After a long journey for a day, Zhou Zhou and the others had almost no energy at all.
Chen Liang was supporting her along the way, and she managed to get here, while Sun Qian was supported by Wang Jin, and Zhai Shaohui and Zhou Qing supported the older Professor Yin on the left and right.
In this way, this team has barely made it this far.
Even so, the sudden drop in temperature at night had already made Zhou Zhou and others start to shiver, and some of them couldn't bear it anymore.
At this moment, seeing the shadowy oasis in the distance, Zhou Zou and others almost cried with joy.
Although Professor Yin was equally happy, his eyes were more confused.
According to the planned route on the map, at their traveling speed, it would take at least the next day to reach this oasis.
Scarface also frowned and stopped to look at the oasis in the distance.
He also looked at the map. Judging from the speed of their travel, it was absolutely impossible to reach the oasis in less than a day.
What is going on with this oasis in front of me?
He gestured to the man next to him, who understood, put down his backpack, and ran quickly towards the oasis in front of him.
A few minutes later, the man came back with a little helplessness on his face: "It's not an oasis, it's a mirage."
"A mirage?" This news made Zhou Zhou and others who had already seen hope feel like they had been hit by a bolt from the blue, and could hardly stand.
At this time, they were all more or less regretting why they came to Nest No. 178.
Such a harsh environment is no place for people to live.
It would be better if we arrived at an oasis. After all, an oasis is different from a desert. The temperature difference at night will not be that big. There is plenty of water, there will be no wind and sand, and it will be a little more comfortable to rest.
There is no oasis at the moment, doesn't that mean that they can only spend the night in the empty desert tonight?
You know, the wind is very strong at night in the desert. If there is no shelter, even if they set up their tent, they will be blown directly by the draft in the desert.
"Although it's not an oasis, there are ruins of a village in that direction. Although there are only ruins, it should be enough for us to spend the night."
The warrior's next words made the eyes of Zhou Zhi and others, who were almost desperate, brighten up again.
"Do you still have the strength to walk a few kilometers?"
Scarface looked back at the people: "If we can't walk, we will have to stay here for the night."
As a warrior, he naturally didn't care. Even after walking for a day, he was still full of energy and warm all over. The sudden drop in temperature in the desert had no major impact on him.
At this point, unless it suddenly drops from dozens of degrees to dozens of degrees below zero, any temperature change will be of no concern to the warrior.
Although Little Fatty and Zhou Qing are only fourth-level warriors, this temperature difference is just a little bit cold to them, and it doesn't matter much.
But Zhou Zhou and others are not good at it. They are just ordinary people and cannot bear it at all.
Hearing this, they all gritted their teeth and nodded. It would be better to take a few more steps than to be blown away by the wind in this empty place.
So, with the support of Wang Jin and others, Zhou Zhou and his party moved forward again.
As they walked all the way, they found that the so-called oasis was always in front of them no matter how they walked, and the distance from them seemed to remain unchanged no matter how they walked.
But this can be considered a good thing. After all, the appearance of a mirage means that the real oasis is not far away.
Zhou Zhou and others were disappointed with this mirage while comforting themselves in this way.
Half an hour later, a few people finally arrived in front of the ruins that the man from Wuji Martial Arts Hall mentioned.
This is just the remnant of a small village. There are only traces of dozens of houses. I don’t know how long it has been abandoned. Most of the houses have been damaged and weathered. Only a few broken walls are still standing in the sand, like a desert.
It was like a strange plant growing on it, with some strange shapes, and its outline in the night was faintly eye-catching.
Although there are only a few broken walls, this is enough to make Chen Liang and the others breathe a sigh of relief. The wind in the desert is cold and strong, so being blown by the wind is a trivial matter. If you get sick in this desert, it will really take a long time to get treatment.
There are no conditions.
"Let's rest here tonight. We'll start our journey tomorrow."
When they arrived at the ruins of the village, Scarface stopped forcing everyone to move on. He glanced into the distance and said something.
Wang Jin and others helped Zhou Zhou and others sit down, and while they were resting, they began to quickly set up the tent.
A group of people from the Wuji Martial Arts School walked around the ruins, and after a while they picked up some firewood and came back. They didn’t know where they dug it out. A few people gathered around and quickly lit a fire.
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Blocked by the broken walls, the firelight was not dazzling in this desert.
Scarface's hands and feet were very nimble, he lifted out the blue box, reached out and pressed it, and the box began to deform rapidly again like yesterday, and soon turned into a big pot.
Such a scene, not to mention Professor Yin and others, even Wang Jin was a little dumbfounded.
Weapons and kitchen utensils in one?
Or city people can play...
"When you go out, always prepare a few extra things."
The scar-faced man explained calmly, not caring about the attention of everyone.
The people at the Wuji Martial Arts School seemed to have long been used to it, and they quickly got busy. One added water to the pot, and the other took out the flesh and blood of the strange beasts killed during the day, washed them briefly, and put them inside.
Add some powder, and after a while, an attractive aroma wafts out.
"Okay, you can eat."
Scarface picked up a piece of alien meat with his dagger, and first handed it to Professor Yin and others.
Professor Yin took the piece of exotic animal meat, his Adam's apple rolled, but he still hesitated.
After all, this was cooked in a pot made of a weapon, and who knows what the weapon has been in contact with.
Normally, he would definitely not eat such unhygienic food.
Just for now...
I thought about the disgusting taste of compressed biscuits, and then smelled the alluring aroma emanating from the exotic meat in front of me.
Damn it, it's unhygienic... Professor Yin closed his eyes, his heart pounded, and stuffed the piece of exotic animal meat into his mouth.
Don't tell me, it smells really good.
Seeing Professor Yin, they all started to eat. Chen Liang and others also took the meat from the scarred face and ate it with relish.
Dozens of kilograms of exotic animal meat were finished in less than half an hour with the full cooperation of this group of people.
Even the broth was divided among everyone with cups. After all, in the desert, water resources are the most scarce and cannot be wasted.
"Okay, let's go to bed. For safety tonight, we will take turns keeping vigil."
After cleaning it up, Scarface turned the iron pot back into the shape of an iron box. After putting it away, he looked at Wang Jin and others: "Two groups take turns to keep watch, and each group takes turns for three hours. Do you have any objection?"
Naturally, Wang Jin had no objections, and neither did the two fat guys. They couldn't just do anything. They weren't good at fighting strange beasts, but keeping watch all night was no problem.
"Starting from you, you and Qian Feng will stay for the first three hours, and then you two will be paired with Chen Fang..."
Scarface quickly made the arrangements. He first pointed at Wang Jin, then looked at the two fat guys, and quickly divided them into four groups.
It has to be said that although Scarface has a cold face, he is actually very caring. He took over the most difficult task of keeping vigil in the second half of the night, leaving Wang Jin and the others to watch the first half of the night.
After everything was distributed, everyone went back to the tent, leaving only Wang Jin and the Wuji martial artist named Qian Feng sitting in front of the fire to guard.
"Boy, what kind of strength do you have? Why can't I see the depth of your strength?"
After all, the vigil was a bit boring. After the two sat in silence in front of the fire for a few minutes, Qian Feng finally couldn't help it and spoke with a little curiosity.
When he first met Wang Jin, he didn't feel too strong blood energy fluctuations in Wang Jin, so he didn't pay attention to Wang Jin, thinking that this kid was at best a second-level warrior.
However, during the day, the scene when Wang Jin knocked out the big black insect with one punch made Qian Feng realize that this kid was probably far more than just a second-level warrior.
The strength of that punch was at least that of a fifth-level warrior.
But simply sensing Wang Jin's energy and blood was extremely weak, making him no different from ordinary people.
It was precisely because of this that Qian Feng finally couldn't help asking questions.
"I'm just a fourth-level warrior..."
Wang Jin thought for a while and said.
Before he lost his energy and blood, he was indeed only a fourth-level warrior.
"Level 4 warrior?"
Qian Feng obviously didn't believe it very much. He didn't believe that a fourth-level warrior could deliver such a punch in the daytime.
The two of them chatted in front of the fire, and gradually became familiar with each other. They asked and answered questions, and the conversation became more lively.
"Damn it, you don't know how hard life is for us martial arts warriors..."
Qian Feng sighed and was about to complain to Wang Jin.
Suddenly, Wang Jin's expression turned serious, and he raised his eyes and looked into the distance.
Qian Feng also sensed it in an instant, his expression also changed, and he looked around.
The firelight only illuminated a small area between the broken walls.
But at this time, the dark places where the firelight could not shine were silent, and there were green light spots lighting up in the darkness, like small lanterns.
Densely packed, no less than dozens.
The small lanterns are approaching here little by little.
Wow!
The tent was suddenly opened, and the scarred face strode out. When he looked around, his face was also a little ugly.
Ouch!
There was a distant howl in the distance, spreading far across the desert.
The moment this howl sounded, the small lanterns rushed towards the fire at a very fast speed.
The sound of splashing sand was particularly clear in the night.