After wearing a beautiful proton

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Listening to the roar from a distance, Dongfang Li felt extremely calm, as if the boulder that hit the bottom of his heart was finally let go.

When he walked outside the cave, a slender figure stood in front of him, "Changling, why are you here?"

Zhao Changling nodded, without asking or comforting, and said gently: "You are back." Immediately, he walked into the cave first.

Dongfang Li froze, his heart was sore and unbearable, his eyes were filled with tears, his lips were tightly pursed, and he refused to show weakness.

When Dongfang Li saw Zhao Changling for the first time, he was astonished, and he couldn't help but have mixed thoughts.But... After this incident, he knew he was cruel and ruthless, so how could he hope for his favor?

Even if Zhao Changling doesn't say anything, Dongfang Li is not a fool, there are some things that don't need to be said, as long as you know it well.

"Changling..." Dongfang Li suddenly stopped him, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say, so he could only say with a wry smile, "Thank you."

Thank you for not revealing, thank you for your thoughtfulness.

Zhao Changling greeted with a smile, and replied flatly: "Let's go, everyone is waiting for you."

After returning to the cave, the eyes of the villagers dodged a little. They no longer knew what to think of Dongfang Li. After all, what Tieniu had done had spread.

In this wide cave, all the surviving villagers gathered together, rubbing shoulders, waiting for the elders in the village to discuss and make decisions.

Uncle Zhong and other elders sat at the top, and the rest of the villagers stood around the bottom.

Uncle Zhong is old and quite prestigious, and has vaguely become the backbone of the villagers.At this moment, he looked around, his eyes paused on Dongfang Li's face for a moment, then he inadvertently moved away, and said seriously:

"Fellow folks, there is no need to mention the past. At present, we still have greater difficulties to overcome!"

Uncle Zhong didn't want to hide it, so he revealed all the news that the living dead might attack the mountain at any time, "For the present plan, we can only leave here."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar.

They have gone through the genocide chaos, and it is an unexpected joy to survive in this cave by chance. If they leave, they will be in danger.

As a result, the frightened villagers were in a state of confusion. They talked a lot, had illusions about the status quo, and were unwilling to leave easily.

Uncle Zhong coughed a few times, and after successfully attracting their attention, he added: "The living dead in the village are not dead. They will look for food everywhere when they are hungry!"

"Just now... we have seen a few traces of the undead alone, and they have been wandering on this mountain..."

Uncle Zhong and the others did not expect that this hiding place was no longer safe, and for everyone's safety, they had to go elsewhere.

However, these remarks were tantamount to shaking the sky, and the villagers couldn't help but look at the cave entrance frequently, for fear that the living dead would find their hiding place.

Uncle Zhong nodded in satisfaction. He didn't lie, but if he wanted to persuade them to leave, he had to convince them with reason.

Of course, Uncle Zhong didn't want to force them either, so Dayi emphasized solemnly: "We will leave here early in the morning when the sky clears. If you don't want to leave, I won't force you either."

For a while, the cave was filled with the noise of discussions.

"Leaving tomorrow morning? Too urgent..."

"What to do, I don't want to leave..."

"I don't want to leave either, but if I don't leave, wouldn't I be alone?"

"Don't go, stay here and wait to die? Let's go together."

"Are you going?"

"I, I...are you going?"

Zhao Changling had sharp eyes and ears, saw them whispering, but cautiously did not express his opinion.

Of course, Uncle Zhong did not stop their discussion, after all, this is a matter of life and death, and they have the right to decide for themselves.

After a while, Uncle Zhong coughed again.

The villagers all stopped talking and stared at him without blinking.

Uncle Zhong sat at the top of the table boldly and calmly, with the courage of a superior, he said solemnly and loudly: "Those who are willing to leave, raise your hands!"

The villagers look at me and I look at you, but no one dares to raise their hands.

Suddenly, a thin right hand rose from the crowd.Everyone was taken aback for a moment, and then, they raised their hands high.

Of course, there are still a few sporadic villagers who did not raise their hands. They do not want to leave their homes and live in exile.

Uncle Zhong looked at the few villagers who were unwilling to leave, and seeing them lower their brows and narrow their eyes, wishing they could get into the hole, he couldn't help being a little disappointed, but he didn't force too much.

"So, please rest well tonight, pack your luggage, and we will leave here after dawn."

People were tired and hungry for a long time, and when they saw him speak, they rushed out immediately, taking the opportunity to catch up on sleep.

After everyone left, Uncle Zhong beckoned Dongfang Li, and sighed, "Ali, you also leave with us."

Uncle Zhong knew that he was sensitive and thin-skinned, and was afraid that he would sneak out and die on the street, so he spoke to save him.

Dongfang Li nodded, "Okay, I see."

In fact, Dongfang Li didn't even think about leaving. After all, so many villagers moved together, he would surely attract the pursuit of the living dead. He was young and vigorous, and he was the main force to kill the enemy.

Qiaotou Village is devoted to his father's hard work, and it is the hometown where he was born and raised. Dongfang is willing to pay for it because of his love and reason.

Time passed quietly, and in a blink of an eye, the sun rose in the east.

Fortunately, the heavy rain stopped, the sky was still dark, the ground was muddy, and the temperature dropped suddenly.

Even though the conditions were so bad, the busy villagers did not stop. They were all ready to go, carrying simple bags and dragging their families.

Some old people who were injured or unable to walk sat on the rickety ox carts, and the old horses, unwilling to obey their old age, followed closely behind step by step.

Zhao Changling was dressed in black, with a white veiled hat, and a long sword around his waist, and walked in front of the team in high spirits.

Dongfang Li couldn't bear to show weakness, wearing a blue jacket and a big knife, he coldly escorted the ox cart.

Zhao Changling looked back and saw that there were only more than 100 people left in the team. The old and the weak, women and children all looked tired, and the young children were ignorant, laughing and chasing and playing.

Uncle Zhong noticed his gaze, and said with a wry smile, "There are only a few people left in Qiaotou Village. Back then... oh, let's not talk about it!"

Zhao Changling didn't know how to comfort him, looked at the children beside him, and said softly, "There are still many children who survived."

"Yeah, and this group of children..." Children are the driving force for their older generation to live.

The weather was sweltering, and the orderly and orderly team marched slowly towards the western path in silence.

Suddenly, there was an exclamation from the crowd.

Zhao Changling heard the words and looked around, only to see a raging fire suddenly ignited in the direction of Qiaotou Village.The flames soared into the sky, illuminating half the sky.

A faint sobbing sound sounded in the crowd, and then, uncontrollable crying sounded incessantly.

People covered their faces and cried, their numb faces could not hide their grief, and the children who were fighting were bewildered and flung themselves into their mother's arms in a daze.

Gone……

Their village was burned...

They all survived when the living dead invaded the stockade and when they left their homes.Now, because of the destruction of his homeland, he finally shed tears of grief.

Uncle Zhong couldn't bear to see this scene, so he strode ahead with his back to the crowd, wiping his face from time to time.

At this moment, no one asked why the village was burned down. After all, the answer was hidden in everyone's heart.Even though he wanted to avoid it, after the scar was exposed, it hurt a lot.

The valley is getting colder, the green leaves are decadent, and the birds are nowhere to be seen.

The team is still marching, and the destination is Dongqing City, which is ten kilometers away.

Rumor has it that the city lord of Dongqing City is generous, knowledgeable, and won the hearts of the people, and may allow them to enter the city safely.

Uncle Zhong had inquired a long time ago, because of the death of the living dead, many towns have strictly prohibited outsiders from entering and leaving, and going to other countries is even more impossible.

The first day was passed safely, and although everyone was tired, they did not complain.

On the second day, the speed of the march was a little slower, and the hunger and thirst were unbearable, but it was tolerable.

On the third day, they met many ordinary people who were alone, and allowed them to join.

However, on the evening of the third day, an accident happened!

At this moment, the people are sitting around the bonfire, drinking water or grilling meat, enjoying a moment of comfort.

Looking at the small village not far away, they have already sent people to communicate, hoping to find a place to stay temporarily.

The three men had been away for half an hour, but they hadn't come back. Uncle Zhong didn't know what to eat, and asked worriedly, "Why haven't they come back?"

Dongfang Li heard him talking to himself, got up and said, "Uncle Zhong, let me go and have a look."

Uncle Zhong hesitated to speak, he was a little regretful, he didn't know what happened to those three boys, after all, in some barbaric villages, beating people to death was a common occurrence.

Dongfang Li comforted: "Maybe it's just that the people in the village didn't agree to let us go in and rest, and there was a dispute between the two sides. Don't worry, I have my own plan."

Uncle Zhong nodded and repeatedly told him not to act impulsively, then waved him to go.

Dongfang Li cautiously approached the village, his back gradually disappearing in front of his eyes.

After a while, Dongfang Li ran back in a panic, followed by a large group of living dead!

"The people in the village have all been reduced to the living dead, run away—"

"Run—"

Dongfang Li yelled hoarsely, wishing he could get the wind under his feet, he rushed back immediately.

The people who were resting heard the movement and stood up reflexively. Seeing that Dongfang Li was followed by a group of living dead, they packed up their bags in horror and fled in all directions.

Zhao Changling climbed up and looked far away, pointing to a small city in the distance and shouting: "Run over there! There are living people in that city—"

Hearing the words, the howling people ran in the direction he pointed, and when they met relatives and friends who were at a loss, they even gave a hand.

Uncle Zhong led the crowd with a child under his arm, shouting, "Don't panic! Follow!"

"Run away—"

"The living dead are coming, run away—"

Zhao Changling drew out his long sword and went to meet Dongfang Li.