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Lin Jue didn't move, but her palms were already sweating.

Brother Shen handed over the food box and said, "Try it all night and eat it while it's hot."

"Thank you, Brother Shen." He straightened up and thanked him sincerely.

It can be seen that Brother Shen came here specially to rescue himself.

Brother Shen waved his hand and turned to leave, but stopped and looked back at Lin Sui.

There was scrutiny, consideration, and some incomprehensible meaning in those eyes.

"Lin Jue, actually I admire your dad."

Lin Jue was stunned and silently raised his head.

"On the top of the nearby mountains dozens of miles away, your father Lin Heihu was the first one who dared to stand up and confront the Ule people head-on."

Brother Shen paused, and his tone rarely slowed down a bit, "I also came from a poor background, so I have always respected him."

Lin Jue didn't answer and waited quietly for the next sentence.

"But you also know the current situation."

Brother Shen looked away and his voice became calm again, "You survived last night because of luck."

But if you want to survive in this cannibalistic place, luck alone is not enough.

He paused, and there was an indescribable meaning in his tone.

“In addition to luck, you have to come up with something that proves your worth.”

Lin Jue sat on the edge of the bed and chewed that sentence over and over in her mind.

Then he raised his head and looked out the window at the brightening sky.

Brother Shen's reminder made him completely confirm his judgment.

He must show his ability to gain a foothold in the village as soon as possible, otherwise, he will either die at the hands of Brother Scar and his brothers.

Or stay as before and be a prisoner for the rest of your life.

Two hours later, someone came from the cottage.

This time Brother Shen brought seven or eight people and asked Lin Jue to lead the way to the place where he encountered the Ule scout last night.

Lin Jue walked into the forest based on his memory and came to the pine forest. The body was still there.

Brother Scar was lying face down in a clump of withered grass. A crossbow arrow penetrated from his back and penetrated his chest. The arrowhead exploded out of his chest with blood that had solidified and turned black.

The situation of the young minions was even worse. Three scouts surrounded him and hacked him to death. His facial features were changed, and the smell of blood became even more unpleasant after being left to dry overnight.

The fellow gangsters stood in a circle, but no one said anything.

"These damn uller dogs..."

A young copycat man cursed in a low voice, his tone full of hatred.

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