The strongest reserve for the doomsday

Zheng Qian stood up, and was about to walk towards the left-hand side, which is where I am now, when she suddenly stopped, and then stammered, and said with a little embarrassment:

"Dao Chief, but there is also a wall over

there!" "Damn!"

I turned around and looked, Nima!

I forgot that this road was a dead end, and when I got here, it was the end of the road, and there were walls on three sides.

"Eh~ It's okay. "

Steady, we can win!"

I said it was all right, and walked over to the room on the left, an ordinary house in the village, with no windows and no doors.

But after I picked up a flashlight and shone it around this wall, I found out. There is a rectangular crack in this wall.

Although this door is almost one with the wall, it can't withstand the illumination of my demon mirror, a strong flashlight, and the prototype is exposed.

It's already past 5 o'clock in the evening, and the sky is now cloudy, so it's almost dark now.

There is only a trace of gray light in the sky, reminding us that the crystal

is still there, and there is still hope now! But time, it is no longer allowed me to be so low-key, I took a few steps back, and then I put away the umbrella, braved the heavy rain, and rushed to the front, at a distance of about 1 meter from the wall, I jumped up, raised my heels, and looked at this hidden stone gate, which was a foot of Foshan without a shadow and kicked up.

"Bang~"

In an instant, I felt that the whole stone door collapsed towards the inside.

"Goo Dong ~"

and then there was a sound of Goo Dong falling into the water below.

As soon as I heard this voice, I hurriedly retreated to the back, and Zheng Yan had already opened the umbrella for me and walked over. Give me an umbrella.

I also immediately took out a strong flashlight from my belt and shone it towards Li Amin in this room.

It was not actually a house, but a small pavilion, built on the edge of the river.

And the turbulent water at the foot of the "city wall" also poured directly into the small river outside through the edge of this small pavilion built by the river.

I saw that in this house, there was nothing but a table of eight immortals, plus 3 or 4 stools. asked Zheng Yan and Zheng Qian outside to come in quickly.

"Come in, it's safe here.

So, Zheng Qian and Zheng Yan also immediately walked in here.

The reason why it is said to be a pavilion and not a house is that the house has only a wall and a door on the main road near the village. But now the door has been scrapped by me.

The house, near the river, has no walls, only three pine pillars about 30 centimeters thick.

That's why I'm saying that this is a pavilion, and that's the truth.

Although it was raining heavily outside, not a single drop of rain had fallen from the tiles inside the small pavilion. But inside the pavilion, it is not very dry, because the rain does not fall directly from it, but the moisture and small water droplets will be blown into the house with the strong wind.

This small pavilion is close to this side of the river, and we illuminated it with a strong flashlight, and found that this place turned out to have a suspension bridge.

He said that he had it because now there were only two suspension cables left in this place, and the planks on the bridge deck had long since rotted and fallen into the river.

I adjusted the aperture of the flashlight, focused the light on a single point, and then used the flashlight to shine on the other side of the river, and beyond.

I found that the river is not very wide, and it is only about 30 meters wide, although the current seems to be relatively fast and the sound of the water is very loud.

On this side of the river, it is entirely the architecture of this village. But once you cross the river, it's a different story.

Actually, there is nothing to see, just farmland.

But now, in our opinion, these farmlands are much cuter than this weird village.

Because we knew that we would only need to walk through this farmland in less than 5 minutes to reach the warm Paris where we have straw mattresses.

When we finally got out of this ghost village after all the hardships, standing in this small pavilion and looking at the scene in front of us, Zheng Qian, Zheng Yan, and I all had an indescribable sense of relaxation and pleasure.

But not long after, we suddenly realized that there was a problem in front of us when we went home. That is—

"How to cross the river!"

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