However, after Shi Guan's words, Zhang Yan reluctantly agreed.

"Uncle Zhang, if you practice, there is still a chance of living. If you don't practice, you will die!"

In this fucked up world, survival is the greatest luxury.

Shi Guan understands, Zhang Yan understands even better!

So, the next day, after teaching the other three people for some time, Zhang Yan began to act as Shi Guan's personal trainer.

Of course, this doesn't come without a price.

In the following days of training, Shi Guan gradually became aware of Zhang Yan's impatience.

Obviously, the friendship between him and his father Shi Cheng was gradually passing away due to this incident.

People, after all, you still have to rely on yourself!

Shi Guan gained a profound understanding again.

He exercised more seriously and harder.

The second day, the third day, the fourth day...

On the seventh day, Shi Guang, who was in the process of tempering, saw another group of newcomers begin to divide into teams. They were picked over by more than a dozen old patrol members like goods, and then left with them.

From now on, they will really start patrolling.

The harvest season is approaching, and the manpower in the village suddenly seems extremely tight.

Because Shi Guan's team has martial arts talent, they have half a month of training time. Of course, Shi Guan is an exception.

No matter what happens, privileges always exist.

Shi Guan is very glad that he is now in this circle for the time being.

On the night of the 7th day, it was close to 12 o'clock.

Shi Guan, who had just walked back to the house from the training ground, heard a cry.

A patrol team hurried back, bringing two corpses with them.

It took five people to carry it.

Two people carry one car.

Three people carry one body.

Because one of them was holding a severed head.

There was no grand funeral, no noisy and sad suona, everyone seemed to have been accustomed to it. Except for the sadness of the newcomers in the same team, there was no change at all.

Of course, there are also two slightly raised small grave mounds.

Shi Guan took a deep breath, turned around silently, and tempered his red eyes.

On the eighth day, one person died, an old patrol member.

On the ninth day, a newcomer died.

On the tenth day, everything was calm.

Every time a new member joins the patrol, something unexpected happens.

Fortunately, the situation improved a lot after that, and it was obvious that the new people had started to get into the mood.

However, for Shiguan, it's a bit bad.

"There have been a lot of things going on recently. You will practice by yourself in the next five days." Zhang Yan said a word and left in a hurry.

Before leaving, I took a quick look, but ignored the stone view.

Due to the strange pollution and the almost overdraft-like exercise during this period, Shi Guan's face became increasingly ugly, and one could almost see with the naked eye a layer of gray covering his entire face.

He is going to die!

If there are no accidents.

If it weren't for Muramasa's famous saying that this kind of pollution would only have fatal effects on individuals and Shi Cheng's relationship, Zhang Yan would not tolerate Shi Guan continuing to stay in the village.

Although Zhang Yan's coldness and alienation were deliberately hidden, they could not escape the eyes of Shi Guan, a man of two generations.

He knew that Zhang Yan's thigh had left him.

However, he no longer had the previous panic.
Chapter completed!