PS: The guest officer who watched this chapter, Drunken Shrimp strongly asked everyone to go to Baidu to search for it first: Corpse Brother, this anime, please start watching it from episode 14, so that you can fully understand the following chapters.

"Damn, I can finally leave this pervert, even if I am killed in the future, I won't be walking with him." Varref, who was driving at the speed of a jet fighter, thought resolutely.

In fact, there was another reason why Variif would hurry back to Lugoin.

That is, the desert has always been entrenched in a large number of high-level dark career changers.

At the meeting with Baoke and them last night, he had already explained it clearly, and asked Baoke and them to act immediately.

He now has to rush back to Lugauin as soon as possible to make arrangements, just in case.

After Varif left, Zhao Long showed his fox tail.

Zhao Long, who was not dealt with by the Demon King clone a few days ago, but almost burped in the desert, understood a truth.

The small bench is also very deadly, as if you have just tripped over it.

Thinking that he had killed the Demon King, he would not be afraid of the mobs, but he was almost killed by the insignificant mobs in the desert.

So, he's going to get stronger.

He began to look for the transferees and mercenaries who had stayed here to reorganize, and he was looking specifically for high-level ones.

Everyone was also happy to learn from the rumored elder, and they also wanted to see his strange spells that had been passed down to the gods.

In the competition with them, Zhao Long saw all kinds of strange skills, which opened his eyes.

These skills that he had never seen before, the skills that the transferor created by himself fused, made Zhao Long's experience and martial arts against the enemy improve rapidly.

Zhao Long was now like a shriveled sponge, desperately sucking in the water he could see.

At first, everyone was still a little shirking, afraid that if one accidentally hurt the young elder of the alliance, the sin would be great.

After fighting, they found that this elder was really perverted, and the ten people together were not his opponents.

Behind. They swarmed up, and Zhao Long was miserable.

After all, people are not monsters, they have high intelligence.

The other job changers and mercenaries who watched the itching of their hands and feet kept urging the people on the field.

Once someone is down, they all rush to get on the front.

For a while, next to the inn in Zhao Long's mouth, red smoke billowed out, and the sound of crackling continued day and night.

During his time at the transfer station, Zhao Long benefited a lot.

He met a lot of people and made a lot of high-ranking friends.

Don't put on a show. He was approachable, and he was slowly called a commoner elder.

After a while, as long as people go back and forth to the desert transit station, they will meet Zhao Long, a young and promising alliance elder, and drink a few glasses of wine with him to brag about it......

Zhao Long's prestige and prestige opened up here after the Rogge camp.

The camp was reported to Acala and Blaryiping them. With a long sigh of relief, the worries of the previous days were suddenly gone.

What made them happy was that the dear dragon was so resourceful, and he actually knew the truth that the water could carry a boat and also capsize a boat.

I didn't think of those questions at all. Zhao Long, who just wanted to be a small soldier, was misunderstood again.

Although it is a beautiful misunderstanding. However, Zhao Long, who later knew the Dao, felt that he was overwhelmed by a mountain on his shoulders.

It's been more than three months, and Zhao Long, who has forgotten the time, has grown in strength by leaps and bounds, until a message from Varif who was waiting in Lugoin came urging him.

Varif urges Zhao Long once a month. Now it's the eighth time.

This time, he was so angry that he was ruthless.

He warned Zhao Long that if he didn't come to Lu Gaoyin, he would go directly back to the camp and let his two sisters urge him.

Zhao Long, who was still unsatisfied, knew that he was about to hit the road. If you don't do it, you will be miserable.

The night before going on the road, Zhao Longhe, who was reluctant to give up, was drunk again.

When seeing them off, everyone reluctantly said goodbye to this alliance elder who was often beaten to be worse than Bajie, but still happily asked to continue, especially Baoke and Liai, who were guarding here.

What a pity! Where are they going to find such free sandbags in the future? This is a once-in-a-century experience.

Zhao Long on the road looked at the scenery on both sides of the road, which made him feel like he was in the western part of Australia.

When no caravans passed by, he was bored and searched in the grass.

Zhao Long saw if he could find a rattlesnake to play with.

In the morning, the lonely Zhao Long finally saw the house after climbing over a red hill.

When he saw the houses and smelled the stench, he knew that he had arrived in the slum.

It was a vast expanse of houses that stretched out in the sky, larger than the slums of India, and more houses.

Taking a closer look, Zhao Long found that the houses here were all made of various exotic materials.

There's dirt, there's rotten planks, there's branches, and so on

Zhao Long cried, he really cried.

The scene in front of him reminded him of his childhood home and the warm days with his father.

Zhao Long stood quietly, he didn't know how long he had been standing, and by the time he felt his face wet, the sun had already risen to its old high.

Zhao Long, who was walking slowly along the middle road, looked at the houses on both sides that were so short that even a person with a height of one meter seven had to bow his head to enter.

The emaciated civilians who had been suffering from long-term malnutrition looked at him curiously.

Zhao Long walked to a house that was very similar to his home on Earth and stopped, stroking it with his hand, unwilling to let go for a long time.

Looking at this person who was dressed in extraordinary clothes and behaved strangely, the surrounding civilians did not dare to come out.

Civilians had already seen this man, and from the direction he came, it could be judged that this was a powerful transferee.

For the civilians had never seen a single man who dared to return to Lugoin alone from the desert.

Just as Zhao Long turned around and was about to leave, he inadvertently aimed at the white paper pasted on the left side of the door frame.

"Funeral? This family is dead? Having lived in the Dark World for decades, he knew what the blank piece of paper meant.

In a hurry, he didn't pay attention to it so much, here in the Dark World, unnatural deaths and being eaten by monsters happened every day, and there were countless of them.

If Zhao Long wants to take care of them one by one, then he can't do anything.

"Huh? Why is there crying in it? Listening to the sound is still a child. Zhao Long, who had just walked a few steps, heard a low cry coming from behind him, and he stopped.

"Come here, I have something to ask you." Zhao Long, who couldn't see the situation in the room, frowned and thought for a while, then walked to the middle of the road and shouted to the civilians who were watching him.

After a while, an old man who was so thin that he had only skin and bones stood out from the crowd.

"I don't know what you're looking for us, this lord?" The old man, who didn't know what was going on, asked Zhao Long cautiously.

"What's going on with this family?" Zhao Long pointed to the house he had just touched.

"My lord, this is Granny Zhao's home, she was eaten by sandworms when she went to collect medicinal herbs in the distance a few days ago."

"Old man, is there anyone else in her house?"

"My lord, there is no one else except for a three-year-old child, who is now hiding at home and refusing to come out."

"I know it, thank you, old man," Zhao Long said gently.

"No thanks, sir, no." The old man, who was flattered and respected by a job changer for the first time in his life, trembled with excitement after hearing Zhao Long's words.

Tuk Tuk ~~

"Little sister, can you open the door?" Zhao Long, who turned around, walked to the door where he had been standing for a long time just now, and gently knocked on the door that would collapse at any time, and it was not like a door.

The old man who came out to answer the words looked at this adult who didn't know what he was going to do, and he didn't dare to ask, and he watched quietly beside him.

"There are people in the wood, and there are people in the wood." There was a young girl's voice in the house, and she was afraid to repeat the same sentence.

"Ahem~~" Zhao Long was thundered, and he was thundered by the female baby's wooden person.

Words that I thought would only appear on Earth have been heard here. Moreover, she was obviously inside, and even said that there were people inside.

"Old man, what's the name of this child?" After knocking for a long time, he saw that the little girl refused to open the door, and Zhao Long, who was scorched by the thunder, had no choice but to ask the old man next to him who had not left.

"Adult, this child's name is Zhao Xiaolu." The old man replied respectfully.

"Zhao Xiaolu? What the? This kid is called Fawn? How can it be?! That's impossible! When Zhao Long lowered his head and groaned after hearing the answer, his face suddenly turned pale and his body shook.

He seemed to remember some painful and sad memory.

One that broke his heart, the last thing he wanted to remember, the fragment he had been buried in the depths of his mind jumped out.

Zhao Long was in tears, and he kept talking in a voice smaller than a mosquito flight.

Click, click~, his teardrops are like big pearls, dripping on the red earth without stopping,

"This is fate, you and I are both surnamed Zhao, and you are also called Xiaolu, so be it."

In Zhao Long's self-talk, this was the only sentence that the old man next to him heard clearly.

After a while, Zhao Long, who was in tears, raised his head with a smile.

"Xiaolu, uncle is not a bad person, can you open the door for uncle to go in?" Zhao Long, who didn't dare to break the door and was afraid of scaring the child, had to continue to knock on the door and coax the children inside.

"There are real wooden people, and there are real wooden people inside." The sound coming from inside the house changed from fear to horror.

Zhao Long, who heard the change in his voice, immediately stopped his movements and quietly thought of a way.

"My lord, let me try." The old man, who had never dared to speak up, asked Zhao Long in a low voice.

"What are you doing?" Just then, a question came from afar. (To be continued......)