The sun was getting lower and lower, purple clouds appeared in the sky, and twilight slowly overflowed. Gordon and Artest ran for a long time, and a large thorn bush appeared in front of them, with branches covered with dense thorns like thin ghost claws.
, stretched ferociously into the air. Near the thorn bush, a large number of child slaves were sitting scattered, apparently resting, there were hundreds of them.
"Don't worry!" Gordon grabbed Artest, took off the water bag as quickly as possible, drank most of it, and forced the rest into Artest's mouth.
"Someone is coming again!" About ten of the child slaves stood up, tall and strong, each with a knife, and quickly surrounded them.
Gordon threw the empty water bag to the ground and held the scimitar across his chest.
A young man with a scar on his face shouted angrily: "Damn it, these two bastards drank all the water!"
Gordon said unhurriedly: "So there is no reason to fight to the death. Let's save our strength and deal with the ferocious beasts in the desert together."
"Who the hell are you? Are you worthy of fighting me?" The scarred boy rushed forward with a knife. Artest stepped in front of Gordon and wanted to stop him. But Gordon ran faster and raised the tip of the knife.
, slit the scarred boy's wrist, and the opponent's scimitar fell to the ground.
In just a few seconds, the scarred boy's wrist swelled and oozed black blood. He was stunned: "There is a knife, there is..." Before he could finish his words, he fell down.
Gordon smiled and faced the group of people: "My knife is poisonous and will kill you at the sight of blood. I have no intention of provoking you. Those who survive until now are smart people. Smart people don't do things that are useless, right?"
Everyone looked at each other, and Gordon and Artest took the opportunity to escape. Gordon walked around a few times and repeatedly observed the terrain. He saw a camel body lying on the east side of the thorn bush. The flesh and blood were gone, and the internal organs were also damaged.
Chew away most of it, leaving only the white bones.
This is the camel left behind by the Blood Prison. Maybe it is a hint? Gordon pondered and decided to spend the night here.
He looked at the crowd in the distance: those child slaves were either listless or had a fierce look in their eyes. The childlike faces were like distorted and changing masks, sometimes being covered by the heavy dusk, sometimes emerging again, reflected scarlet by the sunset.
Like blood.
When no one was paying attention, Gordon split the thorns with his knife and went deep into the thorn bush.
"Brother, let me do it." Artai struggled to pull up the thick and long thorns and rushed to open the way in front. The sharp thorns tickled them from time to time, drawing blood marks on their exposed arms and legs, but both of them shouted
Not humming, as if not aware.
Gordon stopped at a depression surrounded by thorns, and asked Artest to break a lot of thorns and pile them all around to form a dense wall.
"Brother, you are so smart." Artest raised his thumbs. They were now firmly protected by thorns, enough to withstand the attacks of wild beasts.
So you are cannon fodder. Gordon looked at the sky and said, "Start digging holes."
Artai was stunned and suddenly realized: "If we die, there will be no one to dig a grave for us, so we must prepare it first. Brother, you have even thought of this!"
Gordon stiffened again, and he forced a smile: "I'm not ready to die yet, Artest. We are going to dig a bunker."
The two of them worked together to dig a narrow hole, just big enough for them to jump in, and covered the top with thorns. In this way, it would be difficult for them to be discovered by foreign enemies.
"What we can do has been done." Gordon squatted in the pit and looked into the distance.
On the lonely horizon, the ocher red sunset slowly sets, the afterglow is so brilliant that it seems to be burning, and the dusk is like a melancholy fireworks.
This is Gordon's favorite moment, the sunset in the desert is full of tragic beauty.
"Fading in glory. Brilliant in fading." Gordon thought of the last words of Cobra, the founder of the Cobra family and the diamond-level assassin. This was the first half of the sentence.
The second half of the sentence is: "This is the life of an assassin."
It's getting dark.
There were only a few stars at night, their light was dim, and the large sand dunes were shrouded in shadow. Some child slaves walked around anxiously, shouting loudly to be brave.
After a long time, there was still silence all around. Many child slaves could not bear the exhaustion and fell asleep. Suddenly, a group of blue giant scorpions silently emerged from the ground. The scorpion tails picked up the child slaves and sent them into their mouths.
The child slaves were screaming and running around, some were fighting with knives, and mucus and blood were flying everywhere.
"These scorpions have human faces!" Artest exclaimed. When the giant scorpion was hit by the knife, it made a baby cry.
Gordon covered his mouth. Shouting at this time was like seeking death.
Half an hour later, the giant scorpions retreated one after another, leaving behind broken limbs and remains everywhere.
The rich smell of blood dispersed in the Gobi, attracting more beasts. Before anyone could breathe a sigh of relief, a rock fox sprang out from behind the sandstone, bit off a girl's throat, and dragged the body into the darkness. Another child slave was killed.
Wrapped in a tentacle covered with suckers, it disappeared without a trace.
From time to time, people were killed, and everyone became more and more panicked. Some hid deep in the thorns, and some fled into the distance. In the night sky, a snake-necked bat swooped down, picked up a running young man in its fangs, and swooped towards
Skyrim.
After a long time, the chaos gradually subsided. The surviving child slaves were breathing heavily, their hands and feet were shaking, and they were looking around with frightened eyes.
The sky got darker, and at some point, the stars in the sky disappeared. There was no light on all sides, and the thick darkness covered the Gobi like a huge devil's hand, making people breathless.
Gordon had never seen such a dark night, it was so dark that it was so dark. The night wind blew by, and he suddenly felt that his hair stood on end and his head felt swollen. A cold breath came with the wind, as if something was climbing up.
.
He was concentrating but couldn't see anything.
"We are going to die! Hahaha! We are all going to die!" A child suddenly had a nervous breakdown and laughed hysterically.
Smiling and laughing, he suddenly fell down and broke his neck like a crowing rooster.
Gordon felt his head swell and hurt more and more. He heard the child slave scream in terror, and the scream suddenly stopped and then started.
"The monster is coming, the monster with black smoke coming out of its nose!" A young man jumped up and waved his knife wildly, as if he was trying his best to fight the monster.
But Gordon saw nothing. His brain seemed to be stimulated, and his solidified mental power suddenly rioted, causing his head to burst with pain. He couldn't help but hold his head, and the scimitar fell from his palm.
He heard Artai cry out sadly: "Adu, is it you? Adu, you don't want to die!"
He heard people shouting the names of various monsters: "Evil dragon, a fire-breathing evil dragon in the sky!" "What the hell, why are there zombies here? Help me!"
He also heard the slave children falling down one after another, as if they were infected with a terrible plague.
Why does everyone see different things? Why can't I see it only? Gordon thought desperately, I want to see it! He has a terrible headache, I must see it! His head is about to explode.
"Bang!" His stubborn mental power, which was harder than a stone, opened a small hole, and several mental fragments burst out and merged into his mind. Gordon's whole body suddenly shook, and he was plunged into a nightmare-like coldness.
He "saw" it!
That's a very weird thing!
It was like a translucent jellyfish, its whole body was green, and its tentacles with changing luster were protruding from the deep and boundless darkness, floating back and forth among the child slaves.
Gordon had seen its color illustration in the book "Research on Anti-Life in the Capricorn Realm" - Gou Fearing Spirit!
It is an anti-life that only exists in this world!
The so-called anti-life is actually a strange existence that is opposite to life. The most familiar anti-life is the ghost.
If the world of real life is called the "outer world", then the world where all kinds of anti-life are located is the "inner world". In the outer world, the spirit is attached to the body, and life is presented in a material state; in the inner world, it is just the opposite, and the body is attached to the spirit.
, anti-life appears in a state of consciousness.
The two worlds belong to different levels and are independent of each other. There are only some slight gaps in the connection. In the outer world, only practitioners of psychic skills can use the mysterious spiritual seeds-spiritual seeds to cross the gaps into the inner world and hunt for prey.
Anti-life. In the inner world, only very weak anti-life can slip into the gap, enter the surface world, and create stories like a haunted house.
The Gou Fearing Spirit is a weak anti-life. "Capricorn Realm Anti-Life Research" describes it this way: "The Gou Fearing Spirit is a black lead-level anti-life. It likes to hunt souls and is good at exploiting the weakness of the prey's heart to transform various illusions. Once
If the prey develops a strong fear of the illusion, its soul will be devoured by the fear spirit."
Gordon suddenly realized that there were no monsters or dragons at all, they were all the illusion of the child slave.
The real culprit is Gohoring.
In other words, as long as you are not afraid of illusions, the Goblin has no lethality. And the Goblin will leave sooner or later. Neither humans nor anti-life can stay in the other's world for too long.
But Gordon still had doubts. Why couldn't the Gordread make him have an illusion? Why could he see the Gord?
Usually, only cultivators with spiritual seeds can see anti-life. This ability is a special kind of perception, which is called "inspiration". Why do you have inspiration?
Everything must be related to his special mental power. Gordon found that since his mental power exploded into several pieces, his head no longer hurt. At the same time, his physical body became lighter, and his mental power and physical body also became slightly lighter.
A little more coordinated.
The luckiest thing is that he has inspiration! In addition to seeing anti-life, inspiration can also glimpse many strange things in the world that are difficult to detect with the naked eye.
Gordon looked at the cannon fodder next to him. Artest actually picked up the scimitar, placed it in front of his neck, and called out Adu's name in pain. Gordon reached out to grab the knife, but couldn't grab it, so he kicked Artest in the air.
Yin, the scimitar fell to the ground with a clang.
Gordon slapped Artest more than ten times before he woke up.
Artest looked at Gordon blankly for a while before asking: "Brother, what happened?"
"You're having a nightmare."
"It turned out to be a dream! I dreamed about Adu. If I could walk faster and meet you earlier, Adu would not die."
Gordon shook his numb hands and thought, then both of you will die, in my hands.
Artest suddenly frowned, bent down and covered his crotch, confused and said to himself: "Why does it hurt so much here?"
Gordon replied calmly: "Maybe you are growing."
"Dreams can also develop?"
"Like a wet dream."
"Oh, brother, you are so knowledgeable!"
"Well, so I need to read more books."
Not long after, the Gothoring disappeared. The darkness slowly receded like a tide, and the cold starlight fell from the sky, illuminating the faint outline of the sand dunes.
There are still dozens of child slaves alive, panting like cattle, sweating profusely, having just fought a battle with imaginary monsters.
A burly young man collapsed on the ground and said with lingering fear: "I can finally take a rest."
As soon as he finished speaking, there were bursts of howls in the distance, and black shadows rushed towards here with dots of green light.