"Of course you have to tell Ye Zheng. Chunyan, go out and inform Ye Zheng of the situation," the red lady nodded.
"Sister, what should we do next?" He Qing asked the red lady.
"Let's just wait and see what happens," Lady Hong said. "The top priority is to speed up and rush to Xingbei. We are all Houtian realm warriors. When we get to him, even if we can't block powerful enemies for him, at least we can
Delay a few opponents for him."
"Yes, eldest sister," the women did not disobey the red lady's words. The red lady's thoughts were exactly their thoughts.
In the company's control room, Cheng Yongsheng frowned.
"Why did it suddenly disappear? Is there any unknown danger there?"
Cheng Yongsheng, who was as cunning as a fox, had originally planned to take an aircraft to the island where Shu Xingbei was going. However, Shu Xingbei just disappeared from the surveillance screen, making him suspicious.
There is no doubt about Shu Xingbei's strength. He is a master in the Xiantian realm. There is really no warrior in the company who can be his opponent. Even if Cheng Yongsheng has a secret method, he can face Shu Xingbei without fear. That is just helpless.
Just fear.
The outer sea is not the company's base camp, and there is no way to bring the undead army there. If you want to deal with Shu Xingbei the same way you used to deal with the Seventh Young Master of Ji'an and Luzhu Taijia, it won't work in the outer sea.
Cheng Yongsheng gave up the idea of going to the island. No matter what kind of adventure Shu Xingbei got, it didn't matter. First, he had to face the challenges of the three major families.
When the time comes, Li Zhen and Zhuo Hao will be able to reap the benefits.
Cheng Yongsheng decided that he might as well live in the control room these days. When encountering critical matters, Cheng Yongsheng was not so confident about anyone. The only one he believed in was himself.
Shu Xingbei in the outer sea was not dead. The whirlpool did not know where it had stirred him up. Anyway, when he opened his eyes, what he saw in front of him really confused and surprised him.
He lay naked on the ground, and the storage bag on his body had long disappeared. The black knife that had been with him for several years was lost again.
Shu Xingbei couldn't care less about being shy. There was no one else here anyway. He stood up and looked at the place where he was.
It is an extremely empty ground, with endless yellow sand everywhere you look. There is no vegetation on the ground. The yellow sand stretches as far as the eye can see, and you don’t know where it leads.
Is this a desert? Shu Xingbei has seen the desert before. When he encountered the killer team from Baihutang, he attacked and killed those killers on a desert island.
Aren't you in the sea? Under the guidance of the old octopus, he encountered four islands. He encountered an underwater whirlpool on the third island and lost consciousness.
If there were no other incidents, he should still be out at sea. But there was no trace of water at all, let alone the sea.
Fortunately, the temperature here is suitable, and he doesn't feel a little bit cold due to lack of clothes.
In the vast desert, there is no way to know the direction. After Shu Xingbei lost his storage bag, he had nothing to live on. Looking at the empty everything around him, he could only survive if he found a way out.
Possibility of coming down.
Otherwise, even if he is sober right now, he will eventually die.
However, there is a world of sand around him. Which direction should he go without knowing the direction?
Forget it, don't think about it anymore, just move forward anyway, the worst case is death.
After thinking about this, Shu Xingbei relaxed and started to move forward. In the empty world, there was no sun, and he didn't know where the dim light came from, which prevented him from groping in the darkness.
.
From this point of view, Shu Xingbei is lucky.
A naked person just chooses a direction and walks forward. It sounds easy, but it is actually very difficult. Being in the boundless desert, no matter who it is, the state of mind will be greatly impacted.
But Shu Xingbei seemed to be fine.
"He moved and walked forward like this." In the distance, there was a pair of eyes watching everything here.
"So what? Isn't it rare to die of starvation, death of thirst, death of running away from strength, death of being caught in a sandstorm?" A very indifferent voice sounded.
"Haha, that little ghost wants something from us, so he actually came up with a way to send an innate warrior to die every few years. The heart of a little ghost is big," the voice from before sighed.
"These are beyond our control. Anyway, we will stay here. If someone clears the level, the things will be given to him. As for whether the person who comes is a scapegoat or a puppet, it is not our business. Don't you see, the third child doesn't even have a face?
Are they all exposed?" the voice from behind replied.
The two people spoke and answered each other, and the information revealed in their words was enough to shock any warrior in Qianye Continent.
It turns out that it’s not that there are no innate warriors in Qianye Continent, but rather that as soon as the innate warriors appeared, they were brought here.
Of course Shu Xingbei couldn't hear such a sound. He walked in the direction he chose. His pace was not fast, because he knew very well that when walking in the desert, he must not lose his physical strength too quickly, and he also
There was a trouble waiting for him. He had nothing to eat or drink. In other words, he didn't know how long he could keep walking.
Hope there will be an oasis ahead.
This is the knowledge Shu Xingbei gained from the books he once read. There are oases in the desert. As long as you find them, you will have water to drink and food to eat.
With bare feet and firm eyes, he stepped on the sand step by step. Behind him, he left footprints one after another. When he walked through several sand dunes, the footprints behind him were flattened by the breeze, and the desert returned to form.
As it is, it seems like no one has ever walked here.
He didn't know how long he had been walking, but Shu Xingbei discovered a problem that gave him a huge headache. That was, he couldn't time the time. The dim light in the desert flickered on and off, and the interval in between was not a day's time at all.
.In other words, he completely lost the concept of time.
It turns out that lying dead on the bottom of the sand is the final outcome.
Shu Xingbei shook his head and smiled bitterly.
But there was no hesitation in his feet, and he still moved forward step by step.
The skin under his feet had long been worn out, with little blood seeping out, and the pain reminded him that he was still alive.
"Does your heart have a death wish?" the voice in the distance asked.
"I didn't see it," the eyes observing the movement here blinked twice, and then a voice replied.
"How many days has he been gone?" the voice that spoke before asked again.
"Seven days," there was exclamation in the reply's voice.
"It's been seven days? How can you persist until now without eating or drinking? I remember that the person who persisted longer lived for eleven days, right?"
"Yeah. That was a long time ago."
Two voices sighed at the same time.
Shu Xingbei was still walking. He persisted at first, and then regarded this walking as a kind of tempering for his own state of mind.
"Therefore, Heaven is about to entrust this man with a great responsibility. His muscles and bones will be strained, his skin will be starved, his body will be depleted, and his actions will be disturbed." The words in the books he had read came to him bit by bit.
appeared in his mind, causing him to constantly encourage himself.
What is the purpose of life in the end?
Dominate others? Or just earn your own breath?
Shu Xingbei even thought about the past events bit by bit. He was sure that he had not done anything evil. Even if he might have accidentally killed a few people, that was not his original intention.
If he died like this, he would have benefited the company in vain.
The company is the biggest pain and hatred in his heart.
Back then, if Nie Lan hadn't become a slave, hired a doctor for him, and saved him from the brink of death, there would be no Shu Xingbei today.
And when Shu Xingbei earned gold coins and went to the company tower to redeem Nie Lan, what kind of treatment did he receive?
Because the superior was unkind, he could only endure it silently, preserving his own life in order to avenge the bloodshed in the future.
If Luzhu Taijia and Ji'an Seventh Young Master hadn't suffered setbacks in the company, Shu Xingbei would have already mobilized troops against the company.
Nie Lan, those who do evil will be punished, and those who do good will be rewarded. If God himself does not punish evil and promote good, then I will do it for God.
A kind of pride arose spontaneously in Shu Xingbei's heart. If his physical strength had not been exhausted, he would have roared loudly and vomited the lump in his chest.
"How many days?" the indifferent voice asked again.
"Fifteen days," the man observing Shu Xingbei replied.
"Not dead?"
"Asking even though you know it."
"It's not easy. He has survived until now in a situation of certain death. He may have an obsession. If he doesn't let go of his obsession, he will not die."
"Haha. Who doesn't have obsessions in his life? It's just who is willing to persevere and who is willing to let go."
"Hey, it's not easy for you either. You've trained your mind to this extent."
After the two voices spoke, they began to joke.
"Ghost Ship, what you have done is to ask me to die for you? Let me tell you, even if I get what you want, I will never give it to you."
Shu Xingbei finally couldn't walk anymore. He stood there. Even if he moved one step forward, he couldn't do it. Hungry, tired, thirsty, and the sand and dust he had encountered finally reached the point where he was exhausted.
Nie Lan, I finally failed to destroy the company and seek justice for you.
There was still stubbornness and unwillingness in Shu Xingbei's eyes.
"This person is different from the people who have been here before," the person observing Shu Xingbei said.
"Not the same? Everyone is different. No matter how different he is, how different can he be? Are he going to die soon?" said the indifferent voice.
"It's really different. His lips were moving, as if he was talking about the ghost ship, and when he mentioned the ghost ship, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth."
"What do you mean?" The indifferent voice behind him became louder.
"I want to save him. At least, I want to observe him for a while longer."