No one has found any valuable information in this plantation, or in other words, based on their knowledge, they don’t know what is the key to purifying this rule pollution.

"What should we do now?"

Wu Shitong felt very uncomfortable. He was the oldest and was not in good health. He could not bear the pollution caused by even the sacred objects. If it were a divine corpse, he would have been radiated into a dead flesh man.

"Choose a direction and explore the path!"

Lin Baici already had an idea.

"Which way to go?"

Li Yintong knew that it was impossible to stay here all the time and had to go out.

"I suggest going this way!"

Luo Jiaming suggested.

"reason!"

Zhong Shuman looked at this under-dragon-level man and paid great attention to his opinion.

"Feel!"

Luo Jiaming laughed: "My sixth sense is very accurate!"

Actually, that's not true. Luo Jiaming just wants to make his own choices, so that even if the road ahead is full of dangers, he doesn't have to blame others.

After all, they are all chosen by themselves.

Zhong Shuman rolled his eyes.

"Hey, Lin Shen, you started too quickly. If you leave one prisoner, we will know which way to go!"

There was a little bit of complaint in Luo Jiaming's words.

"Go this way!"

Lin Baici ignored Old Man Luo and made his choice.

Everyone looked in the direction Lin Baici was facing.

"What's the reason?"

Huang Cheng humbly asked for advice. He looked around and found nothing different here!

"When the black people broke up just now, although they were running around, they all gathered here in the end."

Lin Baici explained.

The plantation is surrounded by cornfields. Large corn stalks more than two meters high are like green chopsticks stuck in the ground, airtight.

Although the escaped black slaves got into it, the direction of their escape could be roughly distinguished by the swing of the corn stalks.

Lin Baici just climbed up to the roof and looked into the distance just to confirm this.

"I see!"

Luo Jiaming nodded: "This is a good idea!"

"Um!"

Huang Cheng pulled the jersey and wiped the sweat from his face. It was too hot today.

"My brother Lin is unparalleled in wisdom!"

Li Yintong put his hands on his hips with an expression of pride.

"Stop embarrassing yourself!"

Lin Bai was speechless.

"Although this small detail is not very high-end, it is very powerful to be able to think of the next action plan when shooting with a black slave!"

Zhong Shuman's compliments were much more pleasant to the ears than Taimei's.

In fact, this is also the case. When everyone saw the black slaves coming to kill them in a swarm, the first thing they thought of was to save their lives and how to get rid of them, without thinking about what happened next.

Thinking in the face of a hail of bullets and thinking in a quiet library are completely different. There is a huge gap.

"Take food and weapons and set off!"

After Lin Baici finished speaking, he began to move in the direction where the black slaves were escaping.

Li Yintong quickly followed.

"What are you doing standing still?"

Luo Jiaming turned around, waved his big hand, and slapped the Qifen head in front of him with all his strength: "Hurry and get the supplies!"

This kind of dirty work does not need Lin Baici's instructions. Luo Jiaming, as a mature social person, already knows how to do it.

If these people were divine hunters, he might be polite to them, but they are all trash, so I'm sorry...

Make me bleed and sweat hard!

If I don't drain you dry, I'll be sorry for my position.

Luo Jiaming works so hard in the gods, isn't it just to be superior to others!

"Why don't they take it?"

Ma Xiaoyun muttered, his tone full of resentment.

This is obviously to make yourself a coolie.

Luo Jiaming stared at the female anchor: "What did you say?"

"I didn't say anything!"

Ma Xiaoyun denied it.

"Heh, it can't be that I heard wrong, right?"

Luo Jiaming also wanted to choose a chicken and kill the monkey.

In this temporary team, Lin Baici is a big boss and he can't offend him. The girl has a good relationship with him and he can't offend him either. So there's nothing wrong with being the number three person, right?

"Brother, she didn't speak!"

The photographer who had a musket became much tougher.

When he was talking to Luo Jiaming, he put his right index finger on the trigger. Although the muzzle of the gun was facing the ground, he was facing Luo Jiaming. He could shoot directly by raising the muzzle of the gun.

Luo Jiaming looked at the photographer: "What? You want to beat me to death?"

The photographer shook his head, but in the next second, Luo Jiaming was like a tiger preying on prey, exerting force on his feet, and rushed in front of the photographer in the blink of an eye.

Snapped!

Luo Jiaming grabbed the gun with one hand and whipped it hard into the photographer's mouth with the other hand.

Snapped!

The photographer was so slapped that he spun around. He was spinning around, and fell to the ground like mud with a thud. Then he spit out saliva mixed with his teeth.

"Hey, I can't afford to offend Lin Baici, so I can't deal with you little brats?"

Luo Jiaming spat in the photographer's face: "Do you think you are powerful because you have a gun?"

"If there are a hundred of you like this, I can kill them with my bare hands!"

Luo Jiaming kicked the photographer and glanced at these people with fierce eyes: "Now, who else doesn't want to obey my orders?"

Everyone lowered their heads and quickly followed the instructions.

Wu Shitong did not ask for help and turned around to find supplies.

"Hey, forget it!"

Luo Jiaming stopped him: "I'll give Lin Shen face!"

"Thank you!"

Wu Shitong thanked him, but he felt sad in his heart. He was the richest man in Haijing, and among the top ten richest men in the country, but he had to rely on Lin Baici's relationship to avoid suffering.

Everyone got busy.

Everyone took the bacon hanging under the chimney, potatoes, onions, black bread and some blueberries from the warehouse and went after Lin Baici.

Regardless of whether it was useful or not, everyone except Luo Jiaming brought a musket.

They feel that holding this thing can bring them a sense of security.

Half an hour later, everyone caught up with Lin Baici.

"Why so slow?"

Zhong Shuman complained that if he encountered danger, he would not be able to use cannon fodder.

"That's fast enough!"

Luo Jiaming kept driving these people to leave quickly.

Now, everyone is very tired.
To be continued...