The path leading to the village was a complete mess. There were destroyed wooden huts, scattered haystacks, and some brown blood stains …
It was obvious that the place was under attack, but why was there no one around?
"Sigh, I'm so thirsty. Let's hope the well isn't dirty," Shorty saw a well in the middle of the village and immediately ran toward it.
Shorty poked his head down and saw a pitch-black well. As he was trying to figure out a way to get the water back up, a face suddenly poked out from the well. It was almost touching Shorty's face.
The two faces were startled. Shorty fell to the ground, while a loud plop came from the well!
The crowd immediately turned around. They immediately knew there was someone in the well when they saw Shorty's reaction.
…
After fishing out the person who had fallen into the well, the young man, who was drenched all over, saw that they were all alive and let out a big sigh of relief.
"You're Hong Jun?" The muscular man recognized the young man and quickly went up to him.
"You're … oh, you're Sapling from the neighboring village!" Hong Jun recognized the muscular man.
"What happened in the village? Why is there no one here? Do you know where the people of Sunny Goat Village went?" asked Sapling.
"I don't know where the people of your village went, but I have to go down and greet them first. They're going to suffocate if they don't come out for some fresh air," said Hong Jun.
…
The well was not huge, yet over a hundred villagers were climbing out from it. Mo Fan was dumbfounded. How deep was the well to fit so many people?
The villagers climbed out from the well and gathered around the well. They did not dare to leave the area and head to the other parts of the village.
In the end, when a man and a woman climbed out from the well at the same time, Mo Fan's eyes widened as he stared at the man.
Mo Fan initially thought the man would come over to greet him, but the man simply followed the girl and walked past him. He was indifferent to Mo Fan, who was standing right beside him, like a stranger.
Mo Fan was stunned before he could recover from the surprise. He quickly grabbed Zhang Xiaohou before he could walk too far away. < p >
"What … what are you doing?" The one who spoke was Su Xiaoluo. She glared at the outsider who had grabbed Zhang Xiaohou all of a sudden.
"You don't recognize me?" Mo Fan stared at Zhang Xiaohou in astonishment.
Zhang Xiaohou stared at Mo Fan too. His eyes were filled with confusion.
"You know him?" Su Xiaoluo was overjoyed as she blurted out to Mo.
Mo Fan's jaw dropped. He glanced at Zhang Xiaohou, who still had a blank expression on his face, and glanced at Su Xiaoluo, who was reacting to him. Was this the legendary amnesia???
The person in front of him was obviously Zhang Xiaohou. Even though he was as skinny as a monkey, Mo Fan could still recognize him with a single glance.
Mo Fan stared at Zhang Xiaohou, who did not recognize him at all. Even though it seemed like the guy had indeed lost his memory, he still grabbed him and gave him a huge hug.
"As long as you're not dead, as long as you're not f * * king dead!" Mo Fan patted him on the shoulder and took a deep breath.
…
…
The morning sunlight was still dimmed by the gloomy clouds. The village was dim when the sunlight shone upon it.
The rain had stopped, but the clouds did not disperse. They continued to pile up above Xianchi all day.
"Fu Da … oh no, Zhang Xiaohou, I thought you were going to be a block of wood for the rest of your life. Someone is here to pick you up," said Su Xiaoluo with a brilliant smile.
"I'm not leaving," Zhang Xiaohou blurted out to Su Xiaoluo, as if he was afraid of losing something.
"That won't do, your friend said you're a soldier. He'll bring you back for treatment. Who knows, maybe your amnesia will be cured?" said Su Xiaoluo.
"I …" Zhang Xiaohou did not know how to express his thoughts. He could only stare at Su Xiaoluo.
Mo Fan stood at the side. He could easily tell that Zhang Xiaohou seemed to be quite reliant on the girl after losing his memory.
However, on second thought, it did make sense. The wounds on Zhang Xiaohou's body had formed scars, and there was even a long centipede on the back of his head. He was only lucky to have met Su Xiaoluo, who was a doctor.
"What's the point of leaving? We've made up our minds. While the sky is still bright, we'll move to the Ancient Capital at once …" Said Hong Jun to Zhang Xiaohou and Su Xiaoluo.
"Are we leaving the village?" asked Su Xiaoluo.
"Yeah, the village is no longer safe. If we stay any longer, we're all going to die here," said Hong Jun.
As he spoke, Hong Jun pointed in another direction. The village chief, Xie Sang, was already mobilizing the villagers to pack their luggage.
"I also think it's better for you all to leave this place as soon as possible," said Mo Fan with a nod.
"Alright, Zhang Xiaohou, let's go together," said Su Xiaoluo with a smile.
Zhang Xiaohou nodded vigorously. It was obvious that he had turned into Su Xiaoluo's follower. He would follow her wherever she went.
Mo Fan shook his head helplessly when he saw Zhang Xiaohou's pig-like appearance.
I've come all the way here to find you, yet you're here flirting with girls!
…
The villagers had different opinions. Some of the stubborn ones were determined not to go anywhere. They would rather stay in the well and endure the hardship than leave the village.
In their opinion, leaving the village would result in a quicker death.
Chief Xie Sang suggested that they should leave the village, thus he had no choice but to gather those who were willing to leave the village.
However, the number of people who were willing to leave the village was not as high as he imagined. Most of them chose to stay.
"The village is already in such a state, are you still going to stay here and wait for your deaths?" yelled Su Xiaoluo angrily at the stubborn villagers.
"Yeah, let's leave together. We'll only be killed by the undead if we stay in the village. We've already lost our protection," said the young man called Gouzi.
"We've made up our minds," said a middle-aged man as he sat down beside the well.
"It'll take at least two to three days to reach the Ancient Capital. We'll have to stay outside for two nights. That's the same as committing suicide," said an old woman.
"Zhang Xiaohou's friends will escort us to the Ancient Capital. We'll be safe once we reach the outer walls," said Su Xiaoluo.
"A few young kids, how are we going to deal with the undead out there? We won't leave, either way! "
"It's getting late, hurry up if you want to leave. The longer you delay, the more dangerous it will be …" said an old man.
Su Xiaoluo bit her lips. She had no idea what to do.
They would surely die if they stayed here. The undead did not care if they were drinking from the well, nor did they care about the Ash Wood Pillars. Hiding in the well was only a temporary measure. There was no way they could save their lives.
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