The mouth of Death Valley was surrounded by black gas, and there was no sound at all. It exuded such a thick air of death that even Ling Wudi could feel a hint of depression.
It was getting dark, so the Imperial Master ordered someone to light a fire.
Due to the sudden attack by crows, the team of Ling Wudi and the Imperial Master had been reduced to less than fifty people. Everyone sat on the ground and made two fires in a compact manner.
"Eat something..." The Imperial Master handed Ling Wudi a steamed bun.
Ling Wudi immediately replied: "Ah, no need, senior brother brought me dry food when I went out~ Yeah, I thought there would be a cook~ After all, I am a spiritual girl, right?"
Ling Wudi deliberately put on a disappointed expression, and the fire that was lit shone on the Imperial Master's gauze hat. Ling Wudi wanted to see what kind of face was underneath the Imperial Master's gauze hat? But the gauze curtain
The quality of the yarn seems to be a bit better, and it can’t be seen at all.
"Well, actually, there was originally one, but just now..." The Imperial Master did not continue.
Ling Wudi didn't really care about the rice, let alone the steamed buns. Even if she was fed weeds, she could survive for a week. When they were still on the desert island, she and Wuyin knew that there were many herbs, so in the end
Came out.
At that time, she was afraid of lighting fires and being seen, drinking animal blood, and eating raw meat. If she had steamed buns, she would be happy to death. Now, to her, it is simply ordinary.
Of course, the Imperial Master didn't think so.
"What is in this Death Valley?" Ling Wudi found that there was no sound at all around him. It stands to reason that you can always hear one or two birds chirping in the wilderness, right? But here it is like being in a soundproof room, except for the air.
I feel the flow and there is no sound.
As soon as Ling Wudi's words came out, the faces of the few soldiers sitting by the fire showed a hint of fear and despair. For them, entering this Death Valley was tantamount to committing suicide.
"I don't know!" the Imperial Master replied softly.
have no idea?
Ling Wudi turned around: "I don't know what it means?"
"Because everyone who went in died, naturally no one knew about it!" A young soldier next to him said dissatisfiedly.
Her tone was full of resentment. Ling Wudi couldn't help but laugh or cry. Could it be that she was to blame for this? If she really couldn't get out, she would also be a dead soul, right?
Besides, who here doesn't have better physical fitness than her? An ordinary soldier is a monk close to an agency.
"That would be fun!" Ling Wudi muttered softly.
"Aren't you afraid?" the Imperial Master asked. This girl was not afraid of the dead crows or the dead corpses along the way. Now others have told her that entering is a dead end.
She actually said it was fun?
"Afraid? If I say I'm afraid, will you ask me to go back?" Ling Wudi looked at the Imperial Master, paused and said, "Since we have to go in, I'll just go and have fun and experience it!"
Several soldiers beside the fire heard Ling Wudi's words here, and they couldn't help but secretly admire her. The National Preceptor said she was a spiritual girl. To be honest, everyone had a question mark in their minds. She was so ugly, and
I don’t have much cultivation, so I just told myself to die.
But the courage and calmness in Ling Wudi's words just now made the soldiers think highly of Ling Wudi. Soldiers are all loyal and heroic. An order from above must be carried out by those below. Ling Wudi
You are right, no matter what, you have to move forward, you might as well have a good attitude!