The scorching sun hung high, the desert stretched as far as the eye could see, and a boy who looked no more than fifteen years old was stumbling helplessly.

The strong sunlight stung his eyes, the hot air scorched his chest, and the moisture in his body was ruthlessly lost every second, this was undoubtedly a harsh world.

I'm afraid I've crossed over, and such a thought swirls in the young man's mind.

Not long ago,I was in the school garden with a pleasant climate.,Experience the humid air and sea breeze.,Enjoy cold drinks and food.,Care about your studies and the girl next to you.。 I don't know when, I don't know how, I don't know why, I suddenly came to this merciless sea of sand.

Maybe it's a dream, and dreams don't all start nowhere. The boy thought to himself, but he couldn't convince himself at all. The real heat, and the feeling of the dry wind cutting through the face, could not be compared to the most vivid dreams.

Moreover, this is not their own body either. I was originally a college student, and I was already a weak crown age. And now the boy's body is only fourteen or fifteen years old, although it is still strong by the standards of this age, it is far from enough to cope with the harsh environment. In addition, this fair complexion and golden and supple color are not the original own.

The original owner of this body did not bring any modern equipment. Watches, phones, or wallets are not available. He also did not wear any fabric with modern fabrics. Instead, he wore a loose white robe, like an opera costume actor. The cuffs of the robe were embroidered with silver thread with some kind of pattern or unfamiliar text, and the corners of the robe were covered with golden tassels, which dragged all the way to the sand. With a belt tied around his waist and a package on his right, it felt very weighty, and the boy opened the package, and now inside was a thick book with a black leather cover, one side of the book was a heavy metal buckle, and the cover was embroidered with silver wire similar to the complex patterns and mysterious words on the corners of the robe, and when the boy's hand touched its surface, a chill poured into his palm.

On the left side of the belt is a dagger with a delicate shape, and the handle is also inlaid with precious stones, opals, rubies, and emeralds reflecting gorgeous colors in the scorching desert sun. The blade seeps silver at a glance, and it has the effect of detecting poison. This is not an ordinary object, and its owner is not rich and noble.

It's just that the luck of this rich master is quite bad, the young man thought to himself, otherwise he would not have been possessed by himself. As for where his original soul went, no one knew, maybe he had traveled to Earth and attached to his original body?

It is a bit regrettable that in the process of traversing, he seems to only occupy this body, and the knowledge of the previous owner of the body has not been absorbed. So now the boy can be said to have no clue about his situation, where this is, whether it is the earth or not, it is not clear. It is also not clear who the former owner of this body was, and why a person ran into such a harsh desert. What was that weird thick book with a black cover, I didn't know a word in it. The only thing that is certain now is that we must find a populated place quickly, or the boy will soon become a dehydrated corpse in the desert himself.

The boy walked with difficulty, the sand in this desert is very fine, and if you step on it, you will sink deep into your knees, and every step you take will take a lot of effort.

Left, right, left, right.

Although it feels like I've traveled a long distance, in the desert where there is no reference, it seems like I've been standing still for half a day. Layers of sand dunes are stacked one after the other, with no trees, no weeds, no paths and no tracks. All around seemed unreachable, making people feel hopeless.

Left, right, left, right.

The sand entered the boot through the slit and rubbed against the boy's ankle, itching at first, then turning into a hot ache, and finally numbness. The boy persevered and struggled forward.

Climbing up another tall sand dune, he felt as if he had tripped under his feet, and he stumbled off the top of the dune. Unfortunately, this side happens to be the leeward side of the dune, and the sand grains are much finer than the windward side. As soon as he was not careful, the boy ate a mouthful of sand, and his throat, which was already dry and unbearable, protested even more violently. The fine sand around him seemed to be flowing water, wrapping his body, and his hands and feet were completely powerless, so he could only watch himself slide down from the sand dunes more than ten meters high. Some of the sand fell into his nose, and the boy coughed violently and tried desperately to spew the sand out, but in vain.

At the bottom of the dunes, the fine grains of sand form a death trap from which it is impossible to escape. The boy fell to the bottom of the dune and sank his lower body into the sand. He struggled and swung his limbs desperately, only to sink deeper and faster.

A terrifying thought immediately grabbed the boy.

The sand quickly flooded his chest, and the suffocating weight made it difficult for him to breathe, so he had to try to raise his head higher, higher. Expect this faint struggle to make the end come even for a second at night.

I can't die yet. The boy wanted to scream, but the lack of air in his chest prevented him from spitting out a word. I can't die yet, and the past flashes through his mind. How can you die like this!

When the sand touched his mouth and nose, the boy greedily inhaled the last breath of hot air like a miser with gold, and then the weight took away all the light.

After devouring a living person, the quicksand regained its calm, and the empty desert was filled with only the terrible howling of the wind. Within a radius of 100 miles, Liao is uninhabited.

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The sagging never stopped, on the verge of confusion. The boy suddenly felt the soles of his feet loosen, and then it was as if his entire lower body had been released from the confinement of the sand. Then, the whole body fell to the ground with a heavy weight.

There was already a thick layer of sand on the ground, so the boy was not injured. Otherwise, in this desolate place, I don't know what to do with my injuries. He struggled to his feet from the sand, and looked at the place that had saved his life in the faint light.

It looks like a corridor, and the temperature is much cooler than in the desert. The ceiling is unusually high, at least three meters to the ground, and the walls and tops are covered with mysterious characters like Runi script, glowing with blue light. Fortunately, with this light, the boy could barely see the scene in the corridor. In the position of the wall line and ceiling, there are hollow carvings, which look very old. The genre of the carving is very strange, neither people, nor scenery or architecture, but some strange and twisted creatures. Some are hideous, some are terrifying, some make people feel throbbing from the bottom of their hearts at a glance, and some make people feel alive anger and hunger. The boy had never seen a similar style in the architecture of any civilization on earth.

This is a bad sign. The boy thought to himself, I'm afraid I've crossed over to another world. Although judging from the fact that he is still alive, the temperature and atmospheric composition of this world are similar to those of the earth, and they are still within the acceptable range. And this body that is "possessed" by itself also looks similar to the human beings on Earth. But the form of civilization here is completely unknown, and it should be a civilization that is still in the stage of cannibal headhunter society.

The end of the corridor leads into deep darkness, but the part behind the boy is buried in the sand, making it impossible to get through. There is a breath of ** in the air, maybe no living creatures have arrived here for many years.

The boy had no choice but to hold on to the ancient wall and walk forward one foot deeper, one foot shallow, and surprisingly, the wall felt cold to the touch, like metal.

The corridor is long, but there is no fork in the road. The sound of heavy footsteps was amplified by the empty corridor, and the sweat from the trek in the desert had completely cooled down by this time, and the moistened underwear and robes were clinging to the body, and there was a cold feeling when walking.

After three consecutive corners, a gate of the same material as the wall blocked the way. On the door, the mysterious characters with a faint blue glow were more numerous and denser than those on the walls, and at eye level with the boy, those characters formed a pair of strange patterns, like drawn bows.

What is this, handles? The boy thought to himself, and suddenly an urge surged to open the door. However, the moment before his hand touched the strange figure, he hesitated, and looked back like a child who was afraid of being caught doing something bad.

It was still the same hallway, at the end of which it was submerged in empty darkness, and there was silence all around. However, in that boundless darkness, there seemed to be something, hidden very deep, looking at it quietly.

The boy barely suppressed the sudden fear in his heart, turned his head and pushed the door in front of him hard, and the two patterns brightened up under the contact of his hands. There was a dull "click", as if some rusty mechanism had been activated, and the ancient stone door shaft made a tooth-aching grinding sound, and the door slowly opened.

A ** breath that was heavier than the corridor came to the face, accompanied by a thick darkness like substance,

Even the light of the mysterious blue symbols in the corridor was blocked out by the darkness, as if the prey was afraid of its hunter.

Behind the door was a cramped room, the size of which was not clear, and a black silhouette slowly rose in the middle of the room, and although it seemed to glow, the boy understood that it was darker than the black around him. It was slightly humanoid, seemingly draped in a shawl and robe, but parts of its face were darker and more terrifying than the rest. The surroundings were quiet, and all I could hear was the faint sound of breathing and the boy's own heartbeat. But in his mind, the devilish laughter echoed clearly.

The figure walked towards the boy and looked past him, and the boy felt a chill in his soul. The body couldn't move, and the eyes were fixed on the thing. Watch it tread through the viscous darkness, watch him get closer to his immobile body. The figure finally stood a few paces away from the boy, and then, its outline suddenly blurred.

An irresistible sleepiness struck, and the boy tried to resist, but the scene in front of him gradually became blurred, and his consciousness began to drift. He felt his body fall, crash into the ground, and then penetrate again. Non-stop whereabouts...... Whereabouts...... Eyes closed...... Fall asleep...... Dream......

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