Chapter 1097
The Blessings of the "Well God"?
Mo Fan, He Yu, and the Magic Association team naturally had to travel together.
Zhang Xiaohou was still following He Yu around in a daze, completely oblivious to the long-distance migration that was about to take place.
The villagers who remained began to move into the well.
The "well" in Luohua Village is not an ordinary well, but a refuge cave dug by the ancestors a hundred years ago.
The well is a hidden world, with several interconnected earthen cellars extending horizontally, storing enough food and water to sustain dozens of people for ten days to half a month.
They sealed the wellhead with thick wooden planks and stone slabs, and then bolted it from the inside, leaving only a few hidden ventilation holes.
Before leaving, Su Xiaoluo squatted by the well and choked up as she looked at the well opening.
"Aunt Liu, Uncle Chen, you must...you must hold on until the military comes to rescue us!"
A muffled response came from down the mine.
It sounds like "Don't worry," but it also sounds like "Go on your way."
The wooden planks were eventually put on, covering the area completely.
Xie Sang took one last look at Luohua Village, at the sealed well, at the ancestral home where he had lived for over sixty years, sighed deeply, turned his head, and said in a hoarse voice.
"Let's go."
The team set off.
Fu Ye followed the group, walking at the very back at a leisurely pace.
Liu Ru and Liu Xian continued to follow him silently, as if they were just two shadows.
He walked with an air of nonchalance, as if he were not in a desolate wasteland where he might encounter the dead at any moment, but rather taking a stroll in his own backyard.
No one noticed that as he passed the sealed well, his left sleeve twitched slightly, and his index and middle fingers joined together to draw an extremely simple rune inside the sleeve, which contained the ultimate spatial laws.
The rune did not emit any light or magical fluctuations. Even Liu Ru, who was standing right next to it, only vaguely felt the surrounding space distort slightly, which disappeared in an instant.
Space Seal - Double Nested Restriction.
The outer barrier isolates the well from any sign of life; it is impervious to decaying corpses and ignored by the undead. Unless deliberately explored by a being of monarch level or higher, this well will appear to the undead as nothing more than an ordinary, lifeless piece of earth and stone.
The inner layer of restrictions and the fixed-point spatial teleportation array will automatically trigger in three days. At that time, all residents underground will be safely and completely teleported to the military shelter inside the northern city wall of the ancient capital.
Fu Ye withdrew his finger and continued walking forward.
He didn't tell anyone.
They didn't tell Mo Fan and the others, nor did they tell the villagers who were in the well.
They need these three days to live quietly in this dark and gloomy shelter, embracing fear and perhaps regret.
He doesn't need their gratitude; he's just doing what he wants to do.
The group left Luohua Village, walked along the dirt road softened by the rain, and passed the black bloodstains left after the green ghost's corpse was killed the night before.
The sky was overcast, and it looked like it was going to rain again.
Xie Sang, leaning on his wooden cane, walked at the front of the group, his steps unsteady yet firm.
He would glance back at the line from time to time, counting the number of people, his eyes filled with pain and determination.
Su Xiaoluo helped Zhang Xiaohou.
Or rather, Zhang Xiaohou followed her blankly.
Although this big man with amnesia can't remember anyone, he instinctively feels close to those who treat him kindly.
He was like a child; if Su Xiaoluo went east, he went east; if Su Xiaoluo stopped, he stopped.
Hong Jun walked beside Su Xiaoluo, keeping a watchful eye on their surroundings while occasionally glancing at Zhang Xiaohou with a complicated look.
His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just mumbled a sentence.
"Xiao Luo, you rest for a while, I'll help him up."
Su Xiaolu shook her head.
"It's alright, he's not heavy. Go and check the road conditions ahead for the village chief."
Hong Jun said "Oh" and reluctantly walked ahead, turning back to look at himself after a few steps.
He Yu saw all of this and sighed softly. She pulled Mo Fan aside and whispered.
"That young man named Hong Jun seems to have some hostility towards Miss Su. And he seems to be somewhat hostile towards Xiao Hou."
Mo Fan pursed his lips.
"Even a blind man could see that."
She paused, then sighed. "It's not his fault. Anyone would be unhappy if the girl they like was taking care of another guy all the time."
But Xiao Hou is a patient now.
"So he held back and didn't lash out."
Mo Fan glanced at Hong Jun's back.
"However, this kid isn't a bad person. When that undead lunged at Miss Su just now, he rushed at it with all his might. It's quite remarkable that a beginner mage dared to confront that mutant corpse head-on."
He Yu nodded and said nothing more.
Fu Ye followed at the back of the group, taking in these conversations.
He offered no comment, simply gazing calmly at the increasingly gloomy sky ahead.
Luohua Village is no longer visible.
The group moved slowly across the wasteland.
They encountered some undead blocking their way, but they were all dealt with by the group.
three days later.
Military shelter inside the northern city wall of the ancient capital.
The officers on duty that day were counting the number of the new batch of refugees entering the city when suddenly, the space behind the quartermaster department distorted slightly.
He rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.
In the next instant, more than twenty elderly, weak, women and children appeared out of thin air on the open ground. They were all covered in dust and looked terrified. They were holding cotton quilts, water bottles and half-eaten black bread in their hands.
The officer's mouth dropped open, and the roster in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.
The old woman at the head of the group, with her hunched back, looked around blankly.
His cloudy old eyes saw the majestic northern city wall of the ancient capital not far away, the military flags fluttering in the wind, and the dumbfounded young officer.
She stood there stunned for a long time.
Then, she knelt down shakily, her old, cracked lips moving as if she were muttering something.
The other villagers gradually came to their senses and knelt down on the ground.
No one knows how they got here.
No one knows who saved them.
All they remember is that it was dark, stuffy, and cold down in the mine.
Then there was light.
And then they were here.
As the group passed through the last patch of withered thorns, the blurry outline of the ancient capital's northern city wall finally appeared ahead.
Xie Sang's hand, which was holding the wooden cane, was trembling.
The old village chief, who had guarded Luohua Village for more than 60 years, had tears welling up in his cloudy eyes.
The thirty-odd households of villagers who had followed him in their migration were now ragged and staggering.
But when the majestic city, a symbol of safety and protection, came into view, everyone quickened their pace without prior arrangement.
Alive.
They made it there alive.
Zhang Xiaohou was also in the crowd.
His gaze remained vacant as He Yu helped him trudged along the hard, dry dirt road in the wilderness.
The hideous scar on his face, running diagonally from the back of his head to his cheek, appeared a terrifying bluish-black in the twilight.
Although the wound has scabbed over, the edges still have an unnatural blackish tinge.
Su Xiaoluo used up all the detoxifying ointment she made herself, but it could only suppress the symptoms, not cure the root cause.
Looking at the scar, He Yu felt as if her heart was being repeatedly cut and ground by a dull knife.
She dared not cry, only a bitter taste stuck in her throat.
Mo Fan walked silently at the back of the line, his fists clenching and unclenching repeatedly.
Just then, Fu Ye stopped in front of Zhang Xiaohou.
He Yu instinctively held her breath. (End of Chapter)