In front of him was a boundless desert, which was the first sight Hu Zixu saw when he opened his eyes, and he had no such impression in his memory. He remembered that he was studying in the school library, and suddenly the shelves fell down, and countless books fell at him like an avalanche, and he fell to the ground unconscious.

When he woke up, he was here. It was a completely unfamiliar environment, and even if he searched all the books he had read in his head, he couldn't find a place to hang an elephant.

"Where am I, who the hell X is so bad and threw me into this place where rabbits don't while I'm unconscious?" Hu Zixu thought indignantly that this prank had gone too far.

Hu Zixu scolded and was indignant, and got up from the ground.

As soon as he got up, he found that he was wearing armor, with a scimitar scabbard hanging from his waist, his body was as well-proportioned as elm, his face was broader, and his eyes were clear and fierce (the original beard was a pair of soft squinting eyes) This was no longer himself, and he himself had already been stoned to death by those books. It was his soul that traveled all the way to this place, attached to this body.

He hurriedly contacted the memory of this shell's body, he was also called Hu Zixu, and it was too a fantasy novel, he was really low, but the story had already happened. The boy was fifteen years old, a mercenary who had been killed in battle in the desert. His crossing gave the man a new lease of life. Hu Zixu couldn't help but look up to the sky and sighed:

Hu Zixu was actually stoned to death by a book! He was so weak to die! Hu Zixu died......

Hu Zixu is an out-and-out weak scholar, with no power to restrain chickens, and he is afraid of trampling ants to death when he walks on weekdays. I didn't expect that the "trip" that started from the library actually crossed over to a samurai, how did you ask him to be his current self?

I don't want to think about this, the most important thing now is to get out of this desperate situation, Hu Zixu said to himself in his heart, he should find a way out. He looked around.

Seeing that there was really no hope, he had to bow his head.

His neighborhood was littered with corpses, all of whom had died in the battle. Hu Zixu leaned down to search the bodies of the corpses to see if there were any relics. He searched and found nothing, and it was clear that the bodies had been searched. In the memory of this body, their mercenaries were ordered to attack the army of a country, but they were ambushed, more than half of them were killed and wounded, and only a small part of them broke out of the siege and escaped with their lives. He is the only one who has been resurrected from the pile of the dead.

For empty-handed, Hu Zixu is unwilling, to be precise, the previous Hu Zixu is unwilling, as a soul Hu Zixu will never search for things on the dead person, he is doing what Hu Zixu did before, he searched carefully one after another. Whether it is the enemy or the comrade-in-arms, he will not let it go. This time, he focused on the neglected mouth and shoes, and he was clearly an old man.

When he opened a man's mouth, he found a gold tooth, and he was so overjoyed that he quickly pulled out his waist knife and pried it off. He is a child of a poor mountain family, and he has a younger sister at his feet, who is only twelve years old this year, and his family can no longer support people, so when he was fourteen years old, his family let him join the mercenary army with an eldest brother in the mountains, and exchange his life for money to support his family. He is a person with mediocre qualifications, and he has not mastered the essence of the scimitar knife technique after practicing for so long, he only knows how to slash and slash, no, this time he will leave himself here.

Hu Zixu found a Sumeru ring in the mezzanine of a boot, which contained some things, he took it out and saw that it was a few low-grade spirit soldiers, a few pills, and a black stone, I don't know what it was. Hu Xu licked his lips, he still wanted to get food, but he searched all the corpses, but he couldn't find them. Although these things in front of him are harvested, they can neither quench hunger nor quench thirst, and he can't be happy, and the imminent topic at the moment is to live.

Hu Zixu narrowed his eyes and looked into the desert into the distance, where there was a balloon-like sunset crumbling, which direction should he go now?

Fortunately, his soul had read a lot of books, and his mind was smarter, so he leaned down and observed on the sand. There are quite a few horseshoe prints on the sand, and according to these hoof prints, it should be possible to get out of the desert.

Hu Zixu followed these hoof prints and walked down, and the setting sun soon fell below the horizon, and the night cold soon enveloped the desert. Hu Xiaoxu didn't dare to stay, so he could only walk faster. In the end, the two legs walked like lead, and they didn't dare to stop to rest, for fear that if they stopped, they would freeze into popsicles. As a bearded Zixu of contemporary civilized social life, he got up in the morning, drank a glass of milk and ate two eggs, went to class with two books under his armpits, ate in the school cafeteria at noon, and when he was unhappy, a few classmates met up to go outside on the street to make a tooth sacrifice, and he never participated in intense physical labor, and the biggest exercise was to walk a few laps on the track of the gymnasium, all in order to relieve the pressure on the brain caused by reading.

Now in the cold of the night, every step is like hitting a wall.

Although the body is the same as the previous beard, the feelings are all soul beard Zixu's, and the beard Zixu has not felt before. Hu Zixu, who was used to living a stable life, wept, he was in an environment of a slave baby, a harsh environment full of dangers, he had to howl in his heart with grief: Hu Zixu is completely dead!

He now lives like a human being, not a ghost, not like a ghost.

All night long, the beard walked like a woman with bound feet, one step at a time, with great difficulty—in order to keep out the cold, he even put the collar of his armor over his head, put his hands into his arms to cover his chest, and walked forward. At last it was dawn, the sun rose from the horizon, and the golden light sprinkled the desert, and the desert began to heat up. Hu Zixu felt warm, the night cold completely subsided, he fell to the ground on all fours, trying to sleep well, but because he was too hungry in his stomach, he couldn't sleep.

Am I going to die? Is this what it feels like to die?

Hu Zixu looked at the sky with a pair of sour, astringent and unclosed eyes, and there was a mist above his eyes. Muttered, is this how death proceeds? One by one, Hu Zixu only felt that his soul was still quite strong. At least he knew how to take the black stone out of the confiscated Sumeru ring and pill it under his head to get more sunlight on his face in order to be comfortable.

There was such a feeling of lying in bed, but he was afraid of falling asleep, he was afraid that he would never wake up again if he fell asleep, but he finally fell asleep, after all, he was too tired.

This was indeed a thrilling event for him. Hu Xu woke up in a cold sweat afterwards, if everything was not for that stone......

Besides, after Hu Zixu fell asleep, his soul fluttered like smoke and was about to float away from his body, but at this time, the black stone under his head suddenly radiated brilliance, and his soul turned and drilled into the stone as if he had heard a command.

The scene in front of him is simply a landscape painting sketched by fine brushwork, which has the flavor of "the stone path of the cold mountain is inclined in the distance, and there are people in the depths of the white clouds". Hu Zixu was heavily armoured, and his combat boots made a clanging sound on the stone steps. His courage was small, and as he went deeper and deeper, the mountains became quieter and quieter, and his hairs stood on end, and cold sweats came out. His hand was not on the handle of the knife at his waist, but his lower abdomen was tightly covered, and he looked constipated, almost squatting on the ground.

It may be an explorer's paradise, but no.

Hu Zixu walked in boldly for a while, but he didn't dare to go. The forest is unfathomably deep with steep peaks as pencils on all sides, and the roots of the ancient trees in front of you are like the bases of giant stone carvings. Hu Zixu sat down on a stone on the side of the road leading to the dense forest, and let out a deflated fart, not daring to enter.

Just when Hu Zixu was worried about this dense forest, a dog came out of the forest one by one, and its tail was erect like a flagpole, it should be a wolf.

Hu Zixu hurriedly hid behind the stone under his buttocks, and muttered, "I hope it doesn't see me." "He was shaking a little. He's a little self-defeating, the wolf obviously saw him. He's just hoping that it sees him and walks away. After a while, Hu Xu quietly peeked out to see that the wolf was halfway to his side, walking unhurriedly, opening its mouth from time to time as if a crow had become addicted, and turning its tongue twice around the side of it.

Hu Zixu was so frightened that his eyes widened like two cylinders, this wolf has come looking for him, what should he do? Hu Zixu blocked the wolf's vision with a stone, quietly retreated, and retreated behind the bush more than two feet behind him to hide safely. But when he had climbed up to the bush and could not get through the bottom, he had to get up and prepare to go in.

And he fell into the sight of the wolf, and the beast shrugged its neck and galloped towards him with a howl. Hu Xu dared to slack off, and hurriedly got into the bushes. Cutting through the bushes, he pulled out the scimitar, which was a straight-backed scimitar with two arcs, and he held it with both hands across the bushes from the wolf, and he kept shaking his hands, and kept shouting to the wolf, "Don't come here...... Don't come here...... Come here, I'll hack you to death......"

The wolf lay on the ground with its two front paws, baring its teeth and gnawing at him, and hissing incessantly.