The boy rolled over and was a little sobered up by the pebbles under him.

After a while, he opened his eyes, but his eyes were pierced by the light of the brazier in front of him.

His pupils easily adjusted to the warm and dazzling light, and the boy opened a pair of dark eyes, quietly observing the scene in front of him.

No one, no one around.

The people who usually stared at him didn't know what they were doing at this time.

probably thought that he was beaten to the ground by yesterday's lesson, so the people who looked at him were not so vigilant.

So, now is the rare opportunity.

The boy easily stood up, moved closer to the campfire, looked at the jumping flames, and hesitated whether to jump in.

It's dry, and it's rare to see a few rains a year, so if you jump in and get your clothes on Mars, you'll be on fire.

If he can die immediately, it will be God's greatest mercy to him.

Even if you don't burn to death on the spot, you can get a burn that is difficult to heal, and with the medical conditions here, if the wound on the body exceeds 30%, it must be a dead end.

Of course, he knew that burns were the most painful of all wounds, and he was afraid of pain, but would it be more painful than what he had ever experienced?

The boy closed his eyes, and his mind was a lifeless, gray-skinned hand, alternating with a loving and dignified face.

If he dies, he and the people he loves the most will be reunited right away, right?

Thinking wildly in his mind, the boy unconsciously leaned closer to the campfire. The tiny hairs on the pores were licked by the flames one by one, and there was a slight pain, but more of it was the excitement of being relieved after the numbness.

The boy stared at the flames in a daze, the red fire in his eyes jumping and jumping, and after a moment, he gritted his teeth and stretched his right arm into the fire.

The flame smelled the dryness and rushed forward cheerfully and greedily. In an instant, flames slammed into his wrists and spread up his sleeves.

The boy closed his eyes, waited for the burning and pain of the flames, and simply bit his left wrist to prevent himself from screaming.

However, in the next second, he heard the sound of metal falling to the ground. Immediately afterwards, someone rushed up, grabbed the sand and stones from the ground, sprinkled them on his arm, and threw them on his sleeve with all his might.

The sleeve had just been stained by tongues of fire, and it was extinguished before it could be opened, and there were only two bubbles on the boy's forearms that had been burned by the fire.

He was furious, and his heart to seek death just now faded.

"Get out of here!" he yelled at the comer, angrily pushing the man again.

The emaciated girl fell to the ground, her knee hit the stone on the ground that was used to press the tent, and after a muffled grunt, she looked up aggrievedly.

The girl was no more than eleven or twelve years old, with a long figure, and her hair reaching to her waist, but she was a little yellow and dry, and her fur was tied behind her head, and at first glance it looked like a haystack.

Her facial features have not yet fully grown, but she can also distinguish them from the Han people, with deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, dense and long eyelashes, and mottled stains on her face, but two white marks are washed out by tears.

She wiped it indiscriminately, so that a tear mole was clearly visible in the corner of her eye, and a pair of peach blossom eyes looked even more watery and misty because of tears.

The girl stood up, speaking words that the boy did not understand, looking anxious and aggrieved.

The boy looked at her coldly and didn't say anything.

After the girl had spoken for a while, she saw that the boy ignored her, and deliberately moved the brazier farther away. Then the curtain was lifted, except for the tent, and it was not long before it went and returned.

She held a fuzzy and chaotic mass in her palm, her fingertips blackened with some juice, and when she got closer, the boy could see that it was a ball of grass crushed.

The girl did not speak, and covered the black grass and juice over the blisters that the boy had just burned.

The boy felt that the wound was cold, and the burning sensation disappeared suddenly.

Although he was a little angry, he didn't want to die. So let her deal with the wound and not move.

Since this annoying girl is here, he can't find death, so he should simply suffer less guilt.

After applying the herbal juice to the boy and treating the wound, the girl brought water to wipe his hands.

Feeling the wetness between his fingers, the young man's eyebrows moved, and his ears pricked up to seriously discern the movement outside the tent.

After a moment, he noticed a different silence outside the tent than before, and his heart was surprised.

He bowed his head and asked the girl, "What about people?"

The girl can only understand simple Chinese, and she understands the meaning of these two words.

She shook her head, pointed out the tent again, and said one word: "No......"

The boy frowned, wondering if she was expressing the absence of those people, or if she didn't know.

So he simply asked her, "Gone?"

The girl was puzzled for a while, and the boy had to patiently compare with her for a while.

After a few minutes, she finally understood, nodded her head, and muttered a few words in her mouth: "Water ......"

The boy suddenly understood.

Water is precious, it hasn't rained for months, and the gang is running out of water, so that each person has less and less water on their heads these days.

Today, however, the girl was able to bring water to wipe his hands, apparently because the water was suddenly enough.

So it must have been a new source of water, and the gang had been thirsty for a long time, so they either went to carry water or set up camp next to the oasis.

He was beaten hard only yesterday, and it was not so convenient to be moved, so he and this dirty girl were left behind, and they could only take care of them when the gang was done.

The boy's mind turned and he began to think about the possibility of escape.

He pretended to close his eyes and recuperate, waved his hand to let the girl out, and then took advantage of the moment she went out and lifted the curtain, and found that the Gobi outside was endless, only the lone star accompanied by the moon, twinkling on the endless sky.

Tonight was a nice day, and tomorrow should be sunny too.

And in the huge camp, there are only the two of them left. It was late at night, and the gang hadn't returned.

And with the geographical and climatic conditions here, it is very dangerous at night, and they will definitely not walk at night, and will definitely wait until daytime to set up camp again.

Then, he won't see them again until at least tomorrow during the day.

If you don't run away now, when will you wait?

The boy suppressed his excitement and didn't have time to care about the girl, allowing her to lie down not far from him.

Not long after, the sound of her long breathing was heard, and she seemed to be asleep.

The boy did not hesitate any longer, moved away from a rock that looked unsightly, and with great difficulty, dug out a rusty blade that he had hidden very deeply from the hole under the rock, and began to cut the rope that was firmly tied to his feet.

After a while, the hemp rope, which was the thickness of his thumb and tied several times, began to crack, and the hemp was broken one by one, and in the silence of the night, there was a small movement.

The boy suppressed his excitement and worked hard for more than ten minutes.

The hemp rope was finally sawn open, and the fractures were jagged and broke away from his ankle, revealing some festering, red skin underneath.

For a moment, his breath was rapid.