"What does it mean?" Wang Wen glanced at her and looked up at the surrounding environment.

The fox said softly: "Although the appearance and shape are different, the little fox feels that this place is very similar to the mortal realm I used to be, the 'level' mentioned by the immortal."

Upon hearing this, Wang Wen's eyes began to flash.

Observe the surroundings using scientific decryption of the level-breaking science.

I read a lot of information about buildings and items.

Until he looked into the sky.

An answer was imprinted into my mind.

The 15,163-derivative ecology of large demon cultivators imitate ancient scenes, often appearing in super-high integer layers, with an elimination rate: 11%, and a blocking rate: 75%.

Wang Wen pursed her lips and pondered.

Everyone around was looking at him with concern.

Before we knew it, we were used to focusing on Wang Wen.

I am used to his orderliness and his orderliness.

I am used to his planning and command, and my calmness and calmness.

If one day Wang Wen loses his composure.

I'm afraid everyone will panic and be at a loss.

Apart from caring and companionship, they don’t know what they can do for Wang Wen.

It seems that Wang Wen has never needed their help.

It's like climbing a tower.

Basically, they are all alone leading the tower.

Others don't have much chance to intervene.

This is also why Zhu Xingguo and Mo Ran and others were so happy after collaborating with each other to win the progress of the Women and Black Child.

In addition to Zhu Xingguo, everyone present was also somewhat helpful to Wang Wen.

The other team members were as comfortable as salted fish and could go up the tower and become stronger.

Don't say anything without effort.

Wang Wen is also very careful about their safety.

There was no danger during the climbing of the tower.

Wang Wen bears all the difficulties alone.

The tower floor is too high, and they don’t know where to start if they want to help.

at the moment.

Seeing that Wang Wen seemed to be becoming more and more silent, the frequency of frowning became higher and higher.

Everyone around was worried.

The thin boy spoke to Wang Wen on behalf of everyone: "Old Wang, if we need to do something, do you need to ask more instructions? We are very willing to do things, especially to help you and the team, but if you don't say it, we can't guess what we should do, and we don't know what to do."

After taking a look, Zhu Xingguo, who was busy with "buying and selling", "copying", "advanced", "storing bread", "collecting mosquitoes" and other work, was always busy.

The boy continued helplessly: "Only Lao Zhu and you can still help you after a long time. We always feel like we are doing nothing and are like waste."

Wang Wen was stunned.

His eyes swept across the faces of the rest of the people.

Except for Zhu Xingguo's heartless eyes, he looked back and forth with curiosity, and was busy copying his left hand and selling his right hand.

Everyone else seemed a little dejected.

Wang Wen thought about it.

He let go of his eyebrows and smiled and patted the thin boy's shoulders, and said to everyone: "I was negligent. From now on, I will try my best to separate some things for teamwork, and combine everyone's strength to improve efficiency."

"That's right!" The people around him smiled happily, all breathing a sigh of relief.

The hall gate is open.

The young man walked out with an excited look on his face.

He said to the middle-aged man and Wang Wen: "The father agreed! Let me be responsible for opening warehouses and releasing grain. When will the master start raining?"

Wang Wen had not had time to speak.

The middle-aged man asked in confusion: "Your Majesty agrees like this? Why didn't you summon the master to the temple to meet the saint?"

"I said it was an emergency situation and everything was done after everything was done." The young man took out an imperial edict and handed it to him: "This is the oral order of the father, and it is clearly stated."

The middle-aged man respectfully took the imperial edict and opened it to take a closer look.

It's indeed very clear.

All the prefectures simply let the prince cooperate with the prince to carry out the action of opening warehouses and releasing grain to help the victims.

It seems that everything is fine.

He temporarily let go of his doubts.

Take the imperial edict properly and follow the young people.

The young man eagerly confirmed to Wang Wen: "How is it? We have the emperor's will now, and there is no obstacle to the implementation of the plan. When will we start to rain?"

Wang Wen shook his head: "I can't rain, I can only fill in water. You have to find a good geography guide to take me to major water sources. I can fill in water there, and then find cities with reserved grain along the coast to release grain and rescue disasters."

"Water source?" The young man turned his head and looked at the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man held his head and raised his chest: "I am most familiar with the territory of this dynasty, and he can guide the masters."

Everyone set out on the road again.

According to Wang Wen's plan.

The water filling project should ensure that it is necessary to select a representative water source with the widest radiation range in four directions of the land, including southeast, northwest and northwest.

Try to prevent most disaster victims from running around and getting help in their hometown.

Because I and my few people "fly" it very quickly.

The middle-aged man nodded and moved towards the north where the disaster was the worst.

It took more than an hour to reach the place.

Looking down from the sky, there is almost no green, all of which are misty sand and dust.

When passing by the village, you can occasionally see some skinny people sitting on the cracked ridges in a daze.

They are all people who are unwilling to leave their hometowns and guard their own fields and wait for death.

When you arrive at the water source, look again.

There are actually many small residential areas around which are distributed around dry ponds and lakes.

A few people were still digging down in the pit, trying to find a little bit of wetness.

More people were lying numbly on the ground and stared at the sky with their eyes blank.

For these people, life has lost hope.

It depends on when the end will come to an end.

Wang Wen and his friends landed at the edge of the largest deep pit.

The numb people on the shore saw people "flying" in the air landing, but they seemed indifferent, as if even the curious force disappeared.

There were only a few bare-handed men in the pit who were so tired and haggard that they could only kneel on the ground and use tools to chisel a little bit, which gave Wang Wen some reaction.

They opened their mouths.

He said to Wang Wen and the others hoarsely: "I haven't found it yet, so I'll endure it."

Wang Wen asked a thin man who was tanned and thin in the nearest, and said, "What are you looking for?"

The black man looked at him strangely: "Newcomer outside? What else can I find besides water?"

"Is there water underneath?" Wang Wen asked in confusion.

The black man shook his head and said he didn't know.

Wang Wen was even more puzzled: "Then why don't you rest? I'm so hard and wasting my energy to find something that may not exist."

The black man put down his tools and sat on the ground and gasped.

Still shaking his head.

Pointing at the fellow traveler who was still working hard next to him, he smiled bitterly for granted: "Someone has to try it, otherwise how could he know if it is not."

Wang Wen was a little moved.

Looking at these people, he seemed to see his own shadow.
To be continued...