It took almost two hours to return Song Yong and the others along the same road, and finally found another exit outside the waterfall.

And there was no way for them to carry out all the various grain seeds in more than forty clay pots.

The reason is very simple, except for the three seriously wounded who are still in a coma, and the manpower who must move with the seriously wounded.

Even counting the honorable Brother Yong, the number of people who can carry clay pots is only five.

Five people can only carry a clay pot full of seeds, no more than ten pots.

And those huge rattan baskets that could fit several pieces of rattan were now all thrown in the makeshift camp.

So Song Yong finally decided: take a small part of the seeds out first, wait for the saber-toothed tiger to leave tomorrow during the day, and then return to the temporary camp, get the rattan basket and enter the underground cave again.

Anyway, you can't let go of those seeds at all, you need to take them back and plant them.

Because if you bring back a seed and plant it, then in the fall, a hundredfold or even more grain may be harvested.

As for the question of whether the plague germ remained in these seeds, Song Yong did not have any worries.

First of all, these jars seem to be well sealed with yellow mud before opening, and there is no chance that they will be contaminated with Yersinia pestis.

Secondly, in Song Yong's memory, he vaguely remembered that the plague bacillus would die completely in four hours at most under the sun.

Under the best preservation of a variety of conditions, Yersinia pestis can live for several years.

And until now, I don't know if dozens of years have passed, and if those plague bacilli are still alive, it is possible unless they are sperm.

So, you're afraid of yarn......

"Brother Yong, look, you can't imagine that the exit is actually here?"

Fortunately, this thing is also worried that his voice will be spread far away by the mountain wind, attracting the deadly saber-toothed tiger.

His deliberately muffled voice was not harsh in the empty environment.

After Song Yong heard this, he first pulled back the hooligan's head, and then stretched out his own head, and after looking at it through the not-so-bright starlight, he really had the same idea as the hooligan.

Who would have thought that the exit from this place would be on the slope of a hill with red soil and sparse wheat.

However, because this exit had been blocked by the people of the Lieshan tribe with stones in advance, and because it had been too long, it had long been completely covered by dense bushes.

At that time, Song Yong, who was just looking at this side in a hurry, really hadn't found this entrance and exit yet.

After confirming that the outside of this exit was not a cliff and a dead end, Song Yong asked a few more hooligans to block back the stones that had just been removed.

Now the sky outside is still pitch black.

In terms of time, it was estimated that after such a toss for a while, it was actually only midnight.

Instead of going out now and facing all kinds of unknown dangers in the dark night, it is better to hide in a safe hole and wait until dawn is making plans.

So, Song Yong found a fairly flat ground in the cave, and he didn't care about the dust on the ground, so he sat down.

This was also the first time he had rested seriously after he tossed and turned for most of the night.

As soon as the whole person relaxed, Song Yong could feel the soreness of all parts of his body.

At this time, Song Yong habitually touched the cigarette case in his trouser pocket.

As a result, what he found out of his trouser pocket was a lump of cigarette paper and tobacco that had been completely soaked.

After smiling bitterly and throwing away such a lump in his hand that he couldn't smoke at all, Song Yong touched the backpack he was carrying behind him in his backhand.

As a veteran old smoker, how can you not be fully prepared.

After he successfully found a soft white sandbag from his backpack, he was pleasantly surprised to find that there were only a few traces of water on the shell of the cigarette.

But with a layer of plastic film to protect it, the cigarettes were not affected at all.

After pulling out one and putting it in his mouth, Song Yong tried to press the disposable plastic lighter, and in this half a day, he had already used his body temperature to completely dry his clothes.

Even the flint and steel on the lighter were almost dried up.

After sliding the wheel several times in a row, under the flickering of sparks, the lighter was finally lit, and naturally in the first time, Song Yong lit the cigarette and took a puff.

In the swirling smoke, he even felt that even the soreness on his body was a little lighter for a while.

"Brother Yong, bring me one too!" A weak voice sounded beside him, and he didn't need to distinguish it carefully, Song Yong could hear that this was a request made by his cheap brother-in-law.

After hearing this, Song Yong was not stingy, and handed over the cigarette case and lighter together.

With his mouth in front of everyone, he said, "Anyone who wants to smoke will take it themselves, so don't pretend to be polite now." ”

Not to mention, these guys are really not polite at all.

Anyway, after counting the serious injuries, they are still in a coma, and they are only eleven people in total, but after the cigarette case was passed around and returned to his hand, there were only two cigarettes left.

I don't know which grandson it is, and he is so ruthless?

It's just that Song Yong now has no heart to care about this little thing.

Now that he is smoking a cigarette, he is using his spiritual power to sense the situation in his body, trying to find the flame of the Burning Mountain Tribe that has entered his body.

Even if the specific harm has not yet appeared, Song Yong's heart is now full of questions and worries.

For example, where is Tinder living in his body now, have there been any other unknown changes, and will these changes have any bad effects?

In Song Yong's perception, he quickly discovered the existence of the fire of the Lieshan tribe.

It is currently inhabiting the location of the sea of qi in Song Yong's body, that is, the location where the magic power is stored.

And after entering Song Yong's body, this flame not only did not become weaker, but compared to the previous state that seemed to be extinguished at any time, it was somewhat better now.

It's just that Song Yong would rather have this thing go out immediately.

Because as long as a normal person can think of such a thing in the body, will it be like a parasite, constantly absorbing its own vitality to nourish itself.

Regarding this, judging from the current changes in Tinder, it seems that it is not unreasonable.

The most important thing is that as this flame continues to recover and become stronger, will it be because of this to blackmail yourself and let yourself avenge them?

Thinking of finding a big tribe to take revenge, or a big tribe in the Central Plains to take revenge, Song Yong was so sad that his intestines were about to knot.

With this depressed mood, Song Yong lit another cigarette for himself shortly after throwing it away.

Only this time he only took a sip, and he coughed like a tractor, not only did he cough up tears and snot, but even Song Yong felt a little sweet smell in his throat.

Damn! It's already the rhythm of coughing up a little bit of blood.

In the intense depression, Song Yong threw the cigarette in his hand on the ground, and then in the dark hole, no one was so good.

In the blink of an eye, it was picked up.