Chapter 677: The Old Man and the Youth

As soon as Su Jiu and Chu Luochen stepped into the formation, the formation was activated, and a huge whirlpool formed under the feet of the two, and then the two disappeared in place with a flash of figure.

For Su Jiu, the moment he stepped into the formation, that feeling of the world spinning followed.

Su Jiu tried to manipulate the aura in her body to form a protective shield around herself, but found that she couldn't mobilize half a point of the aura in her body.

It's like something is holding you back.

In addition, the aura in this teleportation array was also extremely bursting, and she even felt that this bursting aura was almost tearing her apart.

There was a tingling pain on the skin, and gradually, the smell of blood around me became stronger.

Su Jiu didn't know how many wounds he had cut by this bursting aura, and he didn't know how much blood he had shed.

And this feeling of powerlessness has not been experienced by her for a long time.

Su Jiu floated in this teleportation channel, his mind becoming more and more dizzy.

Before she was completely unconscious, she vaguely felt someone hugging her, and her body didn't seem to hurt as much as before.

......

Located in the realm of Cang, an unknown place, there is such a desert, and in the desert lies a small city, there are not many inhabitants in the city, there is a perennial shortage of water, and there are young people who like to run out to find water, or want to leave the city.

It's just that the people who are looking for the water source are okay, and even if they can't find it, they can still come back normally.

But whoever tries to get out of here will eventually die in the desert.

Their bodies will soon be encountered by people who have gone out in search of water in the city.

Strangely, the location where these people's bodies were found was not far from this small town.

Slowly, strange rumors began to spread in this small town that this was a place forsaken by God, and that they were people who had been forsaken by God.

God doesn't allow them to leave here as they please.

Whenever someone leaves this place, God comes and harvests their lives.

The bearded old man sat in front of his own earthen culture, smoking a long cigarette, and his face was full of vicissitudes.

The old man was called the messenger of God by the people of the town, because it was rumored that he had lived for less than a thousand years.

How can a normal human being live so long?

Yes, this city is inhabited by ordinary people.

"Old man, why are you smoking again? ”

A young man dressed in coarse cloth, with dark skin and a strange strip of cloth tied around his head, walked up to the old man.

The young man's name is Zabu, and since he can remember, this old man is what he is now, and he still hasn't changed at all when he grows up.

Although this old man is old, he has been exposed to such a big sun all year round, but he has not darkened at all.

The old man often sat here and smoked, and did not like to talk, and he might not even say a word to anyone for a month.

Zab always felt that the old man seemed to be waiting for something.

When he saw that the old man ignored him, he was not bored with himself, but just said, "The wind is about to rise, go home quickly." ”

The pipe in the old man's hand paused, and his somewhat cloudy pupils turned slightly, as if he had finally retracted his thoughts.

On the other hand, as soon as Zabu returned home, he was beaten by his mother.

"You're going to see that strange old man again?"

Zabu was a little hungry, and when he saw that there was a freshly baked cake on the table, he took one and bit it in his mouth, and replied vaguely as he ate, "Don't you all call him the messenger of God?

In his opinion, these adults are hypocrisy.

The woman's face turned red, and she seemed to be a little annoyed, and she slapped away Zabu's hand that was about to take the second piece of bread, "Is the starving ghost reincarnated?" ”

Zabu withdrew his hand in a very boring way.

He glanced at the cake on the table that had just been baked not long ago, and as if he remembered something, he asked with some curiosity, "A-Niang, how did you say that person could not starve to death without eating all year round?" ”

A strange look appeared on the woman's face, about this question, not to mention Zabu, even the other clansmen in the small town did not know the true answer to this question.

After all, the old man was really weird, he didn't communicate with others, only occasionally went out to find water.

I never saw him eat, just sat at the door of the house in a daze all day long.

It is said that the sun rises and the sun sets, but no matter how early or late it is, he doesn't seem to rest.

If you want to talk about this, it was discovered one day when his man came home in the middle of the night.

According to his man, that night, the old man looked up at the sky with his head up, pinched his fingers, and did not know what he was doing.

While the woman was still thinking about the old man, the man of his family returned.

However, the man did not go back to the room, but locked the doors and windows tightly.

When the man saw his wife and children, he grinned, and he shook the water bladder in his hand, "Good luck today, followed a green plant and dug a puddle." ”

The man's skin color is darker than that of his wife and children, and it is hard to imagine that this weather-beaten face belongs to a thirty-year-old man without looking at the bone age.

It's just that the average life expectancy of people in this city is only about 50 years old, after all, it is difficult for anyone to live a long life in such an environment.

While the family was eating, the man suddenly mentioned a strange thing.

"Today, not far from where I dug into the water, something suddenly fell down, at first I thought it was a sand beast, and I was so scared that I ran back, but after walking halfway through, I always felt that something was wrong.

Even if some of the beasts could fly, the shape of the falling thing didn't look like a sand beast. ”

Zabu gulped down on the cake and said, "It's definitely not a sand beast, the sand beast won't appear on the surface of the sand layer at all before the storm comes." ”

The man felt that what his son said made sense, and gave him a dish with chopsticks.

The woman thought a little more, "In this way, will it be a treasure..."

If a woman had said that before, the man would have said that she was talking nonsense, but this time, even he himself began to be a little suspicious.

"I'll go out in two days and I'll go out and have a look after the storm passes. ”

There was joy on the woman's face, "During the two months of wind and sand, you should be careful when you go out." ”

Zabu didn't speak, he pondered, didn't he say that the old man at the entrance of the village was an oracle?

So how much can he know about this......

Desert storms, also known as sandstorms, are the most terrifying beings in the desert.

Its power and destructive power are even several times more terrifying than that of the sand beasts.

Before each storm, a city-wide warning is issued.

And when the storm rises, who else is outside, it is absolutely dead for ordinary people.

Because every time there is a storm, the sand and dust of the whole desert will change direction with the direction of the wind, which is why people often get lost in the desert.

Getting lost in the desert, combined with sun exposure and lack of water, is almost no different from waiting to die.

And the old man, who was remembered by Zabu, has now returned to his residence.

As soon as he returned, he closed the doors and windows like any other ordinary family.

Then he walked to the back room.

The room was empty, with no furniture other than a bed and a table full of tablets.