Luo Qi turned to face everyone, and his thin face was suddenly full of doubts.

He gradually narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, and said, "This guy Cheng An is definitely not just a scout. ”

"He, perhaps, hides another identity."

"Huh."

Luo Qi chuckled, shook his head again, and said, "However, his true identity." ”

"We, probably never know."

In the raging fire, the "crackling" sound is endless.

By the light of the fire, Luo Qi used the sharpened edge of the spoon to carefully cut through the dark surface of the wooden strip he picked up, revealing the clean inside.

He also put on a dough mixed with water from sharpened wood and baked it by the fire.

These are the dinners of Luo Qi and others.

Fortunately, last night, everyone had already buried the little water monk and abundant food in the ground.

In the battle between the people and the spotted Jiao and the bone monsters, the water and food buried in the ground were not affected too much.

In addition to the casualties, the biggest loss suffered by everyone since the battle was the big iron cauldron that was shattered by the bone monsters.

Without the tools to cook the soup, everything can only be kept simple.

Luo Qi, who was in charge of picking up the dinner, threaded a few pieces of salted meat with wooden sticks, and sprinkled some salt grains on the dough.

Compared with cooking, Luo Qi is obviously a chick, and it is inevitable that she will be a little bit like that for the first time.

He sweated profusely for half an hour, and under the kind and eager reminders of Li Yuangang and Zhang Chunjun, who were looking forward to it, they all put away before the dough by the fire was not baked.

The seven of them bit into the hard, salty dough, and all of them had bitter faces.

"I, I said."

Li Yuangang swallowed the dry noodles that had been chewed open with great difficulty, and then looked at Luo Qi with a look of hatred and said, "Brother Luo." ”

"What did you say about that steamed bun?"

"Why is that steamed bun snow-white and soft, melts in your mouth, and you roast it so yellow and so hard?"

Hearing this, Luo Qi, who was biting the dough hard, immediately frowned.

He quickly raised his head and glared angrily at Li Yuangang with puffed eyes.

"Aren't you talking nonsense!?"

"You go and ask the people who make steamed buns, they have a craft that has been passed down for thousands of years."

"It's a secret recipe, a secret recipe, do you understand it!?"

Luo Qi looked solemn, and said in an unquestionable tone: "You don't know, what was it back then, when the bun was not invented." ”

"That steamed bun, that's the staple food!"

"Those who used to make steamed buns were all chefs!"

Listening to Luo Qi's words, Li Yuangang was stunned for a moment, and nodded vigorously.

In the end, Zhang Chunjun really couldn't stand it anymore, so he explained to Li Yuangang: "Little fat." ”

"To make steamed bread, it needs to be fermented, and the steamed bread is steamed."

"Now, not like that."

Hearing this, Li Yuangang turned his head violently, and stared at Zhang Chunjun's face with an extremely eager gaze, which was like a wandering dog that had been hungry for a few days and was dying, and suddenly saw a bone with meat.

Fat Li's eyes turned green.

Zhang Chunjun was under Li Yuangang's green gaze, only to feel a sudden chill on his back.

"Chubby, you, what do you think I'm doing?"

Hearing this, Li Yuangang smiled.

He looked at Zhang Chunjun with a smile on his face and said, "Old principal, hehe~~!" ”

In a series of permeating laughter, except for Li Yuangang, a layer of cold sweat appeared on the foreheads of the six people surrounding the fire.

Then, under the somewhat frightened gaze of the six people, Li Yuangang said something that a foodie should say to Zhang Chunjun.

"Hey, Headmaster."

"When you have the conditions, can you make buns?"

"Ugh."

Zhang Chunjun was speechless for a long time, and only then did he shake his head decisively under Li Fatzi's expectant gaze and said a very rational word.

"I won't."

The glow of the morning light is as thin as the wings of a cicada, but it still has the chill of the night.

When Luo Qi woke up, she found that her hair had been wet with fog.

He rubbed his hair, turned his head to look around, and found that except for Li Yuangang, who was keeping vigil, the rest of the people had not woken up.

He pursed his lips slightly, then sat up and began to be in a daze.

It didn't take long for everyone to wake up.

Xu Ruoyu and Du Li, one left and one right, helped Wu Jin, and Kui Yuan, who was limping, walked to Zhang Chunjun's side.

Luo Qi picked up the unconscious Yu Tong.

Everyone tied a thick hemp rope around their waists, judged the direction by the rising sun, and left this temporary lodging place.

This time, it was Luo Qi who was at the forefront.

After yesterday's battle, the already rugged road is even steeper.

The earth walls on the ground are all over the place, cracks are everywhere, and among the people who follow Luo Qi, Zhang Chunjun is old and frail, Wu Jin is injured all over his body, Kui Yuan is limping, and Xu Ruoyu and Du Li are also not walking fast.

Luo Qi and Li Yuangang, who walked the fastest, had to slow down along the way.

The march of the procession was therefore unusually slow.

After trekking for a long time, bypassing a narrow cressure, he found a leeward earthen wall at noon, and lit a bonfire again under the earthen wall.

The people baked some more dough, ate it, and then went on the road again.

It wasn't until the sun went down and the night came again that everyone finally stepped out of the dirt-ridden ground and into the ruins that had not been affected by the aftermath of the battle, but were still full of cracks.

Luo Qi and Li Yuangang found the body of a big tree that fell to the ground, it should be a banyan tree, but its leaves had already fallen, and every bare branch and exposed root looked as hideous as the claws of evil spirits, but lifeless as dry bones.

Nearly six meters of tree trunk, pressed against a few pieces of crumbling cement.

And the crowd was in front of the trunk of the tree, and a fire was raised.

Luo Qi wanted to bake some dough again, but found that there was no extra water to mix the dough.

There was no way, so everyone had to use the fire to roast not much bacon and sausage.

"Brother Ro."

Li Yuangang took the peeled branch, looked at the gradually yellowing dried meat on the fire, and his fat face was full of sadness.

"We're running out of water, what are we going to do?"

Hearing this, Luo Qi, who was also holding a branch, frowned slightly.

He pursed his lips, turned his head to look at Zhang Chunjun, and asked, "Headmaster." ”

"Where is there water around here?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chunjun pursed his mouth and said, "According to what Gu Yunfei said, the closest and most likely place to store water from here is a waterworks. ”

"It shouldn't be far from where we set up camp yesterday."

"Now, it should be a little further southeast than us."

"Hmm."

Hearing this, Luo Qi nodded.

"We need to store enough clean water now, and tomorrow, we'll go to that place."

"Do you have any opinions?"

As for the plan to find water, at this time, no one will have an opinion.

………

The night grew darker.

The night of Sichuan and Shu is starless.

It was a deep night, so it was dark.

The bonfire, which had been lit by everyone in front of the three graves, could not withstand the chill that permeated the night, and finally went out.

On the pitch-black ashes, scattered sparks loom like mist in the mountains.

A dark green glow, like a ghost fire between the tombs, suddenly pierced a small part of the night.

Where the green light shines, there is an emerald green eye.

Those eyes grew on a huge blue face.

"Hmm."

The body was completely destroyed, and only a head was left of the "moth", which opened its mouth slightly, and let out a weak, almost nothing, moan.

"Eye."

"Eye."

In the short time when life could pass at any time, the slight and stubborn call from the mouth of the "moth" only wanted to wake up the companion who had long since lost his life and death.

As if, hearing the call of the "moth".

At the bottom of a soil wall not far from the huge head of the "moth", a ball of dirt compacted by a huge force was violently lifted.

A pair of golden arms stretched out from under the dirt that had been lifted.

"Click! Click! ”

On the golden arm, the hard earth wall was soon filled with cracks, and then crumbled and collapsed.

Finally, the "eye" came out from the bottom of the earthen wall.

It returned to the ground, and immediately staggered a few steps before falling to the ground.

"Ahh

"Eye" raised his head slightly, and rested his chin on the ground.

With the emerald green fire that emanated from the eyes of the "moth", it was very clear that the terrible scar on the face of the "eye" at this time stretched from its forehead to its chin.