Traveling through ancient times to survive

Zhao Qing and the other man rested for a while, and then approached the village at the foot of the mountain. Smoke rose from the village, and there were shadows moving around. Li Wu was about to step forward, but was stopped by Zhao Qing in time.

With Zhao Qing's keen eyesight, he had discovered that the village at the foot of the mountain had been simply renovated, and the materials for repairing the houses came from some houses that had been severely damaged by the flood.

"what happened?"

"Uncle, that person just now is not a villager from Dashan Village."

The two looked at each other, and it seemed that something had happened to the villager who had been separated from them.

"Uncle Li, let's split up and gather at our temporary residence on the mountain."

"Row."

Zhao Qing quietly walked around to the end of the village. The original house was still preserved, but a new owner moved in. Zhao Qing tiptoed into the house.

"Brother, it's time for dinner!" The man with sunken cheeks came out of the kitchen carrying a bowl of porridge.

Five skinny men, plus the man who cooked, sat at the dining table made of broken wooden boards. The six of them divided the food and ate it up voraciously.

"Brother, we don't have much food left. What should we do next?" the man who was cooking asked carefully.

The man sitting in the main seat had a serious expression on his face: "How many days will it be enough for us to eat?"

"It can only last for five days at most."

"Only five days? Well, let's gather some people tomorrow and try our luck in the mountains."

The five people dispersed, and the man who cooked put away the dishes and walked towards the kitchen. Zhao Qing climbed down from the beam and followed the man like a ghost.

After entering the kitchen, Zhao Qing knocked the man unconscious from behind. The man went limp and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground. Zhao Qing stretched out his feet and accurately caught all the bowls and chopsticks.

Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, Zhao Qing picked up the man and turned him out quietly. When they reached the outside of the village, the severe pain made the man wake up instantly.

"Who are you? What do you want to do? If you dare to hurt a hair on my head, our boss won't let you go!" The man who had just woken up threatened in a trembling voice!

"Really? I don't believe it."

Zhao Qing raised his leg and kicked the man, who was kicked two meters away. When he landed on the ground, dust splashed all over the ground.

The man covered his stomach and curled up like a shrimp. He vomited the dinner he had just eaten and then lay on the ground groaning.

After the man recovered a little, Zhao Qing walked forward without saying a word. The man was so scared that he stepped back, begging for mercy.

"Hero, you are a magnanimous person, please forgive me!"

"I ask, you answer." A dull voice came from the room covered with a strange piece of cloth.

"Yes, yes, hero, if you ask, I will tell you everything I know." The man breathed a sigh of relief. It was good enough as long as you had the request.

"Who are you and where are you from?"

"My name is Chen Wu. I used to live in Qingshan Town. After the flood receded, a plague broke out in the town. The people who had finally survived became sick again. People were dying every day. It was really terrible! My eldest brother took the five of us brothers and fled the town together."

"Dishonest!"

Zhao Qing shook his head and kicked him again, and the groaning sound started again.

"Hero, please spare my life. I will never dare to do it again." The man was in so much pain that he burst into tears and begged for mercy again and again, not daring to hide it anymore.

"The whole village is yours?"

"Yes, when we first escaped from the town, there were only six of us brothers. Because we had no food, we could only bravely go to the surrounding towns to find food. We met people with the same miserable lives who asked me to take them in. I took them in out of pity, and our number grew little by little. We wandered around several towns nearby for a while. My eldest brother found that the epidemic was getting worse and we couldn't go back to the town anymore, so he led everyone to the mountains. We happened to come across this village at the foot of the mountain, so we rested and settled down there."

Zhao Qing continued to ask: "Have you ever met the indigenous people in the village?"

The doubt in the man's eyes was about to solidify: "Ah? Are there still indigenous people in this village? There was no one when we came! It turns out that someone in the village survived. I was wondering how they cleaned it up so well without a single body."

As the man was talking, he suddenly realized, how did this person know that there were aboriginals in the village? Could he be an aboriginal? It's over, he's here for revenge!

The man felt a chill on his back and hurriedly defended himself, "Hero, are you a native of the village? This is such a huge injustice! It has nothing to do with us. There was no one there when we arrived. If I lied, I'll be struck by lightning!"

Zhao Qing carefully examined the man's expression and confirmed that he was not lying. It seemed that the disappearance of those villagers had nothing to do with them.

Seeing that Zhao Qing didn't seem angry, the man asked carefully: "Hero, do you want to go back to the village? Don't worry, I will tell my brother when I go back, and we will leave your village immediately."

Zhao Qing shook his head and refused: "No, you can stay here without worry."

"Thank you hero!"

"Okay, let's continue the questioning. Are you the only ones who survived in the surrounding area?"

"Of course not. I know of a big gang called Qinglong Gang. They have a lot of people and are very powerful. They have occupied an entire town and sent people to guard it to prevent outsiders from entering. There are also some less powerful gangs. Several teams share a town together and do not allow outsiders to take anything in the town."

Zhao Qing snorted and laughed: "You were not driven out because of the plague, but because your eldest brother was incompetent, right?"

The man's face suddenly changed. He was no longer afraid of being beaten. He loudly retorted: "Hero, no matter how good your martial arts are, you can't insult our eldest brother. There is not much food left in the towns. The plague is indeed getting worse. The eldest brother took us to retreat on his own initiative. This is called wit, not being driven away."

Zhao Qing was surprised: "What charm does your elder brother have that makes you defend him like this?"

The man's eyes were filled with anger, and he said in a sad and angry tone: "Hero, why do you think those bastards in the town are so strong? Because they are all beasts! They eat human flesh. They have lost their humanity and treat people as food. Only our eldest brother is unwilling to go along with them. He would rather starve to death than eat human flesh! So our people are so hungry and skinny that we can't beat them at all."

Zhao Qing's heart sank. Has the situation become so crazy?

"I misunderstood your brother. He is indeed a powerful man with a bottom line. He was able to bring you all to life. He is truly a hero."

The man was proud of it and said: "Of course, isn't my elder brother a hero?"

Zhao Qing continued to ask: "Okay, what's the situation in He County?"

The man's face changed drastically, but considering that he also praised his elder brother, he told the truth.

"Hero! You must not go to the county! We have met people who escaped from He County. The county is surrounded by a big river. During the flood, the entire county was almost completely submerged. There were corpses floating on the water! I heard that less than a hundred people survived. Now the county has become a cemetery. The corpses are lying in broad daylight. No one cares. Even those who have eaten human flesh dare not go to the county!"