"Can you pump water out of a living person?" asked Butcher, pinching his chin and looking at Zhao Mai, who was filling the water bladder. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Mai shook his head, how could this be possible? Maybe an evil necromancer could do such a thing, but he didn't have that ability. He directs the Force of Nature to collect the water around him, and the moisture in the corpse and the moisture in the crevices of the rocks makes no difference to the Force. Many animals rarely drink water because they get enough water from their food.

The reason for this misunderstanding was that Zhao Mai's movements were too fast, and the spider's corpse was still shaking, and he had already pumped out the water. Filled with three water bladders, the rest can be drunk in a few sips. Then I gave the reserve grain and the florets a full drink. The last bit was poured on the headscarves of the two people, and the instant cool feeling made the minds clear.

"This corpse can't be wasted, we rely on this as food. ”

"Can this thing be eaten?" Butcher tugged at his beard, "Are you really sure? I'm going to die if I eat this, right?"

"Actually, I haven't eaten it either. Zhao Mai said honestly: "I have to take advantage of the fact that there is still some natural force to purify some of the food as much as possible." I can't guarantee the taste, and I can't say the nutrition, but I definitely can't eat bad people. ”

In keeping with the appetite of most readers, I will not describe here how they dismember their prey and what part of it is stored. In fact, after a long time, both Zhao Mai and Butcher chose to forget about their meal.

With food and water, the two men were in a much better state of mind, but this did not reduce the danger of the desert. One of the greatest dangers that cannot be overcome is the sun overhead. As it climbs higher and higher, walking on the sand becomes a very dangerous thing to do.

The two of them wanted to stop and rest, but couldn't find a place to rest. The whole desert is an oven, and the only place where there is a difference in temperature is under your feet, in that small circle of shadows. They couldn't stabilize the sand, so they couldn't dig the dunes to make caves. Although I know that I will consume too much physical energy to continue to move forward, the result of standing still is even more terrible - I will start to be roasted alive from the soles of my feet.

Compared to walking here, the previous weight-bearing march in the swamp was nothing at all. Even if they increased the frequency of drinking water, the two of them began to quickly become dehydrated, their eyes began to be a little dazed, and their ears were buzzing. At this time, he couldn't be stingy, so Zhao Mai deliberately took out a scoop of water and poured it on his and Butcher's heads to forcibly cool down.

"I can't hold on anymore. Butcher's voice was hoarse and his eyes were blank. "I started to hallucinate, I always felt like there were trees and lakes around me. ”

"Then the two of us must be connected. Zhao Mai tied the belts of the two people together with a rope and tied a dead knot vigorously. "Ben my pace Bucher, you are big, and you consume a lot. ”

"How long will it take?" asked Butcher.

"Hold on for another two hours, and the sun will deflect and the dunes will have enough shadows. At that time, we stopped to rest our feet and take a dip in the shade. Zhao Mai's throat was itchy, but he still insisted on speaking to comfort him: "At that time, the desert animals will come out to forage, maybe we can catch a spider again and pour a stomach of water!"

"I love water, no more is enough. Butcher glanced at Zhao Mai and asked, "Why are you always so self-controlled?"

"In this environment, if you don't control yourself, you will die, and I don't dare to waste even a little bit of strength. Zhao Mai said: "It's so hot around me, I have to be calm, and then I can control myself." My ideal is that even if a mountain collapses in front of the tip of my nose, I can't panic in the slightest. ”

"You can't do it. ”

"Yes, but I'm trying, just like I'm trying to walk at the same time," Zhao Mai said, "Work hard with me! If you don't take a step, I'll die." Here, follow the rope!"

They can only stay for two minutes to tie the rope, otherwise the soles of their feet will be unconscious. In fact, Zhao Mai wished that his feet would be numb, so that he would not have to feel the pain of burning again and again. Left, right, left, like a drumbeat, like a timer of death, tick. If you stop, you will be overtaken, and if you stop, you will die.

The sun here is red, as red as blood, but there is another possibility. The blood of those who died in this desert was rapidly evaporated, rising to the sky and staining the sky red. He couldn't fall into that miserable fate, but if he couldn't find shelter in the mountains, he would definitely be roasted. Teppanyaki?Korean barbecue or XJ skewers?Maybe the animals here will care, they don't have that qualification.

Keep your head down, move forward mechanically, and work hard. In addition to the heat, the terrain here kills people. The inclination of the ground, the arc of the dunes, can easily cause deception and lead to going in the wrong direction. Zhao Mai kept reminding himself that he had to stay focused and vigilant, and couldn't become numb, so he needed to find something to do all the time. In addition to looking at his phone to determine his walking trajectory, he felt the natural force around him all the time, and it turned out that he really made some discoveries. This place is not a Jedi, it is still alive, but hidden under a thick layer of sand. Some creatures with burrowing abilities have adapted to the environment under the sand, large and small, choosing to hide under the dunes during the day and coming out at night. Despite being careful to disguise his presence, there will still be some information that will be brought up by the sea of sand.

The most important information in the desert is about water, and Zhao Mai is particularly concerned about this. Plants used to grow here, and Zhao Mai found withered plant remains in the sand more than once. I don't know if it was the sandstorm or the never-ending heat that killed these tenacious creatures, but their presence undoubtedly shows that there is still water in this sea of sand.

"It's just where is this water source?" Zhao Mai had a guess, the water was hidden under the endless sea of sand, maybe it was an underground dark river, maybe it was a buried old lake. In short, low-lying places must be found to confirm his suspicions, but the sand is flowing, and low-lying places should have been buried long ago.

From time to time, there was a pulling force on the rope, indicating that Butcher was almost unable to hold on. Although his body is stronger, he is unable to sense the natural force, and his adaptability is much worse. Looking back, Butcher stumbled, his arms drooped, his lips chapped, and his eyes puffy. He didn't sweat anymore, which was a sign of heat stroke.

He couldn't go any further, or he would be a corpse. Zhao Mai looked at his surroundings and immediately changed direction and walked towards a large sand dune. Even if you have to rush down the sand slope, you will not hesitate to give up the physical strength that you have to climb up with great difficulty.

Zhao Mai is going down, Butcher is rolling down, he can't control the balance well. Zhao Mai was also dragged, and he rolled down with a grunt, accompanied by a burst of wails of reserve grain.

If it weren't for the fact that the sand was too hot, Zhao Mai really didn't want to get up. Survival is not just two words, but full of struggle. Not only did he have to take care of himself, but he also had to drag Butcher to the back of the dunes. After that, he used his hands to dig through the most superficial sand and push Butcher forward.

The strong man was already delirious, thinking that Zhao Mai was going to bury him alive, so he struggled. However, his eyes were already hazy, and they were all illusory shadows of Zhao Mai. "Lie down, and I'll give you water to drink." In a word, Butcher lay down obediently, as if hypnotized.

As long as you can peel off the sand on the surface, even if it goes down by 10 centimeters, the temperature can be reduced a lot. After drinking a little water, Butcher became a little quieter, but his eyes were still foggy. He had to wait for him to recover before he could leave, so Zhao Mai shook off the canvas, made a simple shade, and stopped to rest.

He uses his phone to set the alarm clock so that he doesn't lose track of the time. He was even more afraid that he would fall asleep and lose his life. Just half an hour, he said to himself, just half an hour.