Sword and Magic and Taxi

Can you extract water from a living person? Butcher pinched his chin and asked Zhao Mai, who was filling the water bag.

Zhao Mai shook his head, how is this possible? Maybe an evil necromancer could do such a thing, but he didn't have that ability. He directed the natural force to collect the surrounding moisture, and the moisture in the corpse and the moisture in the crevices of the rock were no different to the force. Many animals rarely drink water because they get enough water from food.

The reason for this misunderstanding was that Zhao Mai moved too fast. He had already pumped out the water while the spider's body was still shaking. After filling three water bladders, I can still drink the rest. Then he drank enough for the reserve grain and Xiao Hua. The last bit was poured on the headscarves of the two people, and the instant coolness made their minds clear.

This corpse cannot be wasted. We rely on this as food.

Is this food edible? Butcher tugged at his beard, Are you really sure? Will I die if I eat this food?

Actually, I haven't eaten it either. Zhao Mai told the truth: I have to purify some of the food as much as possible while the natural force is still there. I can't guarantee the taste, and I can't say the nutrition, but I definitely can't eat it. Bad guy.”

To accommodate the appetite of most readers, I will not describe here how they dismember their prey and what parts they store. In fact, after a long time, both Zhao Mai and Butcher chose to forget their meal.

After replenishing food and water, the two people's mental state improved a lot, but this did not reduce the danger of the desert. The greatest danger of all was insurmountable, and that was the sun overhead. As it climbed higher and higher, walking on the sand became a very dangerous thing.

The two wanted to stop and rest, but they couldn't find a place to rest. The entire desert is an oven, and the only place where there is a temperature difference is the small circle of shadow under your feet. They couldn't stabilize the sand, so they couldn't dig the dunes to make caves. Although he knew that continuing to move forward would consume too much physical energy, the result of standing still was even more terrifying - he would be roasted alive from the soles of his feet.

Compared with walking here, the heavy march in the swamp was nothing at all. Even if they drank water more frequently, the two of them began to become dehydrated quickly, their eyes began to become dazed, and their ears started to buzz. At this time, he could no longer be stingy, so Zhao Mai specially took out a ladle of water and poured it on his and Butcher's heads to forcefully cool them down.

I can't hold on any longer. Butcher's voice was hoarse and his eyes were dull. I started having visions, always feeling like there were woods and lakes around me.

Then the two of us must be connected together. Zhao Mai tied the two people's belts together with a rope and tied a tight knot with force. Keep up with me Butcher, you are big and consume a lot of money.

How long do we have to go? Butcher asked.

If we hold on for another two hours, the sun will deflect and there will be enough shadows on the sand dunes. At that time, we will stop to rest and enjoy the cool air. Zhao Mai's throat was itchy, but he still insisted on speaking to comfort him: At that time, desert animals will come out to look for food, and maybe we can catch a spider and fill our stomachs with water!

I like water, no amount of it is enough. Butcher glanced at Zhao Mai and asked, Why are you always so in control?

In this environment, if you don't control yourself, you will die. I don't dare to waste even a little bit of energy. Zhao Mai said: It's so hot around me, I have to calm down before I can control myself. My ideal is that even if a mountain falls from me Even if the tip of your nose collapses in front, you can’t panic at all.”

You can't do it.

Yes, but I'm working hard, just like I'm working hard to move my legs at the same time, Zhao Mai said, Work hard with me! If you don't move your legs, I will die too. Come on, take the rope!

They could only stay for two minutes to tie the rope or they would lose feeling in the soles of their feet. In fact, Zhao Mai kind of hopes that his feet will be numb, so that he doesn't have to feel the burning pain again and again. Left, right, left, like the beat of a drum, like the timer of death, ticking, ticking, ticking. If you stop, you will be overtaken; if you stop, you will be dead.

The sun here is red, as red as blood, but there is another possibility. The blood of the people who died in this desert was rapidly evaporated, rising to the sky and dyeing the sky red. He couldn't afford to end up in that tragic end, but if he couldn't find shelter in the mountains, he would definitely be roasted. Teppanyaki? Korean BBQ or XJ Big Meat Skewers? Maybe the animals here would care, but I am not qualified to do so.

Keep your head down, move forward mechanically, and work hard. Besides the heat, the terrain here kills. The inclination of the ground and the arc of the dunes can easily cause deception and lead to the wrong direction. Zhao Mai kept reminding himself that he must maintain attention and vigilance and not become numb, so he needed to always find something to do. In addition to looking at his phone to determine his walking trajectory, he felt the natural force around him all the time, and he actually made some discoveries. This place is not a desert, there is still life, but it is hidden under the thick sand. Some creatures with the ability to burrow have adapted to the environment under the sand. They come in different sizes and sizes. They choose to hide under the dunes during the day and come out at night. Although he carefully conceals his existence, there will still be some information brought up by Sha Hai.

The most important information in the desert is about water, and Zhao Mai pays special attention to this aspect. Plants once grew here, and Zhao Mai found withered plant remains in the sand more than once. We don’t know whether it was a sandstorm or the never-ending heat that killed these tenacious creatures, but their existence undoubtedly shows that there is still water in this sea of ​​sand.

But where is the source of this water? Zhao Mai has a guess. The water is hidden under the endless sea of ​​sand. It may be an underground river, or it may be a buried old lake. In short, he had to find a low-lying place to confirm his guess, but the sand was mobile, and the low-lying place might have been buried long ago.

There were pulling forces on the rope from time to time, indicating that Butcher could no longer hold on. Although his body is stronger, he cannot sense the force of nature and his adaptability is much worse. Looking back, Butcher staggered, his arms drooped, his lips were chapped, and his eyes were swollen. He stopped sweating, a sign of heat stroke.

No matter what, he can't leave anymore, otherwise he will definitely become a corpse. Zhao Mai looked at the surrounding environment, immediately changed direction and walked towards a large sand dune. Even if you have to rush down the sandy slope, you won’t hesitate to give up the energy consumed by finally climbing up.

Zhao Mai walked down, but Butcher rolled down. He could no longer control his balance well. Zhao Mai was also dragged, and rolled down Gululu, accompanied by bursts of whining from the food reserves.

If it weren't for the sand being too hot, Zhao Mai really didn't want to get up. Survival is not just a word, but a full struggle. Not only did he have to take care of himself, he also had to drag Butcher to the back of the dune. After that, he used his hands to dig out the topmost sand and pushed Butcher inside.

The strong man was already unconscious and thought Zhao Mai was going to bury him alive, so he struggled. But his eyes were already hazy, and they were all Zhao Mai's shadow. Lie in, and I'll give you water. With one sentence, Butcher lay down obediently, as if he was hypnotized.

As long as the sand on the surface can be peeled off, even if it goes down ten centimeters, the temperature can be reduced a lot. After drinking some water, Butcher became a little quieter, but his eyes were still blurry. He had to wait for him to recover before leaving, so Zhao Mai shook off the canvas, made a simple sunshade, and stopped to rest.

He set an alarm on his cell phone to prevent himself from forgetting the time. He was even more afraid that he would fall asleep and lose his life. Just half an hour, he told himself, just half an hour.