The two of them stood motionless in the sandstorm, their eyes fixed on the holy well.

The bright moonlight sprinkled on the mouth of the holy well, and the crystal water surface was exposed under the wellhead, and the water was so clear that there was not a grain of sand at all.

"Huh? Where's that play? It's not a good idea for us to wait, is it? Will the sun come out in a moment? Ma Chengfeng said.

"I didn't stop you if you wanted to send you to death, aren't you a yin and yang ghost thief? Then go steal the water! ”

"Uh...... You know, this nickname was given to me by friends in the rivers and lakes, in fact, I don't like it very much, yesterday Chu Tianyue gave me a new nickname, Desert Scorpion, I think this nickname is more suitable for me. Ma Chengfeng said with a stinky fart.

"Cut, you are really shameless, dare to compare yourself to the desert scorpion?"

The two of them stood on the sand dunes and muttered quietly as they observed the situation around the well. After standing for five or six minutes, there was still nothing unusual under the dunes, and gradually, Ma Chengfeng was a little impatient. But this kid is not short of eyes, that thing must be hiding nearby waiting for them to step into the trap, the water must be taken, but at least to ensure their own safety.

He wrapped his dust shelter around his body, exerted his legs, and swooped out about ten meters away, jumping straight down the sand dune.

"Huh? Come back! You are so reckless! Khashura shouted urgently.

Ma Chengfeng spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders. "Are you alright? Nothing, huh? That's a lot to do! ”

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sand wind blowing behind the holy well, and the sand wind was so fierce that he could hardly open his eyes. Don't look at the rhetoric, but he is very self-aware, and he quickly retreats to avoid the coverage of the sandy wind.

When he ran back up the sand dune, he looked down again, and saw that the sand wind that had just blown up had been hanging over the holy well and had never receded, like a demonic wind.

"That thing is in the sandstorm, don't move!" The two of them lay behind the sand dunes, using the terrain to hide themselves.

After a few more minutes, the sand wind faded, and there seemed to be a shadow in the sand wind, but it was not a demon that Cashura had been passed down by word of mouth, or some kind of large carnivore, but ...... It's a shadow of a person. The man's clothes were in tatters, his clothes and hair were very messy, and the strips of cloth and hair on his body were blown by the sand wind.

"As long as it's a human being, it's easy to do, it's a big deal to give him more money! I have always believed that there is nothing in this world that money cannot buy, let alone this is a well that never runs out, and he is doing a business without capital! ”

Kashura said in a low voice: "You think too simply, we Mobei people are not like the Central Plains people, the authenticity of the legend is very high, and we will never spread it with falsehood." Let's take a look first. ”

The sand wind gradually stopped, and there was indeed a person standing in front of the well, it was an old man from the Western Regions, it seemed that the old man could be about eighty years old, with a face full of folds, and the folds were filled with sand. The messy hair hadn't been washed or cut for I don't know how many years, and it hung down to the bottom of his heels.

The old man had a high nose and black hair, and his appearance was no different from that of other people from the Western Regions nearby.

Ma Chengfeng knew that this old man from the Western Regions must have something strange, he opened his ghost pupils, narrowed his eyes, and a dark green light immediately bloomed.

In the sight of the ghost pupil, there was no difference between the old man, he had a complete soul like ordinary people, and it seemed that his soul was very weak. This phenomenon is very normal, as long as people pass the age of 58, the soul will gradually become weak. The closer you get to the end of Yangshou, the weaker your soul becomes, and of course, this phenomenon can only be manifested in the ghost pupil.

He was probably at least eighty years old, and it was normal for an eighty-year-old man to have a weak soul.

"Huh? Is he a lost traveler? It seems that like us, they are thirsty and come to find water. Ma Chengfeng whispered.

"What are you kidding? Do you think there is anyone else in the world who wants to go deep into the desert no man's land this season? I'm telling you, it's impossible to survive in the desert without adequate supplies, without enough experience in the desert! ”

"Whatever, let's see how he gets water first, as long as he can be safe, we'll have no problem." The two of them hid behind the dunes and peeked in.

The old man has a ruddy face and a smile, and he looks like a good old man. He walked to the holy well, bowed his head and took a sip of the water with his hand, and the look on his face was full of enjoyment, and the water was very sweet.

After drinking this sip of water, the old man straightened his waist, squinted his eyes, and didn't know if it was intentional, but turned around and glanced in the direction of the sand dunes where they were hiding. Then he opened his mouth and spat out a string of words that Ma Chengfeng couldn't understand.

"What did he say?" Ma Chengfeng asked Khasilla.

Cashura listened attentively and frowned, probably not a good word.

"He speaks Guuyver, an ancient language that has been gone for more than 400 years, and I can only hear a rough idea." Khasira told him that the old man's last sentence was well translated. "The water taker will exchange his life for it!"

"Yo, this is still a hard stubble? Hum...... His soul is already weak to this point, and he is still playing tricks with Brother Pony here? This is the Western Regions, and if it is going to be left in our northeast, Brother Ma will definitely rush up and drag down all the stubble on his face one by one! Ma Chengfeng saw that this old man was not unusual, so he stood up directly from behind the sand dunes. Anyway, they've already exposed their targets, so let's just go straight in.

Cheng Feng ...... Don't be careless! There's something wrong with this old man! Khashura couldn't hold him anymore, and he swooped down the dunes in a few big steps.

Walking the rivers and lakes, the emphasis is on saluting first and then soldiers. Ma Chengfeng followed the old etiquette of the Central Plains rivers and lakes, and first hugged his fists and saluted.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are all here to travel in the desert, and I got lost in the desert a few days ago, and I have a friend who has a fever plague, and now it is a lack of water to save his life! If this spring water is your old guard, then please give me a price, and I will never return it, how about it? ”

"Huh...... Hehe......" The old man stretched out his dirty big hand, washed it in the spring water, and then deliberately threw a drop of crystal water at Ma Chengfeng's side twice. He didn't speak, just grinned, showing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

"What do you mean? Brother Pony, I'm in a hurry, don't toast and don't eat and drink! Ma Chengfeng's eyes widened, and he ...... The seven-star blade on his waist flipped a few times and flew into his hand.

"Hey...... Hahahaha...... "The old man was not afraid when he saw this bright blade, but laughed loudly.

"Made! Looking for !!! Death Ma Chengfeng shouted, and rushed forward with an arrow step with the Seven Star Blade in his hand.

(End of chapter)