The rain has stopped, and the air on the coconut tree slope is filled with dampness, with a faint smell of blood, and a thin stream of clear water flows down the slightly steep slope.

The death toll was quickly told, and a total of 67 people died in the three villages under the attack of the drill worm and the rain blood moth.

Hearing this statistic, the warrior talismans of the three villages were silent.

"It's just that so few people died, and that's already a good result. Master Liu of Hidden Belly Village rubbed his frowning eyebrows and said, "This time it's thanks to Captain Zhou." ”

Liu Fushi looked at Zhou Fan when he said this, with a look of surprise in his eyes, he could throw such a lethal force from the coconut tree, and this explosive power was beyond his imagination.

The rest of the people also looked at Zhou Fan, and they had similar thoughts to Master Liu Fu.

If it weren't for Zhou Fan's throwing coconut wood to fight back against the rain blood moths, making those rain blood moths jealous and giving them a chance to breathe, the consequences would have been even more serious.

Zhou Fan's strength was beyond their imagination.

"It's my job. Zhou Fan said calmly.

"Now that the rain has stopped, hurry up and pack up and hit the road, don't delay here. Master Huang said.

The rest nodded in response.

The rain had already delayed the migration procession, and if it continued like this, they would not be able to reach the ruler road on the bank of the Jiwei River before dark, and they would probably need to spend the night in the non-ruler road.

No one wants to spend the night in the wilderness of a non-ruler road, the risk is too great.

In order to set off as soon as possible, the dead could only be buried on the spot, and after a hasty memorial service, they set off.

The migratory convoy continued to walk through the coconut groves, and some of the cows, horses and donkeys were killed by the rain moth, and the wagons or donkeys had to rely on manpower to push and pull, but fortunately there were enough manpower to slow down the progress.

The real trouble is the dead members of the escort team, more than a dozen of the dead are members of the escort team of the three villages, and the lack of team members makes the talisman warriors can only continue to forcibly recruit young and strong villagers to join the escort team among the villagers.

But these people are untrained, and in a hurry, they can only do simple tasks to maintain order.

After the new rain in the empty mountain, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, the hot sun returned, and the yellow coconut leaves on the slopes and the water droplets accumulated on the weeds were reflected by the golden light.

There was a fresh smell everywhere, and the low and oppressive atmosphere of the migration team was also slightly diluted by the new scene after the rain.

In order to hurry, the migrants had to move much faster, and at last they crossed half of the coconut tree slope and continued on the meadow as the sun set, and soon they saw a river in the distance that was no more than three feet wide.

A few dozen meters back from the river, there was a red black path that meandered down with it, no more than five feet wide, paved with black gravel.

The black gravel is the Heiyang Stone Ruler Road, and the river flow is naturally the Jiwei River.

They finally arrived, and many of them had a rare smile on their faces, and they were the first hurdle in the wilderness.

The migratory procession stepped into the footwalk, and the people felt a sense of safety returning.

At the head or tail of the path, the migratory procession stopped and set up camp.

The guards and drums of the three villages stood on the ground for a moment, first of all, the charmers went to test the river here, and after confirming that there was no problem, the people of the three villages began to get busy, chopping wood and carrying water......

Cooking smoke rises, and the camp becomes lively and lively.

Zhou Fan patrolled around with a team of escorts, watching this scene quietly, he knew that people did not forget those dead people and those sad things so quickly, but hid them in the bottom of their hearts.

When it was time to start eating, Xiaoyanagi ran to call Zhou Fan, and her smile had regained on her face, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong.

After the meal, the warriors all took advantage of this spare time to gather together and discuss the next journey.

"Tomorrow we will be able to walk this ruler road in one more day, there should be no big problem tomorrow, the key is the white-haired grass the day after tomorrow!" Zhang Fushi of Mangniu Village said.

Tomorrow they will once again set foot in the wilderness where there is no ruler road, and as long as they cross the white-haired meadow, there will be a ruler road that leads to the burning valley where they are going!

"The white-haired meadow shouldn't be a big problem, I've been to that place a few times before, and there are no too big weird people living in that place. The Di Fu Master of Hidden Belly Village thought for a moment.

The powerful weirdness in the mouth of Di Fu Shi refers to the weirdness above the blood tour, there are too many types of white and black tours, and the white and black tours will not be considered at all when walking in the wild, because you may encounter white or black tours anywhere.

Some of the Bloodswim Monsters like to run around, but others like to occupy a place and use it as their own domain, and if someone or a powerful monster invades its realm, there will be a fight until one of them is expelled or killed.

The human route in the wild is to deliberately avoid areas that might be regarded as the domain of the strange, and the same is true for the migration of migratory teams.

"The most recent one of us in the white-haired meadow is Brother Song, but that was more than a year ago, and no one dares to guarantee that this place will not be occupied by some strange monster during this time. Master Zhang of the Hidden Belly Village shook his head.

"We'll have to go and see it first, and if there's a tricky monster that can't take over that place, we'll have to take a detour. ”

"It's going to take another day to get around the white-haired grass and go through another footpath. ”

Everyone was talking, most of them were talking about it, and Zhou Fan, the warriors of the Low Hill Plains, occasionally interjected to say a few words.

After reconfirming the route, the warriors separated and returned to their villages to prepare for the night.

The sun was setting towards the peaks, and everywhere it turned red.

As soon as Zhou Fan returned to the camp, Xiao Liu found him, looking at Zhou Fan with dark eyes under his slender willow eyebrows.

"Is there something wrong?" Zhou Fan saw that she didn't speak, so he asked himself.

"Can you come with me?" Koyanagi said softly, "Soon, it won't delay you too much." ”

Zhou Fan hesitated for a moment but nodded.

The two of them walked silently one after the other, the area covered by the guard drum was large enough, and with him following, even if it was far away from the camp, there would not be much of a problem.

Every time he faced Xiaoyanagi alone, the emotions in his heart were very complicated, and those past events seemed to be fleeting, seemingly far away from him, but they were biting him all the time.

Koyanagi finally stopped a foot away on the banks of the Jiwei River.

The dim red light reflected her face a little lonely.

Zhou Fan stood still and accompanied her to look at the smooth river.

The old man glanced at them, silently lowered his head and slowly gnawed the grass on the side, it did not like to eat grass leaves, but to clear its stomach, there are always things in the world that it does not like and has to do.

"Afan, I'm scared today. It wasn't until the remnant sun turned blood-red that Xiaoyanagi spoke, her voice a little hoarse.

Xiao Yanagi looked directly at the river that was dyed red by the remnant sun, the tears slid down her white cheeks like pearls with broken threads, the tip of her small nose was a little red, she sobbed a few times, and kept wiping her tears with her hands.

Zhou Fan was silent and did not respond, he just needed to be a listener, listening to Xiaoliu pour out the fear in his heart, she was just a girl who had never even stepped out of the village, even though she had heard the horror of the strange, but there were some things that she had not seen with her own eyes, and she could not understand its cruelty.

It wasn't until the tears stopped falling that she whispered, "Go back." ”

Zhou Fan smiled and hummed.

Xiao Yanagi may be afraid that her father and mother at home will worry, she is in a hurry and will soon be able to see the camp.

At this time, Xiao Liu stopped and turned to look at Zhou Fan, Remnant Yang turned his face orange-red, that face looked a little resolute, since he was injured, it really changed a lot, she almost couldn't recognize him.

Under the last rays of the sun, her willow eyebrows bent slightly, and she smiled beautifully: "Afan, when you get to the new village, I will steal the sweet wine that my father hid for you to drink." ”

After Xiao Liu finished speaking, he walked away quickly without waiting for Zhou Fan to respond.

Zhou Fan was stunned, he didn't understand why he suddenly said that he wanted to invite him to drink sweet wine, he didn't think much about turning around and patrolling.

Night is approaching, camping not far from the river, and the guards are naturally vigilant against the Jiwei River.

Zhou Fan was on duty for the first half of the night, and the first half of the night was uneventful, and after the change of duty, he found a quiet place to drink a sip of cold flame wine and practice the hot yang qi before continuing to rest and sleep.

Gray River Space.

As soon as he appeared on the familiar ship, Zhou Fan searched for the figure of the fog.

He wanted to know how many gray worms he had now, there were at least forty drill worms and rain blood moths he had killed today, these were all black swim-level monsters, so he should have accumulated a lot of gray worms.

But the fog was not there, Zhou Fan hesitated, but decided not to call the fog out.

In that kind of environment outside, it was impossible for him to fish, nor could he exchange it for the anti-Duan Gong method with the fog, and he didn't have time to cultivate, so he could only wait until he arrived in the Burning Valley to think about these things.

If you call out the fog just to see the number of gray worms, it will most likely anger him.

Zhou Fan could only pick up the heavy knife on the ground and continue to cultivate, and after his strength reached 20,000 catties, this heavy knife was naturally increased accordingly.

However, under his cultivation during this time, he felt that his basic sword skills seemed to have come to a standstill, and his progress was not as rapid as it was at the beginning.

But the cultivation of basic sword skills is a matter of water grinding after all, Zhou Fan reined in his mind, and waved the heavy knife in his hand with a knife.

It was only after hearing the noise outside that he left the Gray River space.

Early in the morning the camp went from quiet to noisy.

The night was uneventful, only a few scattered black monsters tried to storm the camp, and under the leadership of the warriors, they successfully exterminated them.

After a short period of noisy and chaotic time, the procession was reorganized and the fourth day began.

Even though they knew that the danger on the ruler road would be much smaller, the guards still maintained their due vigilance, after all, they were still in the wild.

It wasn't until the afternoon that someone in the escort noticed a chill rising from the Jiwei River not far away.