In the afternoon, Saza stood in front of the west gate of the town, as if waiting for something. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info said that he didn't expect that after many days, he would stand in this position again, and he would do something similar to before.

This time, I didn't need to work as hard as before to get away for a few days, because it happened to coincide with Neville's centennial celebration, and all teachers and students had three days off. Except for a very few people who voluntarily gave up their vacations, the librarian, in fact, can also be called the director, this guy really has nowhere to go except the library.

In front of Sean and Laura, Saza says she's camping with friends—a common occurrence here. Besides, the two of them already felt that their son had been looking a little sluggish recently, and of course they would not refuse the camping request. There is no need to worry about safety at all, and after the piracy incident, the two no longer worry about their son's ability to protect himself. Of course, some common advice is still indispensable.

However, it is true that Ives had a plan to camp and invited Saza, but they were politely declined.

Looking back at the Neville Clock Tower still visible in the distance, 'Bless me for coming back.' He thought and walked out of the west gate. If I didn't guess wrong, the small village I saw in a trance in the wasteland last time should be Mo Village, but whether it can be found again, and whether the problem will be solved after finding it, is still unknown.

Going to the wasteland again, Saza's mood is even more apprehensive than last time, and he will experience something more unpredictable than the monster ahead, and the curse on his body is what kind of existence, which is still a mystery. And he traveled so far to rush to the village in the nightmare, which made him a little hairy to think about.

But the only thing that is better is that in the last time in Mengchi's death trial, something incredible seemed to have happened, such as the riot of the demonic beasts in the lake ashore, and their sudden death, which are some of them. It is still unknown what happened at the time, but after that event, it was time for the Silent Wasteland to be renamed the Dead Wasteland.

Even if you pass through the entire wasteland, you may not be able to meet a single demonic beast. The entire wasteland was as if all the life had died after the last lake beast riot, and there was no trace of it. And in this way, the wasteland is no longer the land of death that it used to be.

Perhaps from the mouths of the mercenaries and adventurers, the news spread quickly. Today, many caravans have begun to try to cross the wasteland, and in the past they had to go around the wasteland in a large circle to reach the towns on the other side, and it would have saved a lot of time if they could go straight through.

Since Tinghai Town is a harbor town, there are relatively many merchants and convoys coming and going, and it is not difficult for Saza to take a ride at this moment.

Just as he was thinking, another carriage passed by him, and on this section of the road at the entrance of the town, all the convoys would only let the horses walk slowly. After all, there are people who come and go, and even if the horse drivers are skilled enough to make sure there are no accidents, no one likes someone to go on a rampage near their home.

"Sir, where is your convoy going?" said Saza, trotting to one of the carriages in the convoy, asked the man in the carriage. There are many people like him who want to take a ride, and if the team is willing to accept it, they will quote their destination, as well as the cost of the ride.

"What's the matter, kid, are you going to get in the car? We're on our way to the town of Watat. Gripping the reins was a red-haired, red-bearded man, who, like most coachmen, wore a long pullover with a jumper, a waist, and a pair of rough, thick trousers tucked into his boots. It may be a little hot to wear like this at this time, but if you are traveling at night or stranded in the wild, this is a good way to keep warm.

The town of Watat is one of the largest and most prosperous on this coast, not because of anything else, but simply because it is the domain of the border lords. To get to the town of Wagt, you need to cross the wasteland, and that's obviously the convoy Saza needs. "I got off the bus in the wasteland. As he spoke, he prepared to get into the car.

"10 copper coins, kid. The man said as he pulled the car to a halt.

The price is not very high, after all, if it is a horse-drawn carriage, it is estimated that it will only take half a day at most to arrive. Handing over the copper coin, Saza entered the carriage from the front.

The carriage had no carriages, only a simple shed, and when they entered the shed, there were no other guests, just a pile of goods.

"Just sit down, you're just a guest today, otherwise you'll probably have to make do with it. The driver said. The convoy often hitchhikes with guests, as long as it seems safe, they will accept it, and they will gladly accept it, because the money does not have to be handed over to a boss or chief, and the coachman can take it himself, at most he will give some to the escort of the convoy on horseback.

Saza nodded, found a spot in the car and sat down. It could be seen that the red-haired driver was more enthusiastic, but due to mood problems, he didn't have much to offer.

The carriage slowly walked to the avenue outside the town, and a few drops of rain suddenly fell from the sky.

"Annoying weather!" the red-haired man complained. Indeed, rainy days are not so pleasant in the eyes of these passers-by, and the muddy roads washed by the rain can become even more painful, and in many cases the process will be delayed because of this. The guards on horseback at the carriage joined in the complaint, and they did not want such weather more than the coachman who drove in the carriage.

Inside the car, Saza quietly watched the rain fall in the air, not knowing what to think.

evening

Due to the weather, the sky was already dark. The rain had not abated since noon, like a poor man who was crying silently.

As a result, there were many puddles of varying shades on the road, and the carriage would jolt from time to time. If it's a bump, then it's good to say that the goods in the car are not fragile and can withstand such a toss. But if you're unlucky and get stuck in the quagmire, you'll have to work a little hard.

In short, there was a delay all the way, and it was not until it was dark that the caravan had just reached the inn on the way. And due to the weather, the leader of the caravan decided to rest for the night and then continue the journey the next day.

This was not expected by Sazar at all, and they should have reached the wasteland by this time. But at this point, there is no other way.

The second time he sat in the small restaurant of this hotel, it happened that the last time, he entered this hotel, but the mood was worse than the last time. Because the surroundings are full of wet guys, and their mouths are still scolding. While eating the steaks and bread prepared by the inn, the people of these caravans raised their voices and cursed the weather that was not long today.

Like the others, Saza had warm food on his table, which he had bought out of his own pocket, and the ten copper coins certainly wouldn't include that. However, his appetite was not very good, because there were several rude men sitting next to him. When they took off their soaked clothes, the stench was unbearable.

So, after a few casual bites, he returned to his room with a few slices of dry bread. Fortunately, Sean has been giving him a lot of pocket money recently, so that he will not sleep in the stable tonight.

When I entered the slightly cramped room, I was filled with the sound of heavy rain hitting the wooden house, but fortunately there was no water leak here. But then Saza had to do something he feared - sleep. It's ridiculous, but at some point, sleeping has become something to be feared.

Laughing at himself, he chewed bread in his mouth as he took off his coat and lay down on a somewhat cramped single bed. Before he knew it, he didn't even take off his shoes, and he fell asleep quickly.

late at night

"Drink!" Saza gasped and woke up from his dream again, sitting up straight and breathing heavily.

He turned his head to see a woman in a blood-red dress that was mopping the floor, staring at him by the bed, her pale face staring at him motionlessly.

Her lips were the same color as her skirt, the same blood-red, or rather, bloody. But it was a big smile, a strange smile, and her eyes were looking this way, but they were out of focus, and Saza didn't know if she saw herself.

Suddenly, she moved, and before Saza even understood what was going on, she suddenly pounced, grabbed his right hand, and pulled out the tail finger to bite off.

"Ahh He patted his chest with his hand, but felt the ring on his fingers.

At this moment, the door to his room was opened at some point!

Looking at the crack in the open door, you can see a red figure flashing in the dim corridor outside the house.

After a moment of frustration, Saza suppressed the fear in his heart, grabbed his coat, and rushed out of the room while putting it on. It was true that he was a little weak under his feet, but it was obviously something that the ring had led to as a result, and if he couldn't overcome that fear, then what else was he doing here? How did he convince himself to catch up.

Rushing out of the room, turning his head to look, faintly, he could see that there seemed to be a touch of red at the staircase of the corner downstairs.

He chased after him and rushed downstairs, only to see the shopkeeper who was busy greeting a few drunkards, and further on, he was about to leave the door of the inn, and the pouring rain was still going on outside.

Seeing the sudden appearance of Saza, the few people who were still having some quarrels just now suddenly fell silent, and even the noisy drunks quieted down.

Saza couldn't do much of it, so he rushed into the rain to find the red figure he had just seen, and took a wide cloak placed on the counter and draped himself over it, and then resolutely threw himself into the rain.

It wasn't until he left that the boss and the drunkard recovered from their stiffness. From each other's shocked expressions, they confirmed that what they just saw was not their own delusion. The young man's face was painted with blood on an exaggerated and paradoxical smile. (To be continued.) )