This is a world of the jungle. In other words, the butterfly smiles and wins, and it may not be a light luxury.

Moreover, if Butterfly Xiaohua pinched Yi Lu in the palm of her hand, she would never give Yi Lu a chance to escape again, unlike Yi Luxury, who wanted to play cat and mouse, but was taken by Die Xiaohua to escape.

Butterfly Xiaohua walked on the golden sand, turned her head to look at the ice peak, and was deeply annoyed: if there was water, or at least ice, on his way to escape, then he could wipe the ink marks off his cheeks.

This ink mark is used as a pre-mark for the slave brand. Similar to the so-called black noodles. It's just that the noodles in the Central Plains are much more evolved, pricked with needles, and soaked in chemicals, at least they are not scalded directly with fire. After that, if your crime is not serious, in time, if the government forgets you, you may be able to find a skilled craftsman to wash away the scars. It's not like washing clothes, what stains can be washed clean—even clothes stains sometimes can't be cleaned, let alone marks on the face? In the end, there will be a little bit of a mark. It's like a young person who has a pimple on his face or something, and the little mark that will be left is not too ugly. This can be regarded as an important level of evolution in the Central Plains on the ladder of human nature.

Sijon didn't even climb this level.

They were still in the stage of branding, and just as they put a fiery iron mark on the buttocks of cattle and sheep and livestock to mark which one belonged to the other, they also marked the slaves.

Those who have committed crimes and have been revoked of their free status are directly reduced to slavery, instead of being forced servants like the Central Plains. These slaves are like objects. It can be directly owned by a person and transferred and bought or sold.

When branding, the simple and crude thing is to make a patterned mold with metal, fix it at the end of a metal or wooden strip, heat it, and hit it on the slave, and it is a good mark.

There is also a fine point, that is, take a sharp needle and heat it, and prick the pattern on the skin finely. In this stabbing method, the skin must be soaked in a potion. Leaves skin soft and easy to color. Then use ink marks to draw the pattern. If the first potion is impregnated, the pattern will be drawn better. Once you've finished drawing, leave it on for a while to allow the potion to work more fully on your skin. Then apply a needle prick. It's a work of art – but unfortunately it's a slave trail.

Butterfly laughing flower grabs the fine sand on the ground. Rubbing it vigorously on my cheeks, I have almost wiped the ink marks. After all, he had been escaping for quite some time, and the potion had weakened. The ink marks can be washed away.

If you use water, scrub and scrub it, and the ink marks will come off completely. Unfortunately, there is no water, only sand, and the cleaning effect is relatively poor.

The sun was so hot that the golden sand was baked with a scorching heat, and the butterflies could smell the smell of barbecue on their bodies.

"It seems that not only are I hallucinating, but I am also hallucinating!" He said to himself, "It looks like I'm going to die in the desert this time." ”

It's not too sad, just a kind of calm melancholy.

It's better to die in the desert than at someone's hands, Butterfly Xiaohua thought.

A pinch of dry bone sand is gone...... Clean. But it's always a little unwilling.

He raised his eyes and saw a small round house appear on the yellow line where the sand dunes undulated.

It's the kind of round house that desert dwellers are used to.

Butterfly smiled a few times, and it didn't seem to be a hallucination. There are no people around the roundhouse, and there is no trace of any human activity. It was just a round object, as small as a conch shell from a distance, lying quietly on the sand line of the sky. He walked towards it.

Along the way, no one came out of the house, and no one entered. Butterfly Xiaohua doesn't even know if this is an abandoned snail house.

The snail house was actually built with sand. But the sand is loose and has to be glued together before it can be used as a building material.

A kind of lake snail is produced in the adjacent area, which can secrete snail gum. This glue is nothing special in the water, mainly for this lake snail to eat - it has a weak stomach and intestines, and before the food is imported, it must be soaked in vitro. This gelatinous substance can help dead fish and shrimp soften without rotting, which is extremely easy to digest.

Once the water is taken out, the gelatinous substance is dried to more than 60% dry, and it immediately becomes a strong adhesive. When it's all done, it's a monolith. So, by mixing the sand with this glue, you can make a small round house in the desert. This kind of house is called a "snail house".

Butterfly smiled in the blazing desert, step by step, towards this snail house that I don't know if there was anyone, and trekked for a lifetime.

"That's what makes sandfoot deep." When he struggled to pull his feet out of the sand again and again, he could still make jokes like this silently.

From beginning to end, he didn't shout. Shouting is a draining thing. And the people in the snail house may not be able to hear it. The desert is so hot that it seems to be able to contain all sounds, like a cauldron with enough firepower, boiling all sounds into a pot of "humming".

No. Butterfly Xiaohua thought, shouting, it is better to bury your head in walking more practically.

Exhausted to the extreme, clothes have become a painful burden. Not to mention the little silver in the clothes, which weighs a thousand pounds.

He didn't leave the silver behind, but still carried it on.

The snail house was finally in front of him. He didn't fall, and he still had the strength to knock on the door of the snail house.

There is still a door in this snail house. There wasn't a single hole in the wall. The door was still tightly closed.

All this shows that it has not been abandoned. If the residents inside didn't lock the door and went out, then Butterfly Xiaohua could find someone to ask for help.

Butterfly smiled and knocked on the door.

His knocking voice was skillful, "Tuk-tuk," undulating like a piece of music.

In this way, the residents inside will not mistakenly think that the sound on the door is the sound of the wind blowing up stones and dry bones and hitting the door.

Butterfly Xiaohua's voice is hoarse, and her energy is on the verge of exhaustion. He could no longer shout or bang on the door loudly to draw the attention of the inhabitants inside. He had no choice but to use his skills as much as possible to achieve his goals under his limited physical conditions.

The door did open.

More precisely, just a board on the door opened.

Unlike the Central Plains and most of the world's largest places, the doors on the snail houses are often furnished and not really opened, so as not to let the heat from the outside come in and the water vapor from the inside out.

The water in the desert is used precisely to the preciousness of "water vapor".

In some places, digging the sand a little deeper at night will give you cool moisture. The face is lying on it, and the moisture of that night may be able to support them for half a day the next day. Even, if the water vapor is sufficient, put some bone shells and snail shells there, and the next day it may condense tiny water droplets and lick them into your mouth, which is an excellent life-prolonging grace. There are really desert travelers who rely on this to survive and escape.

Butterfly smiled and saw that only a small board on the door opened, revealing one eye inside.

The eyes belong to humans, right? Obviously he was human, but he didn't speak, just stared at him.

Butterfly smiled calmly and made a gesture to drink water.

The eyes inside were removed, and a new hand was reached out into the small open space, making a gesture asking for money.

When Diexiao Huacang fled suddenly, he didn't have time to bring anything else, so he grabbed a little water and some silver nuggets, and ran out.

The water is quickly depleted. The silver is still there. He didn't abandon the burden along the way, and now he has handed it all over.

It's just a small pot of water.

Don't be too expensive. They didn't drag him in and eat him alive, which is already kind.

This is where the law loses its power. The residents inside really want to do something to Butterfly Xiaohua, Butterfly Xiaohua has no way to resist, and don't expect anyone to avenge him afterwards.

Where the law loses its deterrent power, everything depends on the kindness of each person's own heart. The butterfly smiled and took risks, sticking her head into the tiger's mouth. The tiger only bit his silver, which is very worthy of him.

It's just that a small pot of water can help? Butterfly smiles and looks at the boundless golden desert.

This golden yellow is now mixed with a red like blood.

The setting sun was near the edge of the desert, like a fierce beast that had been slaughtered, spilling blood. The night of the desert is just around the corner.

During the day, it is so hot that it can spread the egg cake, and at night it drips into ice. This is the desert.

Butterfly Xiaohua can feel the temperature around her rapidly draining. Only the sand under his feet stubbornly retains the last layer of warmth.

His feet were stuck in the sand and he didn't want to pull them out again.

How can such a world survive any longer? He has struggled until now, and he finally has to face reality.

That small pot of water was not enough to save him a long life, but it finally had another effect: it could help him wash his face clean, so that he would not die with the remaining ink marks.

Butterfly Xiaohua was about to pour out the water in the kettle to wash his face when he heard a voice calling him:

"Hey!"

It's not calling his name, just such a "hey" word, Diexiaohua actually thinks that this person is calling him. It's really weird. For no reason, for no reason, when you are at the most desperate point, you hear a man calling you with all his might. If you can't reach out your hand, you can't wait to use your voice, and I want to keep you. Pour her voice into the voice to catch you. If you work so hard, you care more than you do.

Butterfly smiled and looked around blankly.

The desert has all withered. In the vast expanse, how can there be people? How could there be that person?

"Hey, ......," Butterfly smiled and stopped.

He couldn't call her name either. He didn't know what to call her to express his feelings.

It was probably for this reason that she couldn't call his name, only burst out with the word "hey".

The names of the two of them were spread so much in the mouths of the crowd that neither of them wanted to say it themselves. It's like a drama when you say it. (To be continued......)