The rain washed away some of the dirt, making it look natural.
In order to make it look more realistic, Xu Qianyao offered his backpack, threw it on the ground to make it dirty, and filled it with half-eaten bread, biscuits, and a few bottles of freshly filled mud water.
The six-person walkie-talkies and other items were packed in plastic bags and hidden at the bottom.
Jiang Fei took the initiative to ask for the backpack and put some things in it.
Just to have a shield so that I can take supplies from the supermarket.
The comrades on the military trucks stayed where they were and were responsible for the support.
Xu Qianyao took Jiang Fei and others to Huaiyuan Village.
When Jiang Fei saw a huge stone placed at the intersection with a vague bird pattern carved on it, he clenched his fists instantly.
She's been here.
In her previous life, Xu Yichen and Yu Xuanjiao sold her to the cannibal village at this place.
It turns out...the cannibal village is called Huaiyuan Village.
Restraining the hatred rising in his heart, Jiang Fei pretended nothing happened and walked forward.
More than ten minutes later, a village filled with brick houses came into view.
Just as Xu Qianyao and others were about to enter, a group of people wearing raincoats and holding iron forks suddenly ran out from the small houses on both sides.
"Don't move! What are you doing?!"
Xu Qianyao pretended to be weak and said, "We are survivors from Lincheng. We wanted to go to the safe house in Qingyang City. We couldn't walk any more. We saw a house here, so we wanted to borrow some supplies..."
"Don't be nervous... We have no ill intentions..."
The villagers looked at Xu Qianyao and his companions.
There was no clean spot from head to toe, he couldn't even stand straight, and he looked completely harmless.
Most importantly, they are all young.
The fat man in the lead waved his hand and asked the other villagers to lay down their weapons.
The fat man smiled and said, "The world is not peaceful. I thought you were here to steal something."
"Since you are refugees, then follow me in. It's not easy for you to get here. You must be tired all the way. I will find a place for you to rest."
Xu Qianyao was "touched" and shook the fat man's hand: "Thank you... May good people live a peaceful life..."
"Why are you being so polite? We Chinese should help each other."
The fat man took Xu Qianyao and the others into a small house on the roadside at the entrance of the village and brought out 6 pieces of paper and pencils.
"Our village has a rule that everyone who comes in must register. Please write down your name, age, and ID number."
To avoid having their real names known, Jiang Fei and his companions all used fake names.
Jiang Fei made up the name Huang Dani, Lu Yu was Niu Xiangqian, Xu Qianyao was Sun Youqian, Yin Jing was Jing Jing, Cao Xingying was Chen Xing, and Huang Wenzhou was Wang Zhou.
The ID number and age are real.
Anyway, there is no internet now, so I can’t find anything about my ID number.
After writing the message, the fat man collected the papers one by one.
I found that two of the girls were in their early 20s, the others were around 25 years old, and only one was 28 years old. A gleam of light flashed in the fat man's eyes.
This group of refugees is good.
The fat man called a woman over and said with a smile, "There is one last rule when entering our village: a body search."
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