After eating, someone came to collect the dishes.

The people in the room were tilted on the hay in groups of three or three, some were whispering, while others were silently hunching their heads without saying a word.

They all know what the fate would be waiting for, but they are powerless to resist.

Feng Wuyou looked at these people and felt a little sympathetic.

The emergence of the Divine Guard greatly enhanced the strength of the Maiman, and even allowed them to compete with Shengman to some extent.

But after all, it is a tragedy for ordinary people.

Only a divine guard can be produced in hundreds of people. This probability is no different from a death sentence.

Of course, some people here yearn for going to the Shenquan. They all know what kind of treatment they will be after becoming a Shengu, and they all think that they will be the special one and can pass the test of the Shenquan.

For such people, Feng Wuyou can only appreciate their optimism.

With such a low probability, why is it your turn?

Feng Wuyou never thought that good luck would come to her, so she habitually considered the worst situation and made all the plans she could think of, so that she could stand invincible.

At this moment, she was sitting here, but she was thinking in her heart how to contact Xiao Jinglan.

She was very sure that Xiao Jinglan would definitely not be too far away from her now.

Although she and Xiao Jinglan briefly lost contact because of Feng Jiaojiao's tricks, with the man's temperament, she would be able to find her traces soon.

After discovering that she fell into the river, he would definitely find a way to find her.

She would never forget that when she fell from the treasure of the god of heaven, Xiao Jinglan was still angry with her, but she still ran thousands of miles to find her.

The moment she saw Xiao Jinglan, she rushed directly to him and was laughed at by the people around her for a long time.

This time, Xiao Jinglan will definitely come to find her.

However, I don’t know where he has been, and have you discovered this transit camp.

This transit camp is so big, he can't find it! I don't know how long they will stay here, but I just hope to stay for one or two more days, preferably until Xiao Jinglan finds it.

As for herself, she doesn't plan to move around anymore for the time being.

She was worried that she didn't know where the Shenquan was. Now someone was going to take her there, how could she leave?

However, we must also make plans that Xiao Jinglan had no time to find her.

I used to tear the corners of my clothes to signal them. Now there are so many people, the traces left behind are messy. One or two strips of cloth will no longer be as conspicuous as before. It seems that I can only find a place to draw symbols.

When the night is over, I have to sneak out and make the marks first.

No matter what, Xiao Jinglan has to know that he has been here.

As long as he can be sure that he is here, he will not have to worry about the rest.

There were few people in the past, and Feng Jiaojiao and Feng Guishan might find ways to erase the traces of walking.

But now there are nearly a thousand candidates and escorts here. How can such a large-scale march be covered?

Xiao Jinglan will definitely find her.

"what's on your mind?"

Ruzhe saw that Feng Wuyou didn't say a word, staring at a place that had been out for a long time, and finally couldn't help asking questions.

"I want..." Feng Wuyou almost said the words "I miss me man". Fortunately, he reacted and stopped him.

"I want to save the enemy."

Feng Wuyou said.

Ruzhe stared at her, as if he wanted to see something from her face.

But I gave up quickly.

Feng Wuyou looked calm and could not see anything at all.

He turned his eyes away and said in a low voice: "You better pray that your saviors will be more than twice as many as the number of defenders here."

Feng Wuyou raised his eyebrows: "Why?"

Of course they can't have so many people.

There were only a dozen people who followed her and Xiao Jinglan to Sifang City.

Ruzhe lifted his chin outside: "Because at least one-third of the people escorted were all Divine Guards."

Feng Wuyou raised his eyebrows heavily and looked out subconsciously.

There were many soldiers guarding the door at the door of each townhouse. These people were in a team of three to five, but it was obvious that some of them looked aloof, while the people next to them were flattering and flattering.

them.

Feng Wuyou didn't care much before, and thought it was the soldiers' usual attitude towards the sergeant commander or some other leader.

But after hearing Ruzhe's words, he realized that the Chief Soldier and Chief Shi were just soldiers to put it bluntly. Although they had the word "long", they even had no detached power.

Although the soldiers would respect them a little, they would never reach this point.

But if these people are the Divine Guards... then everything makes sense.

Feng Wuyou's eyes narrowed slightly: "Da Zhou has invested a lot of money for the Divine Guard."

Ruzhe said: "There is another secret."

"What?"

Feng Wuyou turned his head and looked at Ruzhe. In order to have a divine guard in his tribe, Ruzhe's intelligence work was really good.

Ruzhe stared at the ordinary soldiers who pleased the God Guard, his eyes were very cold: "The remaining two-thirds of the people are also candidates for the God Guard."

Feng Wuyou's eyes twitched: "They have a brain disease?"

I am the candidate and help escort the candidates, so I am so happy to die.

Ruzhe said coldly: "They are all fanatical believers of the God Guard, and they all believe that they can become God Guard themselves.

You see, they are so flattering to the Shen Guard, just want to get close to asking what the Shenquan test is and how to pass it more easily."

Feng Wuyou stared at those people and understood a little.

Where can there be admirers for such extreme power?

Just like her era, someone would consider the murderer of serial murders as an idol.

They themselves pursued this power frenzy and believed that it was natural to sacrifice for this power. Rufeng Wuyou and others who were unwilling to be captured were all useless cowards in their eyes.

Despised.

They think they are superior and look down on these escorted people at all.

Feng Wuyou could even imagine that when he arrived at the edge of the Divine Spring and was about to start the trial, these people might shout slogans and rush in one by one.

Just like the Nazis who rushed to the battlefield with slogans.

Feng Wuyou thought for a while and asked, "Is this always the case?"

Feng Wuyou already knew that the Divine Guards had always been produced by Shuman. However, after Xia Pingning controlled the Brutal World, the number of Divine Guards suddenly increased.

Xia Pingning was in the wilderness for nearly sixty years and was in power for more than 40 years. During these forty years, the number of Shenwei has increased significantly.

Ruzhe glanced at Feng Wuyou, with a little admiration, and said, "It was only after the Mother God came to power that someone was so fanatic."

Feng Wuyou curled his lips, and he was indeed right.

The fanaticism of these people is almost religious. If no one is instigating them, who would believe it?

It was really Xia Pingning's work.

Feng Wuyou thought Xia Pingning was so cheap that she died.

After doing so many sins, he could die at will on the battlefield without any extra sin.

But thinking about it, she was in the wilderness from Tianlan, who had a higher level of civilization, and was forced to live with a group of barbarians who knew nothing. Maybe she had to eat raw meat and drink blood, which was also a lot of injuries.

Especially, she was only sixty or seventy years old, but she looked older than a centenarian, and her face was wrinkled like a Shapei dog, Feng Wuyou felt relieved again.

Nothing is more painful than destroying her and restoring her country, or even destroying her grandson.

When Xia Pingning came underground and saw Xia Ao, he would definitely wish he could turn into a zombie and resurrect.

Because, from then on, there will never be a Great Zhou again.

Her last little bloodline in Dazhou was also sent underground to reunite with her.

Thinking of this, Feng Wuyou felt that the name of the Barbarian, the Great Zhou, was really annoying.

The wilderness still can't let this happen.

At least, before she left, this Great Zhou would not exist.

The two of them whispered, but before they knew it was already dark.

Feng Chong followed Feng Yu, feeling the cold air around the coach that could almost freeze the air, and subconsciously rubbed his arms.

But this small move was taken into consideration by Feng Yu.
To be continued...