hua Village, what they saw was a mess. Destroyed wooden houses and scattered haystacks could be seen everywhere. Some places were even stained with mottled blood that had dried not long ago. There was no doubt that this place had been damaged not long ago.
attacked.
"I hope this well is clean. I'm dying of thirst." The short man noticed the ancient well in the village and ran over quickly.
The short man poked his head towards the dark well mouth, thinking about how to get water, when suddenly a face emerged from the well, almost touching the short man's face.
"Fuck!"
Both of them were startled. The short man sat down on the ground with a pop, and there was also a falling sound in the well.
Attracted by the movement here, everyone's eyes fell on the short man who fell in front of the ancient well. Looking at this posture and the movement just now, it was not difficult for them to guess that there was someone in the well.
The young man who was frightened by the short man and fell into the well was fished out. The young man, who was all wet and like a drowned rat, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Qin Shaoqing and other living people.
"Hong Jun?" The strong man recognized the man's identity.
Hong Jun also recognized the strong man. "You are...oh, you are a seedling!"
"What happened to your village? Why can't you see anyone? Also, do you know where all the people from Yangyang Village have gone?" Fang Youmiao asked.
"I don't know where you people from Yangyang Village have gone, but the people in our village are hiding at the bottom of the well. I have to go down first to say hello so that everyone can come out and breathe." Hong Jun said.
Not long after, villagers climbed out of the ancient well one after another. About a hundred people gathered around the well, as if they were afraid of something and did not dare to leave the area.
When he saw Zhang Xiaohou and Su Xiaoluo crawling out of the well at the same time, Qin Shaoqing's mouth curved slightly. If he remembered correctly, Zhang Xiaohou was pretending to have amnesia at this time.
Since the younger brother has his own ideas, as the older brother, he naturally has to "cooperate". As for whether he can do what he wants to do, it is just a matter of training. Anyway, if anything goes wrong, the sky will fall.
It's all on his shoulders.
Following Su Xiaoluo, Zhang Xiaohou turned a blind eye and walked towards Qin Shaoqing, as if they were strangers who had never met before.
"Xiao Hou, don't you recognize me?" Qin Shaoqing raised his hand and put it on Xiao Hou's shoulder.
Hearing Qin Shaoqing's words, Su Xiaoluo felt happy and said in a somewhat excited tone: "Do you know him??"
Zhang Xiaohou just looked at Qin Shaoqing, with a look of confusion in his eyes except for the guilt hidden in the deepest part.
"It's okay!" Qin Shaoqing patted Xiao Hou on the shoulder and said meaningfully.
…
The early morning sunlight was obscured by clouds, making the village look a little dim.
Although the rain has stopped, the clouds have not dissipated and are still piling up over this place of Xianchi all day long.
Motivated by Xie Sang, the head of Huacun Village, the people of Huacun began to pack their bags and prepare to leave. However, not all villagers were willing to leave. Only about thirty people wanted to leave, and most of them were young people.
Asha Xinya and his two followers had no interest in the escort, so they said goodbye to Qin Shaoqing and others early and left.
"Shaoqing, Mengwei will take her leave now. We look forward to seeing you again!"
Asha Xinya had a strong premonition that she and the mysterious man in front of her would meet again soon.
“See you later!”
Qin Shaoqing looked at Asha Xinya's leaving figure, and his peripheral vision inadvertently swept across a certain location outside the village.
"Is it a coincidence, or..."
In a secret place outside Huacun, a masked man in a gray robe noticed Qin Shaoqing's fleeting gaze, and his eyes suddenly shrank.
…
"The village is no longer safe, are you still planning to stay here and wait to die?" Su Xiaoluo asked angrily.
"Yes, we have lost the blessing of the Well Water God." A young man named Gouzi agreed.
"We won't leave."
"It takes at least two days to walk from here to the ancient capital, and you have to spend two nights outside. This is no different from dying." The stubborn villagers were unwilling to leave.
Su Xiaoluo continued to persuade unwillingly: "Xiao Hou's friends will escort us to the ancient capital..."
"It's just a few little dolls, how can we deal with them..."
"This is their own decision. No amount of persuasion is of any use. If you want to leave, take Huiguan and meet at the entrance of the village. We will set off in ten minutes!" Village Chief Xie Sang decided decisively.
…
The villagers in Huacun were all in good physical condition and had walked a lot of distance during the day. But when the sky gradually became dark, everyone could not help but raise their voices.
Night has come, and most of the villagers gathered around Xie Sang, Hong Jun, Su Xiaoluo and Zhang Xiaohou. Obviously, compared to Qin Shaoqing and others, they are more trusted by these people because they know everything.
"Little brother, there are so many people here. If you are attacked by the undead, if you are unlucky, the scene may be more terrifying than when the corpse general summoned the rotten corpses. Please tell me first, how strong you are, let me
I can feel more at ease." The short man approached Qin Shaoqing and asked in a low voice.
"Do your own thing!" Qin Shaoqing replied expressionlessly.
Knowing that Qin Shaoqing would not tell him, the short man immediately curled his lips, he knew how to pretend to be cold.
"No...it seems they have no intention of attacking us." At this moment, the short man noticed that the few carrion corpses that had just climbed out of the ground completely ignored them, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's strange. There is obviously no problem with the blessing of the Well Water God, but why was the village attacked by so many undead that day?" Su Xiaoluo asked about the undead attacking the village a few days ago.
"Is it possible that only those undead are mutated? If so, it would be meaningless for us to move away from the village and go to the ancient capital." Hong Jun said.
…
It was a peaceful night, and the large army was not attacked by any undead. After the sun drove away the darkness that enveloped the earth, everyone took a short rest and continued on their way, trying to get to the ancient capital as soon as possible, just in case.
The second night was still spent peacefully. At this time, the main force was less than a day's journey from the ancient capital.
Since it was daytime, the group of people walked more scatteredly. At this moment, the short man turned around inadvertently and found that Qin Shaoqing, who was walking at the back of the group, seemed to be leaving the group.
"Little brother, what are you going to do?"
"It has nothing to do with you, just keep on your way!" Qin Shaoqing glanced at the short man indifferently.
As soon as the words fell, Qin Shaoqing's figure disappeared from the place with a flash of silver light.
"I'll go, high-level space system, I'm so jealous!"
When the others heard the short man's words, they couldn't help but turn their heads, but they only saw the short man and the fleeting silver light beside him.