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3. Chapter 3 Sand King Festival 1

Where is...where?

Darkness, endless darkness, no starlight, only...

A pair of red eyes!

What is it? What is it that has such a pair of murderous eyes?

It moved. The owner of these red eyes moved and was slowly walking towards me.

It was a black shadow with the outline of a human being, but only emitting a faint light. She suddenly raised her hand and grabbed my neck!

Ah! What's going on? Why did she attack me suddenly?

Who are you? You can't say anything. You can only stare at the two red lights closely, but you still don't see his hand loosening at all.

"Have you forgotten him?"

Him? Who is he? This voice is so familiar...

Ah, her hands tightened tighter and tighter. It was so hard, were she going to die?

"Ah!" Han Wu opened his eyes suddenly and jumped up from the bed. He was suddenly covered in cold sweat. This was the first time he had had the same dream. The boundless darkness and the two blood-red dots.

As well as what the black shadow said about her, Han Wu was at a loss to understand all of this.

"Oh, when will you be taller?" Han Wu raised his forehead, brushed the hair stuck to his face, and muttered, "Who is that black shadow, and who is he?"

No matter how Ren Hanwu searched for the memories in her mind, she still couldn't find any relevant information. This was inevitable. After all, Han Wu, who had lost her memory and had only seen and heard this year, how many memories did she have to search for?

After getting out of bed and stretching, Han Wu smacked his lips and walked out of his room without thinking too much. This was a simple hut with very simple furnishings. Apart from some necessary daily necessities, there was nothing else.

From the decoration, it can be seen that the owner of this room is very simple.

"Xiao Wu, are you up? From the look of you, I'm afraid you have another nightmare. Do you want to go see Dr. Duota in the village?" As soon as he walked out of the room, Han Wu saw an old woman making breakfast.

, he saw that he looked haggard, and his face was full of concern.

"Grandma, it's okay, it's just a nightmare." Han Wu curled her lips and said easily.

"You've been having the same nightmare for several days, and you still say it's nothing. Let's go and have a look." The old woman looked at Han Wu's relaxed expression, but she still felt uneasy.

Han Wu was a little helpless, but he didn't want to go against the old woman's wishes, so he could only agree. Anyway, he wouldn't lose a piece of meat after seeing a doctor.

The old woman whom Han Wu called grandma was not her real grandma. However, the old woman had a life-saving grace for Han Wu. It was she who rescued the girl who only remembered her name from the vast desert.

, and being as close to her as his own granddaughter, it was natural to call her grandma.

"Sit down quickly, let's have a bowl of sandworm porridge first to warm your stomach." The old woman nodded with satisfaction, then urged Han Wu to sit down quickly, and then brought a bowl of hot sandworm porridge over.

Han Wu looked at the steaming sandworm porridge and couldn't help but twitch her index fingers. This was one of her favorite foods. It was refreshing and tender in the mouth. She really couldn't get enough of it.

Just as he was about to savor this delicious food, an impatient voice interrupted Han Wu, "Damn it, Xiao Wu, you are still eating breakfast slowly. Have you forgotten what day it is today?"

Han Wu frowned and looked at a young man with a crew cut, dark hair, and a strong appearance standing at the door, with an anxious look on his face, as if something big had happened.

"Mark, don't you know it's a sin to disturb other people's enjoyment of delicious food?" Han Wu shook his head, curled his lips, and said with some dissatisfaction. This Mark is Han Wu's first friend in this simple little village.

I usually teach and explain the environment and customs in which she lives.

"Khan, it seems you have really forgotten what a big day today is." Mark ignored Han Wu's dissatisfaction and quickly walked into the room. He picked up the water bottle on the table and filled himself with saliva to moisten the water.

A dry throat from rushing over.

"The Sand King Festival, don't you really want to participate? If you don't hurry up, you'll be disqualified if you're late." Mark slowed down and said seriously.

Han Wu was startled, and then finally realized what a big day today was. Mark looked at Han Wu's expression with satisfaction, knowing that this guy would not be ignorant of this day.


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