Chapter 1332: Trapped in the Trick (4)

A certain year, a certain month, a certain day.

Originally just wanted to get it. But they were not even allowed to get it. The world has never been fair. Some people spend a lifetime of hard work not being able to get what others are born with, and even if they do, they will be forcibly recognized as a major sin.

Banished for a felony, the man drifted in the sea for three days and three nights.

When washed ashore by the relentless tides of the Mediterranean, another hell awaited him.

Desolate and brutal, the sand of the Sahara Desert stretches as far as the eye can see. With no water and no food, the frail and dying middle-aged man walked on foot in the sea of sand like a walking corpse.

He broke off the bulb of the cactus with what little strength he had left, and in spite of the spikes pricking his hand, frantically tore off the skin of the bulb, and drank the juice of the poison, which he did not know whether it was poisonous or not, to moisten his dry and cracked lips, and so on for a day;

He fought with poisonous snakes, survived in thrilling battles, ate raw snake meat to satisfy hunger, drank raw snake blood to prolong his life, and lived another day;

He devoured the carrion of the beast, endured the stench, sucked the little water that remained in the corpse into his mouth, and lived like this for another day;

He was attacked by the Desert Shark, and at the most dangerous moment, he grabbed the Shark's mouth full of sharp fangs, and tore the monster's jaw with all his might. He gnawed at the shark's barely bloodless body, eating the foul-smelling entrails. And so he lived another day;

During the day, the sun's rays were vicious and merciless, scorching his cracked, innumerable hair-shedding body;

At night, the light of the stars and the moon accompanied by the extreme cold, squeezing his physical strength from his internal organs bit by bit.

He was scrawny and hideous, like a prostrate demon in the wilderness.

He has no home to return to, no heaven to ascend to after death, his heart is full of despair, emptiness and pain, but he is still a survivor, choosing to continue to live as a survivor, like a walking corpse, living without a purpose, but still living tenaciously.

Because he vaguely felt that at the end of this vast desert, there seemed to be something waiting for him.

He had no god to pray to, no faith to convert to, and he saw only a faint glimmer of hope on the distant horizon.

He vaguely remembers one of the things his people did in his childhood village, following the custom of hanging beautiful stones from the wilderness on the top of the tallest buildings in the village. In this way, even in the darkest of nights, the faint light reflected by the stone could be faintly seen ten miles away, and it was the light that guided the people home.

Go home. Even though he didn't have a home to go back to, he was still thinking about going home. Even if you die, you can't die in vain in this desolate desert, and even if you die, you have to sleep in your own destiny.

Just for this light that he didn't know existed, he walked towards his destination step by step with his heavy legs.

However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. When the man reached the end of his purpose, thinking that he would finally be able to see the true face of the ray of hope, he was disappointed to find that the so-called flash of light was nothing more than a huge and strange pillar of glass in the desert.

It doesn't matter if it's natural or not, and how it's formed. It's just a stupid pillar of glass.

It's not his hometown, it's nothing. Because there is no place for him in this world.

The last glimmer of hope for men was shattered. That's the reality. In this cruel world, there is no God, no heaven, no paradise, and no savior.

The man fell weakly in the sand, his body as thin as a stick. Life is loveless, empty and desperate, he no longer wants to get up and continue to live.

However, at this moment, a sand boat passed by at high speed.

"That's it. The captain said to the real boss of the ship: "The crystallization of high-purity [Nikinite]. We didn't get a mining license from the Libyan government, so we had to keep our eyes open and we couldn't touch it. Today is a different story. "Okay. Let's pick it up. The big boss glanced at the huge pillar of glass in the cabin and replied in a low voice. But the big boss cares more about another thing than precious ores. He fixed his gaze on the man who had fallen beside the glass pillar: "Who is that man?" said the captain disdainfully, "I guess it's a rogue man." Those who have committed crimes and are sentenced to banishment, can only wander forever in the desert waiting for death. Just leave him alone. The big boss didn't answer, but pushed the door open and jumped off the edge of the deck of the ship.

"Hey. The big boss gently kicked the celebrity Lang Han on the back: "Are you still alive?" The man looked at the big boss with dry and bloodshot eyes.

"I'm still alive. Very good. The big boss looked down at the thin man: "Do you want to die here, or come with me?" The man closed his eyes and did not answer.

"If you want to die, you can do it at any time. But if you want to survive, you need the courage to live. The big boss turned his head to look at the huge pillar of glass that stood tall: "Gusta." The man's body trembled slightly. He was actually very surprised, but at the moment he was so weak that he could not even move a little, so he could only tremble slightly.

"Sure enough, you know. The big boss continued, "What a coincidence." I used to stay in a cat people village, and this interesting village has a custom of hanging this [Wheel Stone] crystal on the highest part of the village, so that their people can see it from a distance. Even if they get lost in the darkest of nights, the people of that village can find their way home by looking up at the glitter of the stone. The building with this stone is called "Gusta" in the dialect of the cat people. The big boss suddenly chuckled: "Stranger, I don't care if you are exiled here, and why you are exiled. If you don't want to die, if you want to go back to your hometown again, work for me for free. When you work for me, and the remuneration you should have earned is enough to offset the value of this Heliokra Crystal Pillar, I will be responsible for sending you back to your hometown. With my money and power, helping you clear your sin is just a piece of cake.

How about it? Do you want to say yes? If you agree, nod your head, and if you don't, continue to be silent. The man froze for a few seconds before using the last bit of strength in his body and nodded slightly. When he used up this little strength, he fainted.

"Good, Gusta. The big boss turned to the sailors on the sand boat and said, "Send this man to the ship, give him food and drink, and let him live." I'll keep him useful. So the banished man survived. He abandoned his old name and was renamed Gusta. He had just come back from the brink of death, he ate more than anyone else, and he fully recovered within half a month, from a skinny guy to a fat man.

He worked for the Big Boss, doing three times as much as the others, from the lowest coolie to the cleaner, to the hotel security guard, to the Big Boss's personal bodyguard, and finally to the full-time American football player.

He hasn't had a day off for more than a dozen years, but it's not to return to his hometown as soon as possible. Definitely. The thought of going home had long since been forgotten by him for a long time, for he had no need to go back to his homeland.

This is his home.

The match between the Sphinx and the Ghana Black King Kong continues.

Albert looked at Gusta, who was lying unconscious on the bench, and couldn't help but stretch out a finger and poke it curiously at the big tiger's abs.

"What are you doing?!" The cat-man boy Mutter was still helping the unconscious Gusta take off his shoes, and when he saw that Albert was not only not helping, but harassing the injured, he couldn't help but give Albert an angry look: "Don't hinder Mr. Gusta from resting!" "But," Albert looked at Gusta, who had just taken off his jersey and was bare his upper body: "Captain Shiloma always called Gusta [Dead Fat], and I thought he was really fat - but there is no fat meow on his belly at all!" So Mutter rolled Albert's eyes: "Don't-hinder--Gu-Si-Ta-first-live-rest-rest!!" "Got it, got it!" The tiger took a half step back: "Just kidding, there's no need for this fierce meow!" Another whistle sounded on the field, and Albert turned his head to look, it turned out that the Sphinx's bonus offensive round had also been scored, and it was the kicker who scored a beautiful goal. The Sphinx are leading Ghana with a score of 7:0.

But then comes the real problem. The Sphinx's offensive and defensive line is much weaker than Gusta. It's about to be replaced by Ghana's attacking round, is there really no problem going on like this?

"How's the Dead Fat Man doing?" Captain Shiloma said as he returned from the field to rest, seemingly not planning to take part in the defensive round.

"Bad. Very bad. Mutt took off Gusta's leg armor and saw Tiger Han's calves bulging from long-term muscle tension.

Isn't that just cramping?

Albert couldn't help but frown. Too bad.

Because of the long-term exertion, the muscles are in a state of overexcitement, and the convulsions will not only strain the muscle tissue, but also make people temporarily unable to move, and the pain will stop when they move. As a result, even if Gusta was able to wake up from his coma, the Tiger ** Man, whose body had reached its limit, might not be able to continue competing today - and it might even take several days of recuperation!

Quarterback Hiloma looked at the unconscious tiger ** man coldly, froze for a few seconds, and then suddenly said: "I knew that the physical strength of a dead fat man could not be like this, and he would fall down after one round." He scolded with a calm face: "Damn the Ghana team, sure enough, they still used dirty means." ＂