The yellow sand is endless, and the scorching sun is scorching. Such a situation can only make people despair, especially if they are alone.

It's just that the ink knife has long been used to it, used to being alone.

Enduring the scorching heat, the ink knife walked in the desert. He had been walking for a long time, but he had never been able to find a way out.

At this time, Modao only felt hungry in his stomach and his mouth was dry. If this continues, it is difficult to guarantee that you will be starved to death and die of thirst.

It's just that this eyes are full of yellow sand, where can you find food?

Time passed, and night was approaching.

Finally, at the last moment, not far away, the ink knife saw a glimmer of light. Towards the light, the ink knife flew away.

It was a city, with three big characters on the city gate, abandoning the heavenly city. This city is not very large, only a thousand people. It is said that it is a city, but it is more appropriate to use a village. Thatched huts stand side by side, and the most imposing ones are just a few double-storey wooden houses.

Although the city is dilapidated, the walls are unusually tall and magnificent. Red tiles and green bricks, magnificent. The wind and sand invaded, but it left no trace on its body.

On both sides of the city gate, two lanterns more than one person high swayed in the wind and flickered with lights.

In the blink of an eye, the ink knife came to the gate of the city.

"Who!" asked the two men standing on either side of the gate, in a loud voice.

Looking at the two people, Modao was stunned for a moment, because the outfits of the two people were too weird, so weird that Modao felt very familiar.

The two of them were wearing iron helmets and iron armor, red tasseled spears in their hands, and short knives under their crotches, just like soldiers.

Ink Knife has not seen such an outfit for a long time, and after a long time, Ink Knife looked at the two people in front of him, and there was a trace of nostalgia in his heart.

"I'm going into town. Ink Knife said.

"It's okay to go into town. One said.

"Take the money. Another said.

Looking at the soldiers who stretched out their hands to ask for money, Modao felt that they were more familiar at this moment. It's just because this kind of thing was something he often encountered during his lifetime.

Niuniu gave a lot of money, and there was still a lot left on the ink knife. Take one of them and give it to the man.

The wealth was not exposed, and the soldier saw the large amount of money in the ink knife's hand, and a trace of greed flashed in his eyes. glanced at the person next to him, and then said in a helpless tone: "These are not enough." ”

"How much do you want?" Modao asked, he didn't want to entangle with the person in front of him, although he knew that they were deliberately blackmailing, but looking at the person in front of him, Modao remembered a lot, many things from a long time ago.

"Give me all your money. The man said, with a fierce look in his eyes. He didn't take the ink knife in his eyes, it was not the first time he had collected money here, and he had met a lot of people like the ink knife who suddenly appeared, and he had blackmailed a lot.

Divide the money in his hand in half and hand the ink knife to the man.

"I'm talking about all!" the man snapped.

People are good and others are deceived, and this truth has existed since ancient times. Looking at the man, Modao's gaze gradually turned cold.

"Forget it. Another man persuaded.

"Forget it?" the man was slightly surprised. It's just because he usually collects money more ruthlessly and more than himself.

"Can I go in?" asked Inkknife.

"Yes, yes!" said the soldier who had persuaded his companion at once.

With the rest of the money in his arms, the ink knife walked into the city gate.

"That's it?"

"He's not easy to mess with. ”

"Which one of us is here to mess with?"

"He's different......" The soldier recalled Modao's previous gaze, and only felt afraid. He had a feeling that if he continued to make things difficult, he would have terrible consequences that he could not afford.

In the city, although it is night, the streets are still lively. The cries of selling are endless. It's just that the man is different from what Modao used to see.

One by one, they carried swords and swords, and their eyes were sharp, as if they would fight if they didn't agree with each other.

Looking at them, Inkknife felt like he was back in time.

It's just that there are some aliens mixed in among these people, and their eyes are evasive and cowardly. Such people tend to hide in corners and have no weapons on them.

When they saw the ink knife, a trace of sympathy and disappointment flashed in their eyes.

After a long time, Modao came to an inn.

The inn was simple, with only two floors. But looking at the furnishings inside, a familiar feeling once again came to the heart of the ink knife.

"Stay. Ink Knife said.

The voice fell, but no one answered. The shopkeeper had obviously seen the ink knife a long time ago, but the moment he saw the ink knife, there was only disgust and disdain in his eyes.

"Stay. Modao said again.

"What are you yelling about!" said the shopkeeper impatiently, coming to the ink knife, his eyes looked at the broken sword behind the ink knife, and his face became even more ugly.

"A room, steamed buns, water. "Modao didn't ask for wine, he had tasted the wine, and he didn't like it.

"Wait. The shopkeeper said impatiently, as if in his eyes, the ink knife was not a guest, but a beggar on the side of the road. After speaking, the shopkeeper turned around and greeted the other guests.

After a long time, the shopkeeper seemed to finally remember the ink knife. Walking towards the ink knife, there were no steamed buns in his hand, only a bowl of water.

Thrown on the table in front of the ink knife, a bowl of water spilled most of it.

The shopkeeper's rude behavior did not cause Modao to be dissatisfied, and Modao never cared about other people's attitudes towards him. "Steamed buns. Ink Knife asked.

"A broken sword can only be exchanged for a bowl of water. The shopkeeper said impatiently.

"Broken sword for water?" Mo Dao frowned, not understanding the meaning of the shopkeeper's words.

"You have money?" said the shopkeeper.

Without speaking, the ink knife took out all the money from his arms.

"What is this?" Looking at the 'money' on the table, the shopkeeper suddenly became angry and knocked it to the ground. Then he took out a copper plate from his bosom and slapped it on the table: "This is money! Are you outsiders stupid? Treat waste paper as money." ”

Looking at the copper plate on the table, the ink knife was stunned for a moment. Then he took out several of the same copper plates from his bosom. Those copper plates were deliberately left by the ink knife, and he wanted to leave some memories of his own.

"You're not an outsider?" asked the shopkeeper after changing his previous rude attitude.

Without answering, Modao asked, "Is this enough?"

"Enough! Enough!" the shopkeeper reached out and took a few copper plates, and then left quickly, and when he came back, he had a few more steamed buns in his hand and a stack of side dishes.

"Don't mind, uncle, I thought you were an outsider. It's a small one with no eyes, and you don't want to blame it. The shopkeeper looked groveling and said.

Ignoring the shopkeeper, Modao concentrated on eating steamed buns and replenishing his strength. At this time, Modao already had a way in his heart, a way to get out of here.

The shopkeeper saw that Modao didn't blame him, so he didn't say anything more, and left with interest. Just muttered in a low voice before leaving: "It's okay to pretend to be an outsider." ”

The night is getting deeper...... There are no pedestrians on the streets.

Suddenly, a figure with a broken sword on his back flashed in a hurry, heading towards the city gate.