The group was by the spiritual spring, and stayed for three days.

Feng Wuyou gradually began to be anxious.

It takes about twenty-one or two days to get to Anjin Mountain.

They have been away for more than ten days, and three days have been around for nearly twenty days.

The people around her took the third pill early this morning. After this pill, there will be no way to curb their physical decay.

But they were trapped here and could not move.

Feng Wuyou didn't know much about the wild winter, but she clearly remembered that the first winter they came here lasted for more than ten days.

If winter doesn't end, will they be stuck here all the time?

On the morning of the third day, Feng Wuyou couldn't help but go to find Wulun.

But before she set out, Ulun came over by herself.

"Temperature is gradually rising, winter is coming to an end soon, we need to get off as early as possible."

Wulun's words made Feng Wuyou stunned and asked, "It's almost over?"

She looked into the distance, and it was still a piece of ice and snow.

Wulun nodded and said, "Look at Lingquan, is it much smaller than yesterday?"

Feng Wuyou looked over and saw that there was a water line on the ground, and Lingquan had retreated nearly one meter from the water line.

Wulun said: "Once the Lingquan starts to become smaller, winter will soon end. The Lingquan becomes smaller very quickly. I guess winter will end completely until tomorrow afternoon at the latest. Even if it is not over, this temperature..." He felt it for a moment and said: "Even today, I can walk outside."

It's just a little harder.

Feng Wuyou is naturally not afraid of hard work, but she still decided to follow Wulun's advice and set out again tomorrow.

After experiencing a winter, she knew very well that after the winter ended, the wilderness would recover quickly, and would return to the previous temperature in just half a day or something.

Walking at such a suitable temperature is naturally much faster than walking in ice and snow.

Don't worry about delaying your trip.

She waited patiently for a day, and by the morning of the next day, there was only a small pool of spiritual spring water left.

This time, even Feng Wuyou could feel the temperature rise significantly.

Even the trees not far away had several broken frost, and even the original bark collapsed, revealing new, light brown new skins.

Feng Wuyou breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that winter had indeed passed.

This time, she really didn't have much time.

Shengman cleaned up under Wulun's command. Just as he was about to set off, someone suddenly started shouting.

Feng Wuyou heard what he called, and immediately raised his head and looked in a certain direction.

The barbarian was particularly good at hearing among this group of people. The content he called was that someone approached the south.

It is absolutely forbidden for the murder of each other to be with each other, but it does not mean that they are friends.

On the contrary, in order to survive, each Shengman tribe is a competitor.

At this time someone came, and everyone was on alert.

After a while, a group of people appeared at the end of their sight.

Ulun frowned, showing an unhappy expression.

"Who is it?"

Feng Wuyou asked.

"Song Ximan."

Ulun didn't hide it and just said a name.

Feng Wuyou has known these days that each Shengman tribe has its own name, mostly named after the place where his ancestors lived first.

Although many place names no longer exist after so long, the tribal names have been preserved.

Just like the tribe of Wulun, the ancestors settled in a place called Longshan, and they were called Longshan Man.

Feng Wuyou heard Wulun's tone and asked, "Your tribe has a grudge against Song Ximan?"

"No revenge."
Chapter completed!