The yellow sand is long, and the bones are cold. In the dim glow of silver light, in the boundless sea of sand, a black dot the size of a bean moved with difficulty, like a drop in the ocean.

There was a dead silence around him, and the invisible and silent oppression was even more devastating than the presence of the sword.

The fat man had already come down from Su Mo's body, and the two of them supported each other, holding each other's arms tightly, not daring to relax in the slightest.

Not long after they rushed into the desert sea, a tornado that came out of thin air raged, almost scraping the two of them into the air. Fortunately, it didn't take long, so the two of them were lucky not to be blown away. It's just that after this time, even Su Mo is out of breath and has spent a lot of physical energy.

As for the old monk who was tracking behind him, he was completely gone at this moment. If you want to encounter it in this vast and empty desert, I am afraid that it will take quite a chance.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on them, and disasters and blessings depend on them. Such are the pros and cons of the world.

"Young master, it can't go on like this, we have to find a place to rest, otherwise we won't be able to hold on to it without that thief to kill it." This hellish place, freezing to death. The fat man held Su Mo's arm and walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, muttering in a low voice.

In the daytime, the desert is unobstructed, and under the scorching sun, the high temperature can dry people to death. And at night, this extreme heat suddenly turns into another extreme, and the biting cold air comes out of nowhere, which is simply pervasive, and Rao is fat man is fat, and he can't bear it at this time.

Compared with the fat man's iron-blue face, Su Mo was much better. It's not that Su Mo is more frost-resistant than him, it's really that the fat man has lost too much before, and his foundation is seriously damaged, even if he has the life given by Su Mo, it is only seven or eight percent, far from being compared with usual.

And although Su Mo was also extremely tired, he was not injured at all, and although the remaining life vitality in his body was not sufficient, in this dangerous situation, he was magically spontaneously turning. Every time you turn one more turn, you can melt away the cold that invades your body.

And with this ablation, Su Mo was pleasantly surprised to find that the lost vitality was recovering very slowly. Although the speed is extremely slow, it has been carried out steadily. I believe that as long as you persist like this, there will always be a time when you will be replenished. But at that time, in this desperate situation, it was one more means to save your life.

And between the ups and downs, Su Mo was not too eroded by the cold. Just looking at the fat man's situation, Su Mo knew that resting for a night was the most correct choice.

From the descriptions of many documentaries in later generations, there is no shelter on the desert, and most of the people who choose to enter the desert are caravans, and these caravans are all camels. In this way, whenever the night camp is held, the camels are arranged in a circle on the periphery, and tents are set up inside to spend the night.

In addition, there is also an important key point that although the desert is unobstructed, it does not mean that it is a flat river. There are also ups and downs inside, and even many places have a huge drop, so if you look carefully, you can find the leeward place. The caravan dared to rest boldly, which is also the reason why this leeward is found.

And at this moment, Su Mo and the others, there is no need to think about camels or anything, the only thing that can be used by them is this leeward slope.

Half an hour later, under a huge leeward slope, Su Mo and the fat man sat and lay down. It was not until this moment that the two of them really got a break.

The fat man paddled his limbs and buried his body in the sand to ward off the extreme cold outside. But it was only a moment's work, and he struggled with a blushing face. Fortunately, Su Mo next to him reacted quickly and hurriedly helped dig him out.

"You bastard, are you looking for death? Don't lie down, let's sit for a while, and then we'll keep walking. Su Mo reprimanded angrily.

The fat man felt very aggrieved, and responded with a sigh of relief, muttering in a low voice: "I'm not looking for some heat, who knew that the ground that was hot before was so cold now." ”

Su Mo rolled his eyes and despised this uneducated rammer fiercely. After thinking about it, he said: "In the desert, the temperature difference between day and night is very large. During the day, the heat is high enough to steam people, and the sand conducts heat the most, so you feel hot feet, and at night, without the sun, the temperature is quickly dissipated, and it cannot be retained at all. And if you bury yourself in it, and if you take the initiative to use the sand to disperse the temperature, how can it not be cold? If you don't freeze, you will die. ”

The fat man was dumbfounded.

Su Mo thought for a while and said, "Here, try to sit as much as possible when you rest." Sitting is the best way to maintain energy, remember, sitting is far more appropriate than lying down, at least, in this desert. ”

The fat man nodded confusedly, and admired the young master in his heart. Sure enough, it was his own young master, not an ordinary man, who could know so much.

Thinking like this, how dare you move again. After being quiet for a while, the two of them recovered their strength slightly, and Su Mo got up and beckoned to hurry.

The fat man looked puzzled, and while slowly getting up, he said, "Don't you say you want to rest, why do you want to leave again?"

Su Mo raised his hand to give him a shudder, and said angrily: "If you don't rush at night, will you wait for the day to walk and be roasted? ”

The fat man hurriedly took a few steps, and couldn't help but say, "Young master, aren't you hungry? ”

Su Mo glanced at him, kept his feet, and said: "You and I only have a limited amount of dry food, and the water is only two skins, and I don't know when I can go out in this desert, and when I can't stand it, I can't waste a little." I warn you, especially water, even when you can't stay up, you can only moisturize your lips, and you should not drink too much. ”

The fat man sighed, and suddenly cried and mourned. I don't care if I am beaten and endured pain or anything, but if I starve, it is like killing him. It's just that he also knows the crisis in this sea of sand, and he is naturally respectful of this. As for the posture on the face, it is just a matter of habit, but it can be regarded as a spice for pleasure in suffering.

The two of them walked like this, but they went all the way up until they stepped on the sandy bay. There are twists and turns, but it is generally a feeling to go south.

According to Su Mo's calculations, although the two rushed into the desert, they should not be too deep. When they came, the two should have gone all the way to the north, so they went in opposite directions, maybe they could get out.

As for the old monk, although he didn't know if he followed in, he presumably even if he didn't follow up, at most he just stayed where he was and died. And the two of them, after a few turns, don't know how far they have turned. In this directionless desert, the so-called difference is thousands of miles, that is, it is out, and I must not know how far away from the place where I entered, as long as it is not too lucky, it should not be encountered.

But if it is really that inch, and it is in line with the lives of the two people, it is much better than being tortured to death in this desert.

In fact, these are just trapped beasts, and it is all a fluke. After all, at this moment, Su Mo had no choice but to leave everything to heaven to decide. I hope the protagonist's aura will work, he thought a little like a Q.

The two of them walked and stopped this night, and occasionally ate once, barely replenishing their physical strength. When the sun rose in the east on the second day, it was still yellow in all directions, and it was obvious that the original plan had been completely defeated.

Su Mo's face was a little ugly, he stood in place and squinted and thought for a long time, and then he told the fat man to follow his example, take off the coat on his body, cover his head and face and tighten all the exposed skin, and try not to show a little.

In the desert during the day, once the heat of the sun rises, it will not even sweat out, and it will be evaporated immediately as soon as the pores are secreted, which is the most murderous and invisible. In later generations, I don't know how much popular science has already mentioned countless times.

Choosing a place with a sunny back, Su Mo sat with the fat man. took stock of the food and water on the two of them, and couldn't help but be a little silent.

The dry food can last for two days, but the water is only enough for one day. But at the moment, it seems that if the two want to get out of this big Gobi, it is far away. The crisis is already imminent.

"You have to think of finding water and getting something to eat, otherwise you ......" Su silently put away the food and water bladders, especially the water, and simply untied his shirt and hid it in the deepest part of his chest and abdomen, only separated by a layer of underwear. If not, it will be slowly evaporated through the water bladder under the transpiration of the temperature.

The fat man licked his chapped lips, looked around blankly, and said with a wry smile: "Where can you find food but sand here?" ”

Su Mo looked into the distance and said softly but firmly: "Yes, there are still some." Do you think there is no living creature here except sand and sand?"

The fat man was a little stunned, looked around, but found nothing, and couldn't help but turn his head to look at Su Mo.

Su Mo smiled slightly, raised his hand and pointed to a certain place in front of him, and said softly: "Look carefully, what is that?"

The fat man looked hard in the direction he pointed, and it took him a long time to barely make out that there seemed to be a faint trace of ink, but it was too far away, and there was a refraction of hot gas, so he couldn't see it clearly.

Helpless, but I couldn't help but be convinced. It can be seen from this that the young master's eyesight is so terrifying, but in a dozen eyes, he can find a trace of abnormality so far away.

Only, what will that ink color be?

"It should be a cactus. Su Mo seemed to guess his thoughts, stared in that direction, licked his lips and explained softly.

Cacti are edible. What's more, where there are cacti, he has a way to make a little water, although maybe not too much, but after all, it is much better than completely empty.

In this desperate situation, what could be happier than hope? Now, a little different color in the endless yellow is a glimmer of hope.

Now that you've found a cactus, you can't wait any longer. Because the yellow sand in the eyes seems to be still, in fact, it is changing all the time. Once it's been a long time, you'll soon be moved to another place before you know it.

Pulling the fat man up, while carefully teaching him how to settle down, how to maintain a steady rhythm of steps, while telling him the mysteries, which made the fat man like listening to the strange talk of the sky, very surprised. At the same time, I am also curious about how much attention and reason I have to walk in.

After a meal, the green with an obvious inky color became clear in my eyes.