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The sunset, reflecting the sea of clouds, dyed everything a dazzling red.

Looking at the clouds dyed red by the glow in the distance, Zhang Chunjun's mood was extremely heavy.

Wu Jin walked up to him and squatted down with a sad face.

"Headmaster."

"Can we hide from this catastrophe?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chunjun's body, who was looking at the sea of clouds, shook slightly, and then turned his head to look at him with some vigilance, he saw Wu Jin, and the vigilance in his heart gradually faded.

"Xiao Wu."

Zhang Chunjun frowned slightly, and said with some hesitation: "You ......." ”

"Huh."

Towards Zhang Chunjun, who wanted to speak and stopped, Wu Jin shook his head a little depressed.

He chuckled lightly before he said, "Headmaster, how could I not notice the increasingly gloomy sky and the increasingly dreary climate?" ”

"Besides, snow in winter and rain in summer is the law of nature."

Wu Jin lowered his head slightly, looked at the ground in front of him, and said, "Principal, you say." ”

"If there is a landslide, will the people here be able to hide?"

Hearing this, Zhang Chunjun's lips squirmed slightly, but in the end, he could only sigh.

The old man turned his head, continued to look at the red clouds in the sky, and said, "Xiao Wu." ”

"Life is always full of accidents."

"And birth, old age, sickness and death are things that everyone has to experience."

"In the face of natural disasters, we are too small."

"But how many people in the world can not die?"

Zhang Chunjun raised his right hand to his forehead, and his eyes were slightly lowered to look at the sunset that was about to disappear behind the mountain under the sea of red clouds.

"Since you can't escape death in the end."

"Even if you feel a little regretful and unwilling, you can only ask for a clear conscience."

"Xiao Wu, sometimes it takes more courage to live than to die."

"I'm old."

"If you really have the chance, even if you have to exchange your life for a life, I hope you can live."

Hearing this, Wu Jin's face changed slightly.

He turned his head with some emotion, looking at the old man's rickety body, and there was a little moisture in his eyes.

"Headmaster."

"Alright."

Zhang Chunjun waved his hand and turned around and walked past Wu Jin's side.

"I'll go see if the bridge is finished."

"For our safety, we must get out of here as soon as possible."

The whole of the bridge has been built, but because of the use of wooden nails, the whole bridge is still not strong.

What is missing is just some iron nails to strengthen the bridge.

Luo Qi brought back iron nails, 300 catties of rice, and more than 100 catties of water that was a little dirty, but as long as it was slightly filtered, it could be drunk.

Dinner consisted of small portions of rice, mixed with a little mouse offal, and everyone was given some water.

There isn't much water, but it's better than nothing.

Everyone cherished the water in the lunch box in their hands, and everyone seemed to be tasting some kind of elixir and jade liquid, trying their best not to waste the slightest but very restrained not to gobble up, but to sip in small sips.

After dinner, Xu Shi led people to work overtime and finally completed the wooden bridge.

Compared with the simple bridge body that Luo Qi made with wooden planks yesterday, the wooden bridge built by everyone this time is obviously much more attractive.

The edges of each birch plank are carefully polished by a professional carpenter like Xu Shi, so that they appear extraordinarily compact, and the gaps between them are almost invisible to the naked eye.

The whole bridge is about seven meters long, slightly convex in the middle, but not obvious, and the two ends are padded with three layers of wood, which is extraordinarily thick.

On both sides of the bridge, guardrails with simple shapes but reinforced with iron nails are installed.

Luo Qi put the wooden bridge on the gap, tried to jump on it several times, and after personally verifying the sturdiness of the wooden bridge, he gave Xu Shi and the others a thumbs up.

When night fell, more than 900 people who had eaten dinner dismantled the canvas tents and gathered in front of the crack five or six meters wide.

Luo Qi summoned the two-headed flame horse, drove the flame horse over the crack, and reached the other side of the crack first.

He drove the heat flow from his body to his eyes, looked around, and after making sure that there was no danger, he turned to the more than 900 survivors on the other side of the rift, and said, "It's safe here!" ”

"After building the bridge, cross them one by one, the elderly and children are the first priority!"

"Zheng Yimao! Keep the search team members in order! ”

When he said the last sentence, Luo Qi unconsciously gathered the heat in his body to his throat.

Then, his voice was as loud as a blast of thunder, sending it far into the depths of the night, stirring up a burst of echoes.

After his voice, most of the survivors still felt as if countless flies were flying in their ears, and they only felt the buzzing sound incessantly.

Zheng Yimao shook his dizzy head, and after a long while, he calmed down, and said loudly towards Luo Qi with all his might: "Little brother! ”

"I got it!!"

Zheng Yimao's voice was obviously not as loud as Luo Qi's, but it was enough to pass through the crack and reach Luo Qi's ears.

Luo Qi pulled the flame rope slightly and stopped at the edge of the crack.

At one end of the wooden bridge, it was placed on the ground in front of Luo Qi.

The first to cross the wooden bridge was Zhang Chunjun.

Then, there are Chen Qian, Du Li and Xu Ruoyu.

Behind them were all the old people and children among the more than 900 survivors.

Then there were women, and then it was the turn of Li Fatzi to be as strong.

Luo Qi stood in front of the bridge, not daring to relax for a moment.

Fortunately, although there were more than 900 people, they crossed the bridge in an orderly manner.

Although it took most of the night, everyone passed the wooden bridge safely.

Seeing that nothing had happened, everyone set up tents in the same place and rebuilt the bonfire.

The glimmer of the morning light illuminates the contours of the night.

The more than 900 survivors who had rebuilt the camp began to rest.

The crowd slept until noon, and most of them were awakened with hunger.

After lunch, the more than 900 people who were still exhausted, except for a hundred search team members and those who patrolled in shifts, the rest continued to stay in the tents to rest.

And Luo Qi, who was also very tired, cheered up and took the drowsy more than 100 people to search the surroundings again.

On the other side of the cresmet, the scenery has not changed much from before, except that the slopes of the hills appear denser, overlapping and overlapping, as if the mountains have shrunk many times over.

The road also seems more difficult to walk.

Other than that, it doesn't seem to be any different, it's all pitch black ground, and it's all ravines that can be seen everywhere.

But when Luo Qi led the people to the top of a towering dirt slope, what appeared in front of him was a piece of green that he had not seen for a long time.

It was a forest, a forest with no end in sight.

Well, it's late to come back.

Because of the day shift.

Uh, there's one more chapter, and I'll send it later.

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