Rebirth: Living in Wilderness with My Superpower
Chapter 145: Three Dead Ends

Chapter 145: Chapter 145: Three Dead Ends

Li Wenli hadn’t expected another uncle to stand by his side, and he couldn’t help but nod to him in acknowledgment.

Old Uncle Qiu gave a shy smile and then asked,

"What is the young master’s second piece of advice?"

"The second piece of advice is to stay in the Northern Lands."

"Stay in the Northern Lands?" Everyone’s eyes widened again.

Li Wenli calmly nodded.

"Although the Northern Lands are barren, there won’t be any wars in the short term. Even if there are wars, they would just be practice battles on the battlefield. The real power games are still in the south. If you can find a secluded valley in the Northern Lands to hide away, maybe in five or six years, a turn of events could occur."

But this time, even Old Uncle Qiu shook his head.

There was no way around it; the shadow of Mighty Hall slaughtering villages was too profound.

Thinking about the possibility of the bandits slaughtering their village one day, how could they possibly sleep peacefully?

This torture was not of the flesh but of the soul.

"You can’t let one snake bite frighten you from ropes for a decade. If you choose the location well, the bandits won’t find you."

As he spoke, Li Wenli drew a simple map on the table.

"Ten miles north from here, there is a Nameless Mountain Range. The area is rich in resources and rarely visited by people. Living in seclusion there wouldn’t be too bad."

Old Uncle Qiu and the others glanced at the mountain range. Although there was a touch of temptation, the shadows in their hearts still outweighed their excitement, and everyone was very silent and resistant.

If they felt this way, not to mention the other refugees.

Understanding this, Li Wenli nodded knowingly and proceeded to give the third piece of advice.

"The last piece of advice is that apart from evacuating over the bridge, we should also look for a second route."

"A second route?"

Even though they were unfamiliar with the Northern Lands, they knew that the region spanned a large river to the south, and the only way was the bridge in front of them!

"There’s... there’s only one road, right?"

"There is only one land route, but besides land, there is also a water route," Li Wenli calmly replied.

"A water route?"

"Yes... yes, oh, why didn’t we think of that!"

A few of the uncles were somewhat excited.

Seeing their excited faces, Li Wenli couldn’t help but throw cold water, "Although that’s the case, the military isn’t foolish. Nowadays, the waterways are all under control. Taking this route will definitely involve risks."

Everyone couldn’t help but fall silent.

What kind of escape routes had Li Wenli provided?

Each one was a dead end!

The first route, queuing to cross the bridge, but chances are higher that they couldn’t get across, and they might even encounter the Xuanwei Army.

The second route, hiding away and living in seclusion in the Northern Lands, but they might encounter bandits, and even if not, they would live in constant fear and anxiety.

The third route, following the Seven-Person Team on an adventure to rob boats in a fishing village, but... robbing boats from the military? It’s practically a fairy tale.

Thus, everyone’s heart turned cold.

When these three pieces of advice reached the refugees, everyone fell into an eerie silence.

While others were happily waiting for the evening’s thin porridge, these few hundred newcomers had expressions filled with gloom and sadness.

The three Qiu brothers went fishing, but unfortunately, they caught nothing.

After all, there were tens of thousands of refugees here, and at least ten thousand went to the river to catch fish. Whether big or small, all the fish that could be caught had been caught, and those not caught had hidden at the bottom of the river.

They went out in high spirits and came back disheartened, only to see that their father’s expression was even heavier than theirs, causing the three brothers to feel a stab of fear in their hearts.

What had the leader of the Seven-Person Team said just now, and why was their father looking like this?

"Dad, didn’t the talk go well?"

Old Uncle Qiu didn’t know whether to say it went well or not, so he could only repeat what he had heard to his sons before looking helplessly towards Bai Junjun.