Everyone Survives In The Fog

"Mr. Zhang, then you ask me to come this time..."

Zhang Zhongyue's eyes were calm and he said: "You should also go over and take a look. Maybe you can find some problems that we haven't found."

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

Qi Yuan had no reason to refuse such a rare thing. Even if Zhang Zhongyue didn't invite him, he would take the initiative to go and have a look.

The two of them took action immediately, directly through the teleportation scroll, and under the leadership of Zhang Zhongyue, teleported to a spiritual energy in an unknown area.

As soon as he came over, Qi Yuan felt that the spiritual energy in the air was very rich. This was also a rare spiritual land.

Without staying too much, Zhang Zhongyue took Qi Yuan directly to the central area of ​​the spiritual land.

There, Qi Yuan saw a small teleportation array.

Zhang Zhongyue explained: "This kind of teleportation array is different from the teleportation array we use."

"Why is it different?"

"The teleportation array in the super gathering place requires the help of teleportation scrolls and the map function of the "Mist Survival Manual" in order to be used normally."

"But this kind of teleportation array is composed of two teleportation arrays, which are connected to each other to form a two-way space channel. There is no need to use any external objects."

Qi Yuan quickly understood that this was a portal that could transport people to a certain place.

Compared with the "Super Teleportation Array" and "Teleportation Scroll", it is impossible to teleport all the people from various places to one place.

Qi Yuan walked up to the teleportation array and felt dizzy for a while. It took ten seconds for him to recover.

Just from the teleportation experience, it can be seen that the quality of this teleportation array is definitely not as good as the teleportation scroll.

But in the current situation, the teleportation array is not the focus.

After Qi Yuan stood firm, he immediately turned to look around and found that he was at the foot of a green and lush hillside.

Not far away, there are a large number of simple one-story houses, and you can faintly see people moving around.

Turning to the nearest place, I saw many clean beehive huts neatly arranged nearby.

The people moving around were all survivors in uniform uniforms. Judging from the appearance of their clothes, they must be people from the Mountain River Sanctuary.

Soon, his suspicion was confirmed.

After seeing Zhang Zhongyue, the surrounding survivors stepped forward to salute and reported some situations in low voices.

Qi Yuan didn't pay much attention, but continued to turn his gaze to the crowd in the distance.

This gathering place is neither big nor small.

There seemed to be about a thousand people.

Their houses are very simple, using the most primitive construction methods with no science at all. They are not even houses, they can only be described as wooden sheds.

Most of the people walking between the houses were thin, dark-skinned, and looked malnourished.

The clothes he wore were all animal skins cut with bare hands.

The weapon in his hand is also very primitive, just made of some ores tied together.

Qi Yuan could clearly see that most of the materials they used were ordinary grade, and a few were good grade.

The strength of these people is also lower than imagined. At a glance, they are only four or five good levels.

Qi Yuan couldn't help but frown. He really couldn't understand why the living conditions of the people living here were so poor and their strength was even more unbearable!

For reference, today's survivors have been in the mist world for more than half a year and have developed to the current level.

And these people, who have survived here for so long, shouldn't be doing so badly.

Seemingly seeing Qi Yuan's confusion, Zhang Zhongyue patted Qi Yuan on the shoulder and said, "Go over and have a look. You will understand soon."

With that said, he walked towards a spacious house ahead.

Qi Yuan nodded and followed.

This house is located in the center of the entire gathering place. It covers the largest area and is the most well-built. It can be seen that it is a place where high-ranking people live.

Zhang Zhongyue introduced as he walked: "This house is the residence of the village chief. He is the strongest person in the village, but he is already old."

While talking, Zhang Zhongyue knocked on the door, and an old voice came from inside, saying in fluent Chinese: "Come in!"

Qi Yuan was very surprised. He didn't expect that he could still hear the language of his hometown in a foreign country.

After entering the house, there was an old man sitting inside. Judging from his gray hair, he was already 70 years old.

Zhang Zhongyue briefly greeted him and took Qi Yuan to find a seat to sit down.

I glanced at the two of them and said in a hoarse and calm voice: "I have told you everything I know. Why are you here again now?"

Zhang Zhongyue poured a cup of tea for the old man and said with a smile: "I still have a lot of confusion, and I am very curious about you. I hope to know more about you, and I hope that seniors will not blame you."

"Ahem!"

I coughed uncontrollably, raised my wrinkled brows, and said with a hint of helplessness: "It has been going on for too long, and it has been passed down to my generation. There are not many stories left. If you want to hear it, I will tell you. Say it again."

Seeing the old man's promise, Zhang Zhongyue winked at Qi Yuan and asked him.

Qi Yuan nodded, bowed politely to the old man, and asked softly: "Senior, can I ask, how old are you now?"

The old man raised his eyes and stared into Qi Yuan's eyes. He did not answer the question directly, but murmured: "Another rare-level strongman..."

Finally, he seemed to remember Qi Yuan's question and replied calmly: "I am now 148 years old and I am almost at the end of my life."

This answer did not surprise Qi Yuan.

When he first leveled up, he clearly felt that his physical fitness had improved, his physical condition was becoming younger, and he had a vague feeling that his life span was increasing.

Now it seems that it is indeed the case!

The old man has excellent strength, and his longevity actually reaches about 150 years old, which is almost as expected.

Qi Yuan continued to ask: "Senior, how long have you lived here?"

"I can't remember clearly. I was born here, my parents were born here, and my parents' parents were also born here. As for when it can be traced back... I can't tell."

"But why are you living so long and yet your strength is so poor? I see very few people reaching the good level."

I was obviously surprised by the question raised by Qi Yuan, and said somewhat incredulously: "How can it be so easy to improve one's own strength? Talent, hard work, and resources are all indispensable!"

After saying this, Qi Yuan became even more confused: "You are an excellent-level person. If you hunt a few more good-level beasts, won't you be able to improve the strength of the villagers?"

I frowned even more tightly and said with great confusion: "My child, I don't understand what you mean."

"First of all, not everyone can improve their strength. Most villagers cannot absorb spiritual energy at all, and they will not be able to reach a good level in their lifetime."

"Only children with outstanding talents who are nurtured from an early age can reach a good level as adults."

"Secondly, although the flesh and blood of good-level beasts contains a large amount of spiritual energy, it is extremely difficult to absorb and is not suitable for improving strength at all."

"A little carelessness may have irreversible effects on a fragile body, thus ruining a lifetime's future."