"Bang" Sinbad curled up like a ball, rolled down the slope of the sand mountain, and fell to the ground, splashing sand and dust.

Freckles and Tracey followed, rolling down the sand slope. Freckles got up and turned to look at the top of the mountain. The claw-shaped wound on his forehead kept dripping blood, but he didn't seem to realize it.

"Mr. Ghoul is going to be fine, is he?" Sinbad asked anxiously, his voice so hoarse that he could barely make out the syllables. They were chased by monsters with sharp teeth and claws, and Gordon volunteered to stay behind the palace.

"That pervert is so powerful, I'm sure I'll survive" Freckles deliberately laughed twice.

"Is there still water?" Tricy lay in the sand, her face haggard, her limbs throbbing, and she was so tired that she didn't want to move.

"It was gone the day before yesterday, it seems to be the day before yesterday." Freckles tossed the water bag to Tracy, and she pulled the stopper, aimed it at her cracked lips, and tilted her head for a long time, not waiting for a drop of water to slip down.

But she still held this position, as if a miracle would happen.

"He's down," cried Freckles.

Gordon's emaciated figure came into view, covered in blood, dragging the corpses of two monsters and limping down the mountain.

"Haha" Freckles grabbed Sinbad and shook it vigorously, "yes, I will say that he is not so easy to fall, this kid will not let us down"

Sinbad smiled: "Then I will also be a pervert in the future." ”

Freckles' face suddenly changed slightly: "Did he bring the body down?" ”

Sinbad was also stunned: "Food-corpse-ghost sir...... He's going to ......"

The two of them stared wide-eyed, and their skin was covered with goosebumps at the same time.

"Bang-bang" two monster corpses were thrown at their feet, the corpses were humanoid, and the dark yellow skin was thick and thick, like a cocoon shell. The lower abdomen is particularly large, with folds on the neck, armpits, and genitals. Several wounds on his body slowly oozing reddish mucus, emitting bursts of foul smell.

"It's not poisonous." Gordon said briefly, leaning down and leaning over the monster's neck to suck the slime. Because the mucus tasted fishy and was extremely difficult to swallow, he had to take a few puffs and stop to avoid nausea and vomiting.

Tricy hesitated and crawled towards the corpse. When she sucked the first puff, she couldn't help but squirt out, burying her head in vomiting for a while.

Freckles looked at Gordon, then at Tricy, and her throat "clicked". "Boy, aren't you going to be a pervert? Learn a little. He patted Sinbad and strode over to the corpse of another monster.

He scolded, sucked a mouthful of slime, scolded again, sucked again, and looked at Sinbad dumbfounded.

The corpse oozes very little mucus, and it is sucked in a few bites. Under the scorching sun, the corpse quickly deflated. Gordon began to dissect corpses with a dagger, and this painstakingly practiced craft came into use. Along the position where the veins are connected, the dagger is like flowing water, swimming lightly, breaking through the monster's hard and thick skin cocoon. It didn't take much effort for a piece of skin to be peeled back completely, revealing the intact organs inside.

Gordon pulled out the monster's heart, which was as big as a millstone and as hard as a stone, and it couldn't bite at all. The same is true for other organs, which are not allowed to enter at all.

This is completely counterintuitive.

"It's impossible, how can you not even put your intestines in your mouth" Freckles tried to chew on the monster's earthy yellow intestines, which were thick and tough, no different from a rubber tube.

"This one does." Gordon swung his dagger and carefully picked out a large walnut-shaped sac from the monster's lower abdomen. The large liquid sac wraps the film, the color is light powder, and the smell is pungent.

"It's the bladder," Freckles said suddenly.

"The rainy season in the Ghost Desert is in July, when desert creatures try to store as much water as possible to survive the eleventh month of dry season." Gordon stretched his bladder towards Sinbad, "These two monsters have a lot of water in their bladders. ”

Sinbad's face was as pale as earth, and the smell of his bladder alone made him unbearable.

"Eat it." Gordon looked directly at the boy, "I'm not going to take a useless lamb on the road. ”

I am Sinbad the lion, gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and the moment he bit his bladder, the hot liquid flowed into his throat, and he really wanted to vomit.

"If you spit it out, I'll leave you to fend for yourself." Gordon said calmly.

Eventually, the boy had to swallow even the mucosal layer of the bladder, and Gordon, Tracy, and Freckles ate the other monster's bladder. Not daring to rest for too long, they hurried off again.

If you can't catch up with the horse thief, you won't have a way to live.

Along the way, the wind was stronger. In the evening, they struggled to cross another sand mountain, but they did not harvest food or water.

"Yes, how can a den of horse thieves be inhabited in such a hellish place." Freckles lifted his hood feebly to block out the dust, and the howling wind instantly crushed his voice.

"Are we going to follow the horse thief halfway through?" Tricy said uneasily.

"Maybe the horse thieves are deliberately taking a detour, not wanting to expose their secret nest easily." Gordon carried Sinbad on his back, buried himself in the wind, and struggled forward.

"A detour? Phew, unless they are obsessed with their own death," Freckles spat out the sand in his mouth.

"Ghost obsessed mind, ghost obsessed desert." Sinbad subconsciously hugged Gordon's neck, and as far as his eyes could see, the darkness was boundless, and it was full of rolling and roaring wind and sand. The sand was a mess, sometimes being lifted apart, sometimes bulging in strange shapes, and the trace of the horse thief was no longer traceable.

"Maybe we're lost," Tracy said, feeling sluggish.

Gordon said: "It's been almost half an hour, and we haven't touched the next sand mountain yet, so we should be about to get out of this area." ”

Freckles perked up: "That's right, there are some small sand dunes nearby. ”

"Look there and there," Sinbad suddenly shouted, pointing excitedly ahead.

Through the sand and mist, everyone saw a huge circular lake suspended in the air, looming, flashing bright and fine light from time to time.

"Mirage?" Freckles said in amazement.

"There is no mirage in this kind of weather." Gordon stopped vigilantly, the light around him was dim, and it was difficult to see, but this lake could be seen out of thin air, and there must be something strange in it.

And the fangs were fluttering in his mind.

"Water" Tricy was stunned for a moment, her eyes suddenly lit up, and she ran over like a crazy little she-beast.

"Tricy, be careful" Freckles didn't catch her, and immediately followed, and the two disappeared into the misty sand mist one after the other.

"Mr. Ghoul, we ......" Sinbad stared at the lake, feeling his throat like fire.

"It's probably more dangerous than the sand mountain." Gordon muttered to himself.

Sinbad was shocked: "What then? He found that Gordon's body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a little lost in his heart. In the boy's mind, Mr. Ghoul has always been the bravest.

"Are you ...... Scared? He couldn't help but ask, leaning over to look at Gordon.

Then he saw the boy's smile, an expression Gordon hadn't had since they met. It was a glow that radiated from the depths of life.

"I'm so excited." Gordon took a deep breath and rushed towards the lake.