Chapter Ninety-Eight: Awake to It

In the middle of the night, Zhang Sanyi had just finished practicing sword control, dizzy, extremely sleepy, lying flat before he had time to close his eyes, suddenly, the mountains shook for a while, unlike the previous earthquakes, just shake it, and stopped, this time it has lasted for a minute, the walls of the house are cracked, and it looks precarious.

Hurriedly pulled up the little monk with a confused face in his right hand, and picked up three more, and the little monk even grabbed his schoolbag in a hurry.

didn't have time to get out of the door, and smashed the window with an elbow, only the second floor, not high, Zhang Sanyi jumped down without hesitation.

"Boom ......"

The house still collapsed, Zhang Sanyi wiped his cold sweat, the surroundings were pitch black, filled with thick fog, and he couldn't see his five fingers.

The town has long since disappeared, and they are the only ones around, so is this already in the ruins?

Quietly, it's really scary.

"Anyone?"

Zhang Sanyi shouted and did not respond.

The little monk leaned tightly on Zhang Sanyi's legs, looking around with a tiger's head, obviously frightened, and did not come back to his senses.

As for the three dogs, they had no heart or lungs, and they didn't even lift their heads from beginning to end, as if they had nothing to do with themselves.

Staying in place, Zhang Sanyi didn't dare to move around randomly, now he doesn't know what is going on with this ruins, and he doesn't know where he is, according to the old bull man, the ruins are full of dangers, instead of bumping around like a headless fly, it is better to stay where he is, at least wait for dawn.

I don't know if there is daylight in this ghost ruins.

"Huaisheng, are you afraid?"

"I ...... I'm not afraid."

The little guy's little hand clenched Zhang Sanyi's three fingers tightly, but it was obvious that the tone of the two words "not afraid" was much lighter.

Smiling, Zhang Sanyi took Huai Sheng by the way, walked to the house that had become a small piece of ruins, found a fairly smooth stone, and sat on it.

He was going to be right here, just waiting.

Sitting cautiously on the stone, feeling that the little monk seemed to be shivering a little cold, Zhang Sanyi took Xiao Huaisheng and leaned against himself, the little monk was not so shaking, and he was obviously much more relaxed.

For some reason, the surroundings were exceptionally quiet, with no sound of wind blowing or sand flowing, which had to make Zhang Sanyi more vigilant.

The night began to fade slowly, and the fog did not disperse.

It was about to break dawn, Zhang Sanyi couldn't help but relax a little, stood up, and stretched.

Suddenly, with Wang's voice, the third brother raised his head and cautiously glanced ahead.

Zhang Sanyi also became cautious all of a sudden, and a Qi sword was tightly nested in his hand.

A rustling sound was getting closer and closer, Zhang Sanyi stared at the front tightly, the sound came from there, Xiao Huaisheng was still on the stone, and Zhang Sanyi was blocked tightly.

Suddenly, a sharp spear burst out of the dense fog and pierced Zhang Sanyi's heart, although the sand spear was very fast, Zhang Sanyi still gave birth to the right side, avoiding the sand spear, and a sand man in armor who was much taller than him slowly walked out of the fog, his eyes were scarlet, full of murderous aura.

Seeing that the blow missed, the sand man stabbed out another spear, Zhang Sanyi still dodged and cut off the sand spear with a sword, but, in the next second, the severed sand spear returned to its original state.

The sandman's movements were a little sluggish, and his movements were not so coherent, just when the sandman was about to stab the next blow, Zhang Sanyi swung out his sword, the sharpness of the Qi sword, there was no doubt, the tall sandman was cut off at once, and fell.

Zhang Sanyi looked at the sandman on the ground and took a breath, although it looked quite relaxed, but he had no foundation, and he had basically never played against anyone, so he was still a little nervous, but fortunately, the sandman was just like a puppet and moved slowly.

Suddenly, the two bodies of the sandmen on the ground squirmed, and there was yellow sand, which converged towards the fallen sandman, and in Zhang Sanyi's stunned, the two identical sandmen slowly stood up, scarlet with murderous eyes, staring at him deadly.

The pressure of two bodies to kill people is much greater than just one body, with the experience of the past just now, Zhang Sanyi didn't dare to use the Qi sword to cut the sand man, two bodies are enough to make him hard, if there are a few more, then it will be enough.

Try his best to dodge the sand spears of the two sand men stabbing towards him, Zhang Sanyi turned over and rolled again, and slowly began to get a little tired, he could only be beaten, he couldn't fight back, he was not tired, and he was also aggrieved.

Gradually, cold sweat appeared on Zhang Sanyi's forehead, and his panting began to thicken, and the two sand figures, as if tireless, were still staring at Zhang Sanyi and attacking.

Swinging his sword to cut off the sand spear stabbed by a sand man, Zhang Sanyi dodged in embarrassment, and was able to dodge the sand spear of another sand man.

It's not a way to go on like this, sooner or later he will be exhausted and consumed to death, Zhang Sanyi couldn't help but start to get anxious.

There must be some flaws in this sand man, but, where is it?

"Third uncle, cut off your head"

The voice of the little monk came, Zhang Sanyi was stunned for a moment, a spear stabbed at him again, cutting off the spear, Zhang Sanyi swung his sword again, and directly split the head of the sand man who had broken the sand spear in half, and the scarlet eyes seemed to be extinguished in an instant, and the sand man fell to the ground and turned into a handful of yellow sand.

Cutting off the head was really effective, Zhang Sanyi breathed a sigh of relief, and cleanly split the head of another sandman.

When the sandman disappeared, Zhang Sanyi sat next to the little monk and gasped.

"Little one, how do you know the head?"

"I guessed"

Zhang Sanyi rolled his eyes, you guessed it right, otherwise, maybe you would have died on this barren beach.

The sky was already bright, and the dense fog was dispersed a lot by the sun, at least, I could see far away.

Zhang Sanyi and the little monk were on a small sand dune at this time, and the surroundings were desolate and there was no one.

"Little one, will you choose a direction?"

Zhang Sanyi looked at Huai Sheng, he felt that he should take a walk, taking advantage of the dawn, it was not a matter to stay here all the time.

Besides, they're all in the ruins, so they have to get some benefits, and they can't cut down the sandmen for nothing.

"East Bar"

The little monk pointed to the sun facing him.

put the third brother in his schoolbag, Zhang Sanyi did not let the little monk carry it, but carried it on his back, held Huai Sheng with his left hand, and held a Qi sword in his right hand, he was afraid that it would be too late to condense the sword in case of danger.

Stepping on the soft sand, Zhang Sanyi and Huaisheng walked very slowly, in fact, the main reason was that they couldn't walk fast if they wanted to.

Unconsciously, the sun had moved overhead, and along the way, Zhang Sanyi cut down several sudden sand figures, which were more silent than those sand men in the morning.

"Are you tired?

Just in the same place, Zhang Sanyi and Huai Sheng sat on the sandbag, the little monk licked his lips, his lips had already dried up, took out the small kettle, drank a small sip, and the little monk handed the kettle to Zhang Sanyi very sensibly.

Shaking his head, Zhang Sanyi took out the purple clay pot from there, raised his head and poured a big sip of tea, finally no longer thirsty.

"Drink it with confidence!

Zhang Sanyi shook the small pot in his hand.

The little monk picked up his kettle again, took a big sip, and licked his slightly moist lips.

After sitting for about half an hour, Zhang Sanyi and Huaisheng set off again, one big and one small, two shadows, pulled by the sun for a long time, walking on the sand dunes, it seems that the whole world, except for the yellow sand, there are only the two of them left.

In this way, after a boring day, the frequency of the sand man appeared more and more, and the movements became faster and faster, several times, if it weren't for the three vigilant calls, Zhang Sanyi might not have been able to react, and was skewered with a sugar gourd by a spear that suddenly came from the ground.

The tense heartstrings can't help but tighten even more after the sun falls, and the night is definitely much more dangerous than the day.

Fortunately, in the desert, Zhang Sanyi and Huai Sheng picked up some firewood while walking, and they were angry with a bunch of young men, and the two sat around the fire.

The night was getting deeper and colder, and the little monk's eyes were foggy.

"Lie down and sleep, with me"

The little monk can lie down and sleep, but Zhang Sanyi doesn't dare, not even for a second, he doesn't dare to take it lightly, tonight is a sunny day, and the moon that is about to be round hangs in the sky, bigger than a big cake, bright and shining.

The stars are dense, and occasionally there are meteors streaked by, Zhang Sanyi glanced at it, and immediately became cautious, not afraid of 10,000, just in case.

A Qi sword, which was smaller than usual, slowly floated up from Zhang Sanyi's leg, staggered around him, and fell again. A smile hung on the corner of Zhang Sanyi's mouth, which was particularly obvious in the bright moonlight, and he was able to fly at last if he was able to fly, although, it was not flying at all.

Don't dare to try again, Zhang Sanyi changed his comfortable posture, looked at the moon and stars, and paid attention to the wind and sand around him.

Who knows if the danger will come in the next moment.

The night seemed to be safer than Zhang Sanyi thought, and one night, without any waves, the red sun climbed out of the hills, and the whole world lit up all at once.

Zhang Sanyi was a little tired, yawned at the sun, and stretched for a short time, and the little monk also rubbed his sleepy eyes and walked to Zhang Sanyi's side.

"Let's go"

"Hmm"

Two people, one big and one small, began to walk towards the sun again.

......

After hacking twelve sand men to death, it was dark again, and the day was over again, Zhang San was a little impatient at first, how long will this go, it has been two days, every day except for yellow sand or yellow sand, except for sand cutters, or sand cutters, if this continues, he may go crazy.

Rubbing his sand-stained hair fiercely, Zhang Sanyi couldn't help but sigh, he hadn't closed his eyes for two days, he was really a little sleepy, sitting next to the fire, depressed, heartstrings, and a lot more relaxed.

"Third uncle, why don't you sleep?"

The little monk leaned closer to Zhang San and said softly.

Rubbing the little monk's head, Zhang Sanyi grinned, smiled, and shook his head.

"Sleep, I'll watch over you"

"Third uncle, I'm not sleepy, you can sleep first, if it's dangerous, I'll call you"

The little monk looked serious.

Zhang Sanyi really wants to sleep for a while, and if he continues like this, he will break down sooner or later.

But is it possible to leave the little one alone? Although there was no danger for the first two nights, it does not mean that there was no danger at night.

For a while, Zhang Sanyi couldn't make up his mind.

"Third uncle, don't underestimate me, I have cultivated with my master."

The little monk saw that Zhang Sanyi couldn't make up his mind for a long time, so he hurriedly waved his little fist and added.

"Forget it, I'll hold on one more night, right? Maybe tomorrow will be fine."

Zhang Sanyi still didn't dare to take it lightly, the little monk was a child after all.

Grinning at the little monk, Zhang Sanyi blinked vigorously, hoping to blink down some tears and moisten his dry eyes.

Suddenly, behind him, the little monk folded his hands and muttered, Zhang Sanyi felt dizzy for a while, so he lay back.

"I said that I had cultivated, but the third uncle didn't believe it"

The little monk pursed his lips, and with some difficulty he flattened Zhang Sanyi, took out another piece of clothing, and covered it.

After doing everything, the little monk meditated cross-legged, and a delicate little wooden fish appeared in his arms.

"When...... While...... When ......"

The little monk was chanting the scriptures while beating the wooden fish, and it was peaceful.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, I faintly found that there was a faint golden light on the little monk's body.

A sandman appeared, and before he got close to the little monk, he "banged", turned into powder, and disappeared.

The little monk still closed his eyes and smiled, his lips moved slightly, and he was reciting the scriptures that no one could hear clearly.