"Oh damn it, Butcher, can you do it gently?" Zhao Mai was awakened by the tongue of the reserve grain, and he was having a wet dream at the time. There were corpses dumped around the www.biquge.info, but there was not much smell of blood coming out, as if the sand and mountains here were constantly absorbing something from the corpses. It's also good, it won't attract other monsters for the time being, and their state can't withstand another attack.

In addition to Zhao Mai and Bucher, there are two people who are tenaciously alive. One is a halfling who is still in a coma, lying straight next to Zhao Mai, and he may wake up at any time, and the other is actually the leader of the sand thieves, "Grandpa".

"What should I do now?" Butcher frowned, his mind still not very clear. Psychic abilities are like this, like maggots on tarsal bones, and they will never give up until they achieve their goal. Many times, psychic abilities use the host's own power to do their job, so once hit, it's hard to remove them on their own.

"Butcher, please go collect the supplies on them and see what you can do. Zhao Mai probably saw his friend's dilemma, although he couldn't be sure which spell caused it, but it didn't affect his decision. Just as Butcher turned around and took a few steps away, Zhao Mai plunged the dagger into the halfling's eye socket and went straight into his brain.

It's much simpler and safer than finding the heart in the rib gap.

With the purpose of the psychic ability gone, time would help Butcher slowly free himself from the spell.

"Heh, it looks like I'm going to die too. The grandfather smiled bitterly twice and looked down at the wound on his chest and abdomen. The blood that flowed out now had become very viscous, and the color had become like ink, the color of a crow's feathers, the color of a deathbringer.

Zhao Mai looked at him, first raised his hand and cast a healing spell for himself and the reserve grain, and eased his nerves. The magical light on his hands and the rapidly healing wounds made "Grandpa" very excited. Like a long-drought traveler who sees a clear stream, her gaze is full of longing.

Zhao Mai held the megalodon in his arms, and then sat in front of him. "Do you want to live?"

"Of course!" the leader of the sand thieves straightened up, struggling to suppress his heavy breathing. "Who doesn't want to live?"

"Even if this is a sad, hopeless, cruel world, do you want to continue to live?" Zhao Mai tilted his head to look at his wounds, pretending to understand very well and said, "Okay, but there is no difference between treatment now and treatment for a while, and I can't guarantee that I can cure you." And, the biggest problem is that I feel sick every time I use a spell, so you need to give me a reason to cure you. ”

"You're going to Tyre, and I can take you. I can tell you where there is a water source and where there is a safe hotel along the way. Grandpa hurriedly said.

"The two of us can walk out of the endless sea of sand, or we can continue to walk, without you. So ......" Zhao Mai's eyes were calm, not moved at all, and said in a stubborn voice like a stubborn stone: "What else?"

"I ...... I still have money, steel coins, found in the desert ruins, quite valuable, more than two hundred, all for you! You can become a Monopoly or a slave owner in no time, or you can become an official of Tyre, or a Templar! I also know the High Templar of Tyre, he is my son and nephew, I can introduce you to it, and I can save you a lot of trouble!"

If there is a cold hell in this world, then Zhao Mai's voice is like this: "Is there anything else?"

"I'm ......" grandpa roared from his throat, like an enraged mastiff. His eyes were red, and anger, unwillingness, and humiliation welled up in his heart, accompanied by a stream of black blood gushing out of his stomach.

"I know you're suspicious of me, it's common in the desert. I have a map that can help find the way. Do you think I'll always have a map with me to deceive people?"

"You have a point, no one would do that, unless you plan ahead. Zhao Mai stood up, the light of magic shining on his left hand. Walking to the side of the "big grandfather", Zhao Mai put his hand on his shoulder. "Why did you deliberately let the mantis man attack me?"

"Ah, because ......" As soon as the sand thief leader said a few words, he felt a sudden light in front of his eyes, and then a chill in his chest. Zhao Mai covered his eyes with his light-wielding palm, and then stabbed the Megalodon's blade into his heart.

"Although I think you're doing the right thing, it's always a disaster to keep him, but you're still so young, I'd better leave the murder to me. ”

Zhao Mai pulled out the blade of the gun and looked at Butcher with some surprise: "Do you think it's bad for me to do this?"

"Right" and "good" are often not the same thing, and Zhao Mai can hear the difference between the two.

"Because you're young, I see that you always travel alone, and you don't have too many fetters other than a dog. It's easy to lose yourself at this time and fall into the joy of killing. I've met a lot of young lads, mostly younger than you, of course. Many of them end up being grass killers. ”

"Oh, I wouldn't be like that, in fact, in a distant place, I have a home, and if it weren't for the guy who hit us with a flying machine, I might be playing with my parents and younger siblings right now. Zhao Mai wiped the blade of the gun and said to Butcher: "I always remind myself to be kind to others, but there are always people who come to bully me, and I can only force myself to resist this kind of person." I don't experience the joy of killing, I just fear that if I don't do it, I won't have a chance to go back. ”

"If you have a home, then you have a home. Butcher said: "However, it is better to leave it to me when it comes to murder, I am already standing in the mud of blood, so I don't have to clean myself." ”

"I think you're out of the mud, really. Zhao Mai began to rummage through the loot.

Butcher dug everyone's pockets and put things together. "Hey, Mike, I found two books on the halfling, he's a mage!"

"I'll take a look. Zhao Mai took the books, one of which was a diary, which doubled as an account book, which was of little help to them for the time being. The other one is very interesting, it is actually a guide to the cultivation of psychic abilities.

"Can you read it?" Butcher had flipped through the pages himself, and the words on it were like a book from heaven to him. In his companions, there are too many secrets hidden. He gradually became sure that he had taken a space trip and that this would definitely not be Gralion.

"Yes, I can read it, it's the Psychic Manual, the tricks of the Halfling. Zhao Mai put down the book and decided to confess everything to Butcher. "I'm a space traveler, and neither this planet of Atas nor your hometown of Gralion is my home. I'm not strong myself, and all space travel relies on that car that shapes. So, if you want to go back, you'll have to find a way to dig the car out. ”

"Go back, what are you kidding?" Butcher suddenly laughed, "I had to hide in the north because of my notoriety, and then I hid in the valley because of the Kelmanga affair. I'm finally free now, it's a new world, isn't it, Attas, Attas, what a name!"

"What happened to Kelmanga?" Zhao Mai asked curiously.

"When I'm in a better mood someday, maybe I'll tell you. Butcher dusted off his hands and picked up a rag to wipe his sword. "Don't worry, I'll help you dig up your car, and I'll help you wherever you go. But in exchange, you have to teach me the native language, and you have to teach me the skills of a halfling. ”

"You mean psychic abilities?" Zhao Mai looked at the book in his hand and scratched his head: "First of all, I'm not sure if I can fully understand, and I don't know if outsiders like you and me can learn local abilities. But I can at least translate it to you completely, and teach you the local language without any problem. ”

"Then it's settled. Butcher withdrew his sword from its scabbard and pointed to the corpse on the ground, "Come, I'll teach you how to pick things off the corpse." Our clothes, shoes, and all our outfits have to be the same as the locals. ”

"That's what I thought, too. Zhao Mai nodded: "We are going to Tyre City, which is also one of the largest cities here, and it is important to follow the customs of the locals." From now on, I'll teach you the local language step by step, starting with simple words. ”

In this way, one teaches and one learns, and the other cleans the battlefield. They found the map on the white-robed sand pirates, and they found the spirit crystals in the mantismen, which would be very helpful in developing their psychic abilities. Then the two gathered all the supplies of more than a dozen people, changed into suitable clothes and equipment, and continued to talk in the local language while embarking on the road to Tyre.