By the time Zhou Deyong came back to his senses, Luo Qi had already led the people who followed him through the wooden houses and set off towards the gap. [Ran^Text^Library] []

On this day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, the sky was cloudless, and even the temperature became no longer hot.

All these signs mean that the weather is getting colder and that summer is over.

Autumn is coming.

This is the season of harvest and the season of withering.

Many life in nature will get enough energy and enough fat during this season.

And almost all plants will lose their bright green color and begin to wither and wither.

Hitting the road in this season, maybe it's a coincidence, maybe it's fate.

Luo Qi's actions attracted the attention of many people, but most of them only dared to wait and see, and only Zhou Deyong took a few strong men and followed Luo Qi and the others.

Zhou Deyong tried to persuade Luo Qi several times, but Luo Qi kept his head down and hurried away.

Zhou Deyong ran into a nail in Luo Qi's place, so he could only retreat to find Zhang Chunjun, who had been tightening his face among the people who followed Luo Qi.

Zhang Chunjun turned his head to glance at Zhou Deyong, and when Zhou Deyong was about to speak, he shook his head silently.

After the old man shook his head, he took his eyes off Zhou Deyong's face full of panic, and then looked straight ahead.

The old man continued to hurry, ignoring Zhou Deyong.

Zhou Deyong saw that even Zhang Chunjun ignored him, his face couldn't help but change abruptly, and he was unwilling, so he followed closely behind the old man.

And Zhou Deyong's followers, five strong men who were all over two meters tall, also followed behind Zhou Deyong with panicked faces, not daring to take a step away.

For Luo Qi's departure, not only Zhou Deyong was frightened, but also the five strong men who followed Zhou Deyong, and more than 800 people who stayed in the black woods.

However, after the fear, there were doubts, but in the doubts, no one else was willing to accompany Luo Qi to leave.

Just as Luo Qi had predicted before, a month of stable life had already given everyone who had had enough of the suffering after the disaster to stay in this dark wood.

In fact, Zhang Chunjun once told these people that this place was not safe, and there were hidden dangers in the Black Wood Forest, but without Luo Qi's active leadership, the choice of more than 800 people was the same.

None of them want to leave.

Therefore, when Luo Qi walked out of the black wood forest along the crack with his companions, Zhou Deyong and his five followers could only stay in front of the crack that only allowed one to pass through, silently watching Luo Qi's departure.

After a month, Li Fatzi and others, who were following behind Luo Qi, came to the undulating hill slope again, and the surface was dark, and a kind of strangeness and sadness were derived from the depths of their hearts.

Luo Qi took out a rope from the thick bag on his shoulder and handed it to Xu Shi, who tied the rope around his waist and handed the rope to Ouyang Ke, who was following him.

Together with Luo Qi, the total number of fifteen people tied the ropes to their waists in turn, and then slowly trekked along the dark foothills.

Among the group, four women, Yu Tong and Kui Yuan, two disabled people, were in the middle.

Luo Qi, with Xu Shi, Ouyang Ke, Hao Hao, and Zheng Yimao, walked at the front of the team.

The last in line are Zhang Chunjun and Li Yuangang, and the last one is Li Yuangang.

Such an arrangement comes from Zhang Chunjun's handwriting.

According to Zhang Chunjun's idea, only by putting Luo Qi and Li Yuangang, the two strongest combat forces, in the front and back of the team, can we ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Even if they encounter a sudden situation, as long as Luo Qi and Li Yuangang are not killed by others in an instant, then the rest of them will have enough time to react.

The road was not easy to walk, and the speed of the procession on the hillside was very slow.

But fortunately, Luo Qi had already chosen the best route, and he could avoid dangers and steep places as much as possible during the journey, so the road was calm and did not encounter any additional dangers.

It wasn't until dusk that Luo Qi took Zhang Chunjun and others to the bottom of a hill that he had already chosen.

The slope of the hill pointed obliquely to the sky, and pointed diagonally to the top of the firmament, blocking the sunlight that was projected, and the rain that might fall from the clouds, and the wind that might blow down.

Undoubtedly, this is a good campsite.

Fifteen men laid down their belongings at the foot of the hill, and then built a bonfire.

The bonfire soon burned, and everyone sat around it, and a saucepan was set up on the fire.

Ouyang Ke began to cook lunch for everyone, and Li Yuangang, as usual, gave Ouyang Ke a start.

And Hao Hao, Xu Shi, Yu Tong, Kui Yuan, Zheng Yimao, Xu Mengtang and Xu Deyang began to go around and collect combustible materials.

He Shiyun and the other four daughters sat by the bonfire and talked idly.

Luo Qi walked to the hill slope and looked up at the tall black wood fence not far away.

At this time, it is not far from the Black Wood Forest.

With Luo Qi's eyesight, he could see clearly the wall surrounded by black giant trees side by side, and he could also see the only gap in the black wood wall that connected the forest and the outside of the forest, and even through the gap that was one person wide, he could see Zhou Deyong standing in front of the exit at this time, his face was always haunted with hesitation and doubt.

Recalling the time spent in the black wood forest in the previous month, Luo Qi was a little embarrassed and a little emotional, but he didn't have that attainment, so he could only bury this emotion deep in his heart to express that emotion.

Just when Luo Qizheng was sighing alone, Zhang Chunjun, who was also full of emotion in his heart, slowly walked to his side.

The look on the old man's face was a little sad, and the tone of his voice also contained sadness.

"Xiao Luo."

"You're right, it's only been a month, and they've already made that forest their home, and in the end, no one is willing to leave."

The old man shook his head, and said to Luo Qi in a somewhat desperate tone, "Xiao Luo, if the monster in this forest recovers, how many of these people will survive?" ”

Hearing this, Luo Qi frowned slightly.

He pondered for a moment, then turned his head to look at Zhang Chunjun's old face, and said in an indifferent tone: "Of the more than 100 people who followed me into the forest, only Zheng Yimao survived in the end, and he was able to survive because of me." ”

Hearing this, the sadness on the old man's face became even stronger, and he was about to say something, but was interrupted by Luo Qi again.

"But if that monster never recovers, this dark wood forest will be the best place for those people to live."

"Headmaster."

"These people may not be wrong in their choice."