Gordon suddenly sprang out, picked up a scimitar and dodged. As if a spark splashed into the oil pan, the slave boy rushed towards the scimitar as if he had just woken up from a dream, fighting for it, and roars of pain came one after another.
"Hand over the knife!" Several teenagers caught up with Gordon, raised the gravel in their hands and threatened, "Or I will crush you to death!"
"Okay, I'll hand it over, but don't do anything." Gordon raised his hands high and slowly handed the knife out. Suddenly, he swung the knife horizontally and cut one person's throat. Then he quickly squatted down and stabbed the other boy's abdomen with the tip of the knife.
He struck quickly and harshly, and the blood splattered all over his face made him look like a demon. The remaining child slaves were so frightened that they ran away in panic.
There was a mess all around. Some of the child slaves were running around like headless flies; some were like wild beasts rushing out of their cages, grabbing water and knives with red eyes; some were hiding in corners and crying.
Gordon found that many people had become hysterical and out of control. He turned his eyes to Hongliu, who seemed to be looking at him too. Gordon instinctively felt something was wrong, found a water bag from the corpse, and ran westward.
Wisps of sand and dust were raised from the ground, and there were also many child slaves running around. Some were heading west, and some were heading in the same direction as they were coming, intending to escape.
"These idiots are still daydreaming about escaping. Their heads must be filled with shit!" A boy with freckles was knocked down by an escaped slave. He was so angry that he cursed with a look of disdain on his face.
The air of being used to everything.
There was a girl with braids nearby who helped him up and said, "Maybe they are lucky and can escape back to their hometown."
The freckled boy curled his lips: "Girl, luck is a bunch of shit! They are short of food and water, and they get lost in the desert, become insane, become incontinent, and turn into a stinking human flesh! Use your butt.
You can guess that that group of people will not let us go. I said, little girl, why are you following me? Are you trying to steal my water bag?"
The girl with braid shook her head quickly: "No. I, I'm scared. Can I go with you?"
The freckled boy rolled his eyes: "If we go together, you can use a honey trap and take advantage of my water bag, right? Don't shake your head, even if you shake your butt, don't let me be fooled!"
At this time, a red-haired boy ran over and greeted them warmly with a clear and clear tone like singing: "Friends, we are brothers in the world. I am Saffron, who was once the apprentice of a wandering artist, a man destined to become the protagonist of the epic.
Legendary figure. Let’s join forces, unity is strength! Hope is ahead!”
The freckled boy said angrily: "Shit! I think you are destined to become a tragic figure."
"You're jealous, brother. Don't feel inferior. Even a stupid bird can fly first." Saffron hugged the freckled boy affectionately and encouraged him sincerely, completely ignoring the other person's rolling of his eyes.
The girl with braids secretly told the boy with freckles: "Let's go with this redhead. He is so lucky! Many times, the wheat cakes will be thrown to him, so there is no need to grab them."
"Is it bullshit-luck?" Freckles muttered.
Saffron is a familiar person, and soon gets along with the boy with freckles and the girl with braids. Along the way, Saffron keeps inviting people to join them, and they head west together.
Gordon saw dozens of small gangs of child slaves forming one after another, and only a few of them, like him, set out on their own.
The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and the harsh sunlight made the ground smoke. Gordon's skin was red from the sun, and he kept sweating, and the sweat kept evaporating. His shoes were also worn out, and his toes were bleeding from the rough gravel.
Bubble.
Gordon tore off a piece of clothing, wrapped it around his head, took out the water bottle, drank it all, and put the empty skin bag on his feet and tied it tightly.
In order to maintain his strength, he did not walk very fast and had to constantly pay attention to the terrain: scattered wind-edge stones, red-flowered sandweeds, snake lizards quietly emerging from the cracked riverbed... They were the same as the desert information he collected.
A comparison.
The Breathing Technique is still running on its own, with three inhales and one exhale, naturally and smoothly. This allows his movements to remain agile, and his reactions are not slowed down by the high temperature.
In the first year of practicing Xiwei Shu, Gao Deng did not change at all. He suffered from a rare paralysis at birth. The reason was that his mental power was naturally abnormal and solidified like stone. It was difficult to coordinate with the physical body, resulting in paralysis of his lower limbs. Even though his family continued to provide him with
He took various rare tonics, but to no avail.
In the second year, Gordon made a desperate move and devoted himself entirely to the practice of Xiwei Shu. He only slept four hours a day, and the rest of the time he continued to practice Xiwei Shu.
It is extremely difficult to get started with Breathing Technique. If you don't pay attention, you will choke yourself and even feel that you can't breathe normally. But Gordon is convinced that this strange breathing technique contains deep mysteries, because of his magical destiny.
The tree actually slowly grew a root this year.
And for a person who has not practiced martial arts and has no source power in his body, it is absolutely impossible for the Demon Life Tree to grow roots!
In the third year, Gao Deng stayed up almost all night, practicing the fine arts with masochistic perseverance, as if he had endured endless torture.
Gradually, the Breathing Technique becomes the body's instinct. Even if you fall asleep, the Breathing Breathing Technique will run automatically, completely replacing the normal breathing method.
Gordon's sense of hearing, vision, smell, taste, and touch began to improve, and were several times more sensitive than before. The medicinal power that had been remaining in his internal organs for many years was gradually stimulated and absorbed by the roots of the Demon Life Tree. The skin discharged dirt from time to time, and the physical body became more and more sensitive.
It became lighter and lighter. Finally, the breathing technique drove the lower limbs.
Entering the desert these past few days, in the sweltering heat that made it difficult to breathe, Gordon felt that the breathing technique had undergone new changes. His limbs gradually became part of the breathing, and the whole body rose and fell with the breathing, full of rhythm.
Gordon suddenly stepped lightly and stared ahead to the right. The sound of crying came from behind the undulating sand slope. He crept up the sand slope and lay on the top of the slope to look down.
"Please, don't take away my water!" A little boy with tears on his face was half lying on the ground, holding the water bag tightly with his arms and moving his buttocks back as hard as he could.
Five fierce-looking teenagers pressed towards him. The leader, the pockmarked one, held a machete in his hand, stepped forward and shouted: "Stop being so wordy like a bitch, hand over the water bag!"
"Don't come here!" the little man cried loudly, holding on to the water bag.
The young men around him laughed ferociously, and raised the knife impatiently with a pockmarked face: "If you want water rather than your life, then you go and die!"
Six people, six bags of water. Gordon licked his chapped lips regretfully and planned to turn around and leave. He was not sure how to deal with so many people. If he was injured in a hard fight, he would most likely die in the desert.
The little man suddenly screamed and raised the water bag to block the blade. The pockmarked man was afraid of breaking the water bag, so he had to deflect the machete hastily. The little man took the opportunity to get up, suddenly knocked over the pockmarked face, escaped from the crowd and fled up the sandy slope.
When he saw Gordon retreating, he immediately shouted: "Hey, help me, I'll give you half of the water!"
The other teenagers yelled angrily and chased after him. The pockmarked man brandished his knife and shouted, "Kill this guy too and take his knife!"
Gordon ignored the little man, kicked on the ground with his toes, turned around and ran. He stepped on a hard bump, and the gravel slid down the soles of his feet, revealing a head buried under the sand, as big as a bada.
Ugly and ferocious, two cold yellow eyes stared at Gordon.
It's a tooth worm! Gao Deng's steps froze, his running posture immediately stopped, and his limbs maintained their original posture, motionless.
The toothworm is a ferocious insect unique to the desert. It usually does not attack humans unless it is disturbed. Gordon stared at the toothworm, and the palms of his hands holding the scimitar were sweating. He did not dare to act rashly. If he ran away, he would only be attacked by the toothworm.
Take it as a provocation to attract an attack. What's more, there are two rows of flat winged feet under the abdomen of the toothworm, which are good at gliding on the sand and are much faster than him.
Qiawei raised his head and approached Gordon. Gordon held his breath, his throat contracted slightly, but his whole body remained motionless.
The toothy and soft tentacles lightly touched Gordon's calf.
"Bang bang!" With the sound of footsteps, sand and dust rose all the way from below, and the little man quickly climbed to the top of the slope. "Help me quickly, or you will die too!" He shouted maliciously and ran past Gordon.
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"Boom!" The gravel and sand splashed, and the frightened Qianwei turned his head. His body as thick as a bucket broke through the sand layer and leaped forward.
"Ah!" A horrified expression appeared on the little man's face. He looked at a huge mouth that expanded rapidly to cover his field of vision. The dense and sharp teeth closed up and down, and blood spattered. The little man was broken at the waist, and his lower body fell to the ground.
land.
Several teenagers who came over saw this scene and were so frightened that they turned around and ran away.
The toothworm rushed out boldly, its huge mouth opened almost occupying the entire head, and it quickly bit a young boy, chewed and swallowed it, and then chased after the others.
Gordon hesitated for a moment and gave up the idea of sliding away. This tooth-worm was already full of ferocity, and if a few teenagers died, it would probably be his turn. Gordon's eyes followed the tooth-worm, and its winged feet were brisk.
He slid across the slope, killed another boy, and then caught up with Pockmarked Face. Pockmarked Face screamed and swung his knife, and the blade hit his jaw, splashing a cloud of yellow turbid juice.
Opportunity! Gordon made a quick decision, lay down on the ground, slid across the sandy slope in a diving posture, and headed straight for the toothworm. The toothworm's jaw was injured, and he was angry because of the pain. His attention was completely attracted by the pockmarked boy.
Shaking his head violently, his teeth squirmed open the scimitar, and he stumbled back with a pockmarked face. He barely grabbed the handle of the knife, faced the giant mouth that rushed towards him, and swung the knife with all his strength.
Ten meters... three meters... one meter... Gordon was getting closer and closer to the worm. He thrust his arms straight and aimed the tip of the knife at the tubular anus at the tail of the worm.
"Pfft" sounded two times, one after another. The pockmarked machete struck at the neck of Zhiwei. Zhiwei twisted angrily, his big mouth covered the pockmarked face, and was about to close it. Immediately afterwards, Gordon rushed over and stabbed with the tip of the knife.
Enter the anal canal of the toothworm!
The tooth was twitching violently in pain, and the teeth were still embedded in the back of the pockmarked face, and there was no time to bite. The front half of the pockmarked body was submerged in the huge mouth of the tooth, struggling desperately, and the scimitar was slashing at the throat of the tooth.
Gordon's momentum has not stopped yet! Closing his eyelids tightly, he rushed into the anal canal, the tip of the knife penetrated the slimy body cavity, and drove straight in.
The toothworm was hit from the front and back, the pain was unbearable, and the body was tumbling wildly. The pockmarked face was thrown back and forth like a broken sack, and was hit on the rough gravel again and again. The bones were broken and blood gushed out.
Gordon also received several blows in succession, and suddenly he felt dizzy, dizzy, and tinnitus. Fortunately, his whole body was wrapped in the thick and soft flesh of the teeth, which relieved the force of the impact. He felt a soft intestine-like body with his left hand and grasped it firmly.
Hold on, keep your body steady. Swing the knife with your right hand and stab the surroundings fiercely.
"Crack!" The pockmarked face hit a piece of gravel, and his spine was broken. He died on the spot, but the blade got stuck in the throat of the toothworm. The toothworm went crazy and flapped up and down, bumping around, and a young boy who was running was hit by it.
Turn it over, swallow it in one gulp, and the blade stuck in your throat goes a little deeper.
After a burst of violent blows, Gordon gradually felt weak. The air in the tooth cavity was suffocating, mucus filled his mouth and nose, and breathing became increasingly difficult. He drilled forward with all his strength, and the tip of the knife passed through a fluffy flesh wall. "Pfft"
, the machete hit a yellow-brown ball, and the clear juice spurted out of the ball and splashed on Gordon's face.
The toothworm sprang up spasmodically and flew several meters high. The last surviving boy was so frightened that his legs cramped. He watched the toothworm fall in the air and his mind went blank.
"Bang!" The toothy head hit his feet hard, and the boy fell down, feces and urine flowing out.
After the shock, he suddenly found that the tooth was motionless, his eyeballs were closed, and his huge mouth was half open. "Dead, the monster is dead!" The young man was stunned and cried with joy. "Haha, it is dead, and I am still alive!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a figure rushed out of the giant mouth and slashed with a scimitar, cutting him in half!
Gordon retracted his scimitar, turned around and cut open the chest cavity of the toothworm, took out the broken yellow-brown ball, and swallowed it whole. It was the heart core of the toothworm, which cooled and relieved fire, nourished yin and moisturized the lungs, and soothed the heat brought by the desert.
The rest of the wormwood is too fishy and eating it will only cause diarrhea.
Then, Gordon quickly ran towards the scattered corpses and picked up the water bladder. The pockmarked face's water bladder had been smashed, all the water had drained, and most of the other five water bladders had been drank. Gordon unplugged the water bladders one by one.
, drank all the water in one breath, and then sat down with his back against the squirming corpse to breathe.
At this time, he felt his heart beating violently, and his whole body was soaked with sweat and cavity fluid. His head, neck, back, and knees were all bruised, and there were bursts of throbbing pain, which were obviously caused by the rolling teeth.
Gordon rested for more than half an hour until he regained his strength before getting back on the road.