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

The death toll was quickly counted. Under the attack of the worms and the rain blood moth, a total of 67 people died in the three villages.

After hearing this statistics, the warriors and talisman masters of the Three Villages were silent.

"It's just that so few people have died, this is already a good result." Liu Fushi from Yinfu Village rubbed his furrowed eyebrows and said, "This time it's thanks to Captain Zhou."

Master Liu Fu said this and looked at Zhou Fan. His eyes were filled with surprise. He could eject such lethality from the coconut wood. This explosive power was beyond his imagination.

The others also looked at Zhou Fan, who had similar ideas to Master Liu Fu.

If Zhou Fan hadn't shot the coconut wood to fight back against the rain blood moths, the rain blood moths would have made the rain blood moths afraid and gave them a chance to breathe, the consequences would have been even more serious.

Zhou Fan's strength was beyond their imagination.

"This is my duty." Zhou Fan said calmly.

"Since the rain has stopped, hurry up and clean up and don't delay here." Master Huang Fu said.

The others nodded and agreed.

This rain has delayed the migration team for a lot of time. If this continues, it will be impossible to reach the Chidao on the banks of the Chidao River before dark. At that time, they may have to spend the night in the Feichidao wilderness.

No one wants to spend the night in the wilderness that is not a slash, and the risk is too great.

In order to set off as soon as possible, the dead had to bury them on the spot, pay tribute to them, and set off.

The migration team continued to walk through the coconut forest. Some cattle, horses and donkeys were killed by the rain blood moths. Those carriages or donkeys could only rely on human power to push and pull, but fortunately, there was enough manpower, which did not stop the speed of moving forward.

What is really troublesome is the dead members of the escort team. Among the dead, more than a dozen were members of the escort team from Sancun. The lack of team members made the tranquil warriors only continue to force recruit young and strong villagers to join the escort team among the villagers.

But these people have not been trained, and in a hurry, they can only do some simple work to maintain order.

After the new rain in the empty mountains, dark clouds dissipate, the scorching sun reappears, the withered coconut leaves on the slopes and the water droplets accumulated on the weeds are crystal clear by the golden light.

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

In order to rush the road, the migrants had to speed up a lot. Finally, when the sun set, they passed through half a coconut tree slope and continued to move forward on the grass. Soon they saw a river that was only three meters wide in the distance.

When the river came back dozens of meters, there was a red and black path winding down along with it. The path was only five feet wide, paving with black gravel.

The black gravel is the Black Sun Stone Ruler Road, and the river is naturally the Cocktail River.

They finally arrived, and many people rarely smiled on their faces. They were the first difficulty in getting through the wilderness.

The migration team stepped into the quadrail and people felt safe and returned.

The migration team paused to camp at the beginning or the end of this footpath.

The Wei Gu in Sancun stood on the land for a moment. First, the Fu Masters went to check the river water here. After confirming that there was no problem, the people in Sancun began to get busy, chopping firewood and carrying water...

The smoke of cooking stoves rose slowly, and the camp became lively and vibrant.

Zhou Fan patrolled around with a guard and watched the scene quietly. He knew that people did not forget the dead and those sad things so quickly, but hid them in their hearts.

When the meal was ready, Xiao Liu ran over to call Zhou Fan. Her smile had recovered from her face and it seemed that nothing was wrong.

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

"We will be able to finish this ruler road after walking for another day tomorrow. There should be no big problem tomorrow. The key is the white-haired grassland the day after tomorrow!" Zhang Fushi from Mangniu Village said.

After tomorrow, they will once again set foot in the wild without ruler paths. As long as they pass through the white-haired grassland, there will be a ruler path that can lead to the Burning Valley they are about to reach!

"The white-haired grassland should not be a big problem. I have walked with people a few times before, but there is no very powerful monster living in that place." Di Fushi Master from Yinfu Village thought for a moment.

The powerful monsters mentioned by Master Di Fu refer to monsters above Bloody Games. There are too many types of white and black games. You won’t consider white and black games when walking outdoors, because you may encounter white and black games anywhere.

Some of the monsters above the Bloody Game like to run around, but some like to occupy a land and use it as its own domain. If someone or powerful monster invades its domain, a battle will surely take place until one side is expelled or killed.

The way people walk in the wild is to deliberately avoid areas where monsters may be regarded as domains, and the migration of migratory teams is the same.

"The one we have been to the White-haired Grassland recently is Brother Song, but that was more than a year ago. No one dared to guarantee whether the place would be occupied by a monster during this period." Zhang Fushi, the master of Yinfu Village, shook his head.

"We can only go and have a look first. If a weird guy who cannot deal with it occupies that place, we will have to take a detour."

"It will take another day to get around the white-haired grassland and move from another ruler road."

Everyone was talking, mostly the talisman masters were saying that Zhou Fan and other warriors from the low Qiuyuan occasionally interjected and said a few words.

After confirming the route again, the warriors separated and returned to their own villages to prepare for the overnight stay.

The sun fell to the peaks and turned red everywhere.

As soon as Zhou Fan returned to the camp, Xiao Liu found him and looked at Zhou Fan with the black eyes under his slender eyebrows.

"Is there anything wrong?" Zhou Fan asked by himself when he saw that she didn't speak.

"Can you accompany me?" Xiao Liu whispered, "It's very soon, it won't delay your time."

Zhou Fan hesitated for a moment or nodded.

The two walked silently one after another. The Wei Gu covered a large enough range, and with him, even if they were farther away from the camp, there would not be too much problem.

Every time he faced Xiao Liu alone, his emotions were very complicated. The past was like a glimpse of glimpses, seemingly leaving him, but he was biting him all the time.

Xiao Liu finally stopped one foot away from the Cocktail River.

The dim red light reflected her face a little lonely.

Zhou Fan stopped and accompanied her to look at the smooth river surface.

The man looked at them, silently lowered his head and slowly bit the grass on the edge. It didn't like it to eat grass leaves, but to clear his stomach, there are always some things in the world that he had to do if he didn't like it.

"Afan, I'm very scared today." Xiao Liu said until the setting sun turned bloody, her voice was a little hoarse.

Xiao Liu looked directly at the river surface dyed red by the setting sun. The tears slid down her fair cheeks like broken pearls. 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 an audience member. Listening to Xiao Liu telling the fear in his heart, she was just a girl who had never stepped out of the village. Even though she had heard of the weird and terrible things, she could not understand the cruelty of some things that had not been seen with her own eyes.

Until the tears stopped falling, she whispered: "Go back."

Zhou Fan smiled and nodded.

Xiao Liu may be afraid that her parents at home would worry, so she left in a hurry and would soon see the camp.

At this time, Xiao Liu stopped and turned to look at Zhou Fan. Canyang shone his face into orange-red, and his face seemed a little firm. Since his injury healed, it has changed a lot and she almost couldn't recognize him.

Under the last ray of setting sun, her willow eyebrows bent slightly, and she burst into a beautiful smile and said, "Afan, when you arrive in the new village, I will steal the sweet wine hidden by my father for you to drink."

After Xiao Liu finished speaking, she walked quickly without waiting for Zhou Fan to answer.

Zhou Fan was stunned. He didn't understand why he suddenly said he wanted to invite him to drink sweet wine. He didn't want to turn around and patrol.

As night was approaching, camping not far from the riverside, the guards were naturally wary of the Jiwei River.

Zhou Fan was on duty for the first half of the night and was safe and sound. After changing the price, he found a quiet place to drink a sip of cold flame wine to practice the yang energy 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 fog.

He wanted to know how many gray insects he had now. Today he killed at least more than forty drilling insects and rain blood moths. These are all monsters of the Black Game level, so he should have accumulated a lot of gray insects.

But the fog was gone, Zhou Fan hesitated for a moment and decided not to call the fog out.

In the outside environment, he could neither fish nor exchange the fog for the fighting skills. He had no time to practice, so he could only wait until he reached the Burning Valley to consider these things.

If you scream out the fog just to see the number of gray insects, it is likely to anger him.

Zhou Fan could only pick up the heavy knife on the ground and continued to practice. After his strength reached 20,000 kilograms, the heavy knife was naturally aggravated accordingly.

However, after practicing for a while, he felt that his basic sword technique seemed to have fallen into stagnation and his progress was not as rapid as it was at the beginning.

But the practice of basic sword technique is ultimately a matter of hard work. Zhou Fan calmed down and swung the heavy knife in his hand.

After hearing the noisy sound outside, he left the Huihe space.

The campsite went from quiet to noisy in the early morning.

The night was safe and sound, only a few scattered black gossip monsters tried to attack the camp, and under the leadership of the warriors, they successfully wiped out the battle.

After a short period of noisy and chaotic time, the migration team was completed and the fourth day began.

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