A cool liquid wet her chapped lips, and Mo Zhuoyu opened her mouth in a daze and swallowed hard.

A large bowl of water was swallowed, and Mo Zhuoyu's dry body finally recovered.

After relieving himself, Mo Zhuoyu felt that the wounds on his body were not only not good, but under some tossing, they became more and more serious, and even had a tendency to fester.

When I opened my eyes, I barely sat up, only to see that I was no longer in the desert. Beneath him was a simple bed made of wooden planks, and beside the bed stood a woman with a vicissitudes of life, looking at her with concern.

According to the furnishings in the house, Mo Zhuoyu guessed that he should have been picked up from the desert.

When the woman saw Mo Zhuoyu get up, she immediately put down the bowl and put a pillow behind Mo Zhuoyu.

"Girl, how are you feeling?"

Mo Zhuoyu sat down with difficulty, looked at the woman, and slowly replied, "It's a lot better, thank you for saving your life." ”

When the woman heard this, her eyes flickered, and she reluctantly smiled, "Ha, uh, you can be better." I didn't save it, but I happened to meet you while hunting in the sand, and I brought you back by the way. ”

After speaking, he got up and picked up the bowl, and hurriedly said, "You have a good rest, I'll go cook a bowl of porridge for you first." ”

Before the words fell, the man had already walked out of the door.

Mo Zhuoyu looked at her back as she left in a hurry, and felt in her heart that this life-saving grace must not be so simple.

However, not to mention this, what happened in the past two days, as well as the woman's speech and demeanor, made Mo Zhuoyu have a strange feeling.

The sorrow on the woman's face that could not be concealed, and the confusion in her speech, did not look like the mortal Mo Zhuoyu once knew.

Because of the prosperity of the cultivation realm in the Lingyun Continent and the various protection regulations for mortals, although Mo Zhuoyu was born in a small mountain village since he was a child, he did not suffer much. Although the villagers in the mountain villages are not very wealthy, there are very few families who cannot survive.

But this woman seems to have been oppressed all her life, and there is no hope or light in her eyes.

Could it be that this is some particularly poor little place on the mainland, or is this not the Lingyun Continent at all!

Mo Zhuoyu was startled by a conjecture behind him, and quickly put aside this thought and began to take care of the scars on his body.

The most serious injuries on her body are internal, but some wounds outside her body must also be treated, otherwise she will die of wound infection before she can recover her spiritual power.

There was no medicine for the wound, so Mo Zhuoyu could only ask the woman to help get some hot water, and after simply cleaning the wounds on her body, she bandaged them.

From time to time, the woman came in with a bowl of steaming white porridge.

Mo Zhuoyu immediately got up to meet each other and thanked him again.

Although Mo Zhuoyu had already opened the valley, the hot porridge still regained some vitality to her body. Instead of immediately returning the bowl to the woman, she began to inquire about the situation

"Auntie, I ended up here unexpectedly, I don't know where this is?"

The woman stood crampedly beside Mo Zhuoyu's bed, a little surprised when she heard this, but still slowly replied, "This is Dune Village, you are a girl who was robbed in the city." ”

Mo Zhuoyu did not refute her speculation, and only continued, "Dune Village, what kind of small village next to the desert is it, how far is this to the city?"

As she spoke, Mo Zhuoyu stretched out her hand and pulled the woman to sit on the bed.

The woman struggled slightly, but she was firmly held by Mo Zhuoyu's hand, and she could only sit down reluctantly. 69 school bags

"Dune Village is far away from the city, and I haven't been there, and I can't get there after ten days and nights. However, in the nearby town, there are many monks who come from Shayang City to hunt. ”

Saying this, the woman's voice trembled, as if she had thought of something bad.

Seeing this, Mo Zhuoyu didn't ask about the sand hunt, but said in a hesitant tone, "Shayang City?"

After reading it silently a few times in his heart, he still didn't have any impression, Mo Zhuoyu already had a bad premonition in his heart, turned his head to look at the woman, and said urgently, "What is the name of this continent?"

"Dusi Continent!"

The sudden inquiry made the woman blurt out before she had time to think.

But these words made Mo Zhuoyu fall into silence.

"Bang!"

The door was suddenly pushed open from outside, and the sudden sound woke up the two people who were standing in the room.

Mo Zhuoyu looked up and saw an old man walking into the house with an unhappy face.

The visitor ignored Mo Zhuoyu, picked up the woman and hurried out of the house.

Mo Zhuoyu's divine sense soon saw the man pulling the woman into the room next to him, and reprimanded in a low voice, "What are you doing there?

"I just went to bring her some porridge, and I didn't say anything I shouldn't say. The woman withdrew her hand and explained softly.

Only then did the man relax his expression and instructed, "There are still two days before the blood sacrifice, you must watch her, otherwise it will be Xiaohuan who will go then!"

After speaking, the two began to communicate about what happened today, and after listening to it, Mo Zhuoyu was finally completely sure that he had really come to an unknown world.

I finally understood why I was rescued.

Although I don't know what the blood sacrifice is, I can roughly guess that it must be a bad thing just by taking it literally.

That Xiaohuan should be a young woman in the kitchen, who has never come out, and the man rescues himself, the purpose of which should be to let himself take the place of their daughter and participate in the blood sacrifice.

After sorting out the ins and outs of the matter, Mo Zhuoyu understood the current situation, and finally calmed down temporarily.

Although there are unknown dangers waiting ahead, and the way to recover his body has not yet been found, Mo Zhuoyu is not in a hurry. I've been cultivating for so long, and I haven't encountered anything, but the soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, and there will always be a solution.

Seriously injured, Mo Zhuoyu lay on the bed and soon fell asleep again.

In the next two days, Mo Zhuoyu was gradually able to barely walk on the ground, and by using his divine sense to monitor the conversation of several people, Mo Zhuoyu basically figured out the situation of the family.

The man's surname is Yang, and outsiders call him Old Man Yang, although he is only forty or fifty years old. The woman is the wife of Old Man Yang, and Xiaohuan is the only daughter of the two who is still alive.

The family usually farms for a living, and sometimes, Old Man Yang will go out to participate in the sand hunting organized by the monks. Mo Zhuoyu was picked up when he returned from a sand hunt in the desert.

The blood sacrifice they wanted Mo Zhuoyu to participate in instead of their two daughters was an order issued by a foundation building monk from the city.

In the nearby village, there must be a hundred underage men and women who have reached the age of ten, and the Xiaohuan of Old Man Yang's family just met the conditions, so he was naturally selected by the village.

However, if someone replaces him, no one in the village will pursue it, so when Old Man Yang saw Mo Zhuoyu, who looked young, he had this plan in his heart.

After Mo Zhuoyu knew about the family's scheme, he didn't express it. Now she didn't want to debunk it, because she wanted to contact the monks who came into contact with this world first, and see if she could find a way to recover her body.