At the moment when the dark night came, the trees swaying in the windless forest of the long river stopped, and they emitted colorful light.

Not just trees, but most of the things that still exist in the aperture gradually illuminate colorful light.

The long river forest is reflected like a fairyland.

But the color is too brilliant and always gives people a greasy feeling, just like applying the darkest color to a dirty canvas.

The light rising in the dark night can be seen in every location called the Low Hill Yuan.

"How many have they not been harvested?" When night came, Huang Mao and his two talisman masters found the rice fields and found Lu Kui to ask.

The night is hazy and I can't see how much rice is left.

"It has been collected almost 90%." Lu Kui gasped slightly. If it weren't for the help of patrol members, he would probably not be able to be so efficient.

Master Mao Fu shook his head and said, "It's nowhere to be seen, let them retreat, don't have anything happened at this time."

Lu Kui nodded, turned around and shouted loudly, asking everyone to withdraw to the village.

The tired villagers were still a little reluctant, but there were too many dangers to face in the dark wilderness.

No one knows when the shadow monsters hidden in the night will attack them.

They had to retreat from the fields.

When they returned to the village, many villagers began to join the threshing work. They had to thresh all the harvested rice into sacks overnight.

The patrol team only left basic patrol staff, and the rest were sent to help.

Zhou Fan and the four warriors in Sanqiu Village were called into the Jigong House by Huang Mao and two masters of Fu, and began to discuss how to migrate.

The migration of more than a thousand people is a very tedious task. By the time the discussion was completed, it was already late at night, and there was only one and a half hours left before dawn.

Considering that they will face more dangers when entering the wild tomorrow, the village did not let the villagers stay awake, but instead let them go back to rest after the matter was done in a hurry.

Zhou Fan left the patrol camp and walked in the quiet village. His face was very calm and he did not have much sadness.

When he returned to his own house, the old man came out of the house and shook his tail at him. Zhou Fan patted the old dog's head and took it into the house.

Everything that could be taken away in the house was packed up and stacked in the main hall.

Zhou Yimu and Guifeng were not asleep yet and saw Zhou Fan coming back, so they quickly persuaded him to go for a meal.

Zhou Fan asked them to go and rest quickly. They had been busy all day today and had to get up early tomorrow to rush. It was very dangerous to be in a trance in the wild.

Zhou Yinmu and his wife returned to the room.

Zhou Fan looked at his parents' backs and could feel his parents' concerns, which were his concerns about the unknown future.

In fact, it was not only Zhou Yimu and his wife, but Zhou Fan also felt pressured. He was not afraid of walking in the wild alone, but he was very worried about bringing ordinary people like his parents.

Zhou Fan ate some things randomly to fill his stomach, but just drank a few sips of cold-flame wine, combined with the mental method of Yanyang energy to refine it, and then lay down on the bed and went to bed.

Entering the Ash River space, he appeared on the boat again.

Zhou Fan just glanced at him and saw the fog.

There was an iron pot in front of the square table. The red mud stove under the iron pot was spewing hot yellow flames, and the flames made the hot oil in the iron pot sizzle.

Pour various seasonings into a white jade plate and mix them with flour, then stick the chopped strange fish fillets to the flour in the sticky basin, throw them into an iron pot and fry them.

While frying the soul fish fillets, he picked them up with chopsticks to eat, making him feel relaxed and comfortable.

Zhou Fan walked towards him.

Wu ignored Zhou Fan and just ate fried fish cubes silently. When there was no trade, Wu became very cold and arrogant.

Zhou Fan told Wu what he saw today.

After hearing this, Wu said calmly, "You can't deal with Caiyi's body, so run away quickly."

"What is the origin of the colorful clothes?" Zhou Fan thought for a while.

"One Lifespan." The fog quoted the price, which is the price of the color clothing information.

"What if I want you to deal with the Caiyi body for me?" Zhou Fan asked tentatively, he wanted to confirm whether this thing could be dealt with, or whether there was a way for the fog to deal with it?

The chopsticks in Wu's hand paused, glanced at Zhou Fan and said, "There is no chance, you can't afford this price."

That is to be able to deal with it. Zhou Fan thought silently in his heart, but Wu didn't want to say much, so Zhou Fan could only walk aside and practice sword skills.

Those gray bugs cannot be used easily, and he also needs to think about whether these gray bugs should be exchanged with the fog.

Besides, even if I use it to exchange the fight skills and blood gold of the "Purple Gold Eight Armors" with the fog, I will not have time to practice it.

Zhou Fan fell asleep too late, and he was forced to exit the Huihe space without practicing sword skills for a long time.

The fog had already removed the things on the table. He was drinking tea. He watched Zhou Fan's figure disappear before he put down the tea cup.

"Colored yarn..." Wu lowered her head and muttered to herself, the emotions contained in her voice were very complicated.

...

He leaned against the trees in a daze. The dead trees behind him were flowing colorful light, and similar light was emitted around him.

The bright and dazzling light made it take him a long time to get used to it after he woke up.

His face and body were covered with mud. He wiped it with his hands and a layer of mud fell down.

His eyes seemed confused.

He couldn't remember who he was, and he patted his head with annoyed look on his face.

He looked up at the brighter sky in the aperture and the blue-gray sky.

He lowered his head and looked around again, and he felt as if he was in a fairyland.

He has read many books, and some miscellaneous books describe the fairyland as well as here. The colorful colors give him a sense of intimacy.

He reached out and touched the fine spores that were wriggling on the trees. A series of spores climbed up to his hand, making a strange sound that only he could hear.

The colorful spores that should have felt disgusted also gave him a very friendly feeling. He frowned slightly and shook off the spores in his hand.

He stood up and walked slowly in the colorful dead forest. It was beautiful here, but he couldn't help but think of going outside.

He walked slowly with a mud covered in mud, and soon he saw many people like him, walking out of the forest like him.

He should have been pleased and went over to say hello, but he didn't do that, just walked outside step by step firmly.

Those people also turned a blind eye to him.

He was a little puzzled, but he didn't think much about it. He saw the boundary of the aperture.

After pausing, he took a step, without any obstacles, easily crossed the aperture and went outside.

It seemed as if a familiar scene filled his vision, and he was returning to the earth from a fairyland.

This fact was confirmed deep in his heart, which made him feel joy in his own heart.
Chapter completed!