"You haven't sent anyone in?"
Fang Luo turned to look at Lu Wenjun, who was expressionless.
The other party didn't seem to be interested in these.
He was very surprised.
This is a golden crystal that can awaken a variety of powers. Even ancient tribes cannot resist the temptation.
Shouldn't the witch hunter guard this place and send his own people to mine it?
"At the beginning, people were sent in, but none of them came out. Moreover, the stronger the people, the faster they will die after entering. On the contrary, ordinary people have a certain chance of survival."
Lu Wenjun: "But we don't want to use ordinary people's lives to gain a little chance to obtain crystals."
Fang Luo said nothing.
The admiration for the witch hunter deepened in my heart.
With the strength of the witch hunter, he could completely force or, like the traders, trick the survivors into entering the light curtain.
But no.
"Let's go to the warehouse."
Fang Luo glanced at the screen and had no intention of going in. Although the golden crystal was very tempting, Fang Luo did not want to gamble with his life.
The world behind the light curtain gave him a strong sense of crisis.
Come to the warehouse.
This warehouse covers an area of nearly a thousand square meters.
"Xiao Luo,"
Lu Wenjun's tone became more affectionate: "How much food do you have?"
"not much."
Fang Luo told the truth.
Most of the rice was left at the manor, with only what had been accumulated during this time in the space.
"not much?"
Lu Wenjun was slightly disappointed, but he was still looking forward to it. Even if it wasn't much, it should be more than 5,000 kilograms.
However, when Fang Luo released all the food, he almost died of fright.
Crash.
A heavy rain of rice fell from the air and flooded the entire warehouse in an instant. Lu Wenjun was almost buried.
"This, this, this..."
Lu Wenjun was speechless. He kept saying the word "this" for a long time without getting any words.
Isn't this called much?
It took a long time before Lu Wenjun said "fog grass".
"Xiao Luo,"
Lu Wenjun swallowed and said with difficulty to Fang Luo: "Is this true?"
He looked at a warehouse of rice.
This is at least 100,000 kilograms.
He stepped forward tremblingly, grabbed a handful of rice, and pricked his hand. It turned out to be true.
"Very good!"
Lu Wenjun stamped his feet in surprise: "This is enough for tens of thousands of survivors to survive for several days."
"Xiao Luo, thank you, thank you."
Lu Wenjun held Fang Luo's hand excitedly, his eyes lighting up.
"You're welcome."
Fang Luo shook his head: "This is all the result of Susu's hard work yesterday."
"Susu?"
Lu Wenjun was stunned. What does this have to do with his granddaughter?
Could it be last night...
Fang Luo must have some special power, plus the blessing of his granddaughter's wood power, that's why he produced so much rice.
He was excited again.
"Susu, you have to work harder. The life and death of the Yan Kingdom depends on you."
"grandfather!"
Lu Su was so embarrassed and annoyed. No matter what nonsense grandpa said, why did he have to rely on himself?
"Thank you."
Fang Luo also teased Lu Su jokingly.
"Grandpa Lu, do you still have a warehouse?" Fang Luo asked again.
"Do you still have food?!" Lu Wenjun's eyes widened.
"Um."
Fang Luo nodded.
Lu Wenjun almost fainted with happiness, Yan Guo was saved, Yan Guo was saved.
Lu Wenjun looked at Fang Luo's expression now, as if he were looking at a national treasure.
He only regretted that he only had such a granddaughter, otherwise it would not take long to revitalize the Yan Kingdom.
The shelter also has 5 warehouses.
Fang Luofang filled it all up, a total of 600,000 kilograms of rice.
There was still a lot of rice in the space, but there was no place to put it, so Fang Luo didn't take it out.
Lu Wenjun was extremely excited.
Immediately ordered people to strictly guard the warehouse and slowly distribute it to survivors in need.
Get ready to leave.
When I walked to the light curtain, I found a large group of people gathered nearby, talking about something.
"The little boy actually got in!"
"His father is dead inside. He probably went to look for his father."
"Why didn't you stop me?"
"Why are you stopping him? He's looking for death. What obligation do we have to stop him? What if he blames us for delaying his treasure hunt?"
"Yes, don't delay his glorious growth."
Listened to a few words.
Fang Luo did not stop and left directly.
Along the way, Lu Wenjun's mood was very high. During the conversation, he wanted Fang Luo to take a rest.
Fang Luo couldn't help but refute the old man's thoughts.
Fortunately, I worked hard for two days.
Previously, Xue Qianqian could only produce 100,000 kilograms of grain per day by ripening alone. Now that Lu Su has joined, taking over day and night, we can produce 200,000 jins a day.
Lu Wenjun simply burst into laughter.
I dreamed that Yan Guo would be saved.
In the morning, he even took the initiative to get up and help Fang Luo serve porridge.
While I was drinking porridge, a witch hunter hurriedly broke into the house: "Führer, something happened!"
"What happened?"
Lu Wenjun's face changed in a second and became serious.
"The frontline encountered a large-scale zombie invasion." The witch hunter panted heavily, as if he had rushed back from the frontline.
"How is it going?!"
Lu Wenjun stood up and put his hands on the table. His fingers turned white and he felt very uneasy.
The witch hunter took a breath and said: "A human appeared among the zombies, claiming to be a descendant of the gods, and attracted all the spirits under the goddess.
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of thousands of zombies appeared again, and then...
Then Director Xu actually opened the protective wall and let the zombies in..."
Lu Wenjun's face turned pale.
In the past, witch hunters were able to resist zombies mainly by relying on the spirit tribe led by the goddess, and witch hunters were only deputy.
Now the other party is holding back the Spirit Tribe.
In addition, someone opened the protective wall from the inside and sent zombies in.
It is impossible to stop tens of thousands of witch hunters.
One night.
I am afraid that the front line has collapsed and there is no time for reinforcements.
"Damn Xu Chenliang,"
Lu Wenjun slammed the table angrily: "He must have known that his father's plan failed, so he deliberately opened the protective wall. This is to put Yan Guo to death!"
"It's all my fault. I didn't expect the Xu family to be so crazy. It's all my fault."
Lu Wenjun blamed himself endlessly.
"Descendants of the Gods?"
Fang Luogang couldn't help but pause as he drank the porridge. Is there a second descendant of the Gods in this world?
He asked Long Bingxue with his eyes.
"Little Master, I don't know either." Long Bingxue shook her head in confusion, but she was certain that Fang Luo was a true descendant of the Gods.
"interesting."
Fang Luo drank the contents of the bowl in one gulp and wiped his mouth: "Grandpa Lu, take me to the front line to have a look."
"Xiao Luo, you want to go to the front line?!"
After hearing what Fang Luo said, Lu Wenjun did not agree.
Although Fang Luo showed great strength, there were hundreds of thousands of zombies and there were still witch clans there, so that was no joke.
It is already very difficult for Fang Luo to be able to provide food now. If something happens to Fang Luo again, the Yan Kingdom will be completely finished.
He can have trouble, but Fang Luo absolutely can't.
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