Chapter 126

"Can you draw water out of a living person?" Bucher pinched his chin and asked, looking at Zhao Mai who was filling the irrigation bag.

Zhao Mai shakes his head. How is that possible? Maybe an evil necromancer can do such a thing, but he has no such ability. He directs the natural force to collect the surrounding water, and the water in the corpse is no different from the water in the crevice of the rock. Many animals seldom drink water because they can get enough water from their food.

The reason for this misunderstanding is that Zhao Mai's action is too fast, and the spider's body is still shaking, so he has already pumped out the water. Filled with three water sacs, the rest can be drunk. Then he drank enough for the grain reserve and the flowers. Finally, a little bit poured on the two people's headscarves, the instant cool feeling made the mind clear.

"This corpse can't be wasted. We'll depend on it for food."

"Is it edible?" Bucher tugged at his beard. "Are you sure? I'll die if I eat this, won't I

"Actually, I haven't either." Zhao Mai told the truth: "I have to purify part of the food as much as possible while there is still some natural force. I can't guarantee the taste and nutrition, but I'm sure I can't eat bad people. "

Taking into account the appetites of most readers, I will not describe how they dismember their prey and what part of their stock they have. In fact, after a long time, Zhao Mai and Bucher both chose to forget their meal.

Supplement of food and water, two people's mental state is much better, but this does not reduce the risk of desert. One of the biggest dangers is insurmountable, and that is the sun overhead. As it climbs higher and higher, it becomes a very dangerous thing to walk on the sand.

They wanted to stop and have a rest, but they couldn't find a place to rest. The whole desert is an oven, and the only place where there is a temperature difference is just at the foot of your own foot, where there is a small circle of shadow. They can't stabilize the sand, they can't dig dunes to make caves. Although knowing that moving forward will consume too much physical strength, the result of standing still is more terrible - it will be roasted from the sole of the foot.

Compared with walking here, the previous heavy march in the swamp is nothing at all. Even if the frequency of drinking water increased, the two began to dehydrate rapidly, their eyes began to be in a trance, and their ears began to buzz. At this time, he couldn't be stingy any more, so Zhao Mai specially divided a ladle of water and poured it on his head and Bucher's head to force him to cool down.

"I can't hold on." Bucher's voice was hoarse and his eyes were blank. "I began to have visions. I always felt that there were woods and lakes beside me."

"Then we must be together." Zhao Mai tied the two men's belts together with a rope and tied a knot. "Keep up with me, Bucher. You're big and you're expensive."

"How much longer?" Asked Bucher.

"Hold on for another two hours, the sun will slant down, and the dunes will have enough shadow. At that time, we stopped to have a rest and enjoy the cool Zhao Mai's throat is itchy, but he still insists on speaking to comfort him: "at that time, desert animals will come out to look for food. Maybe we can catch another spider and fill it with water!"

"I like water. No amount is enough." Bucher glanced at Zhao Mai and asked, "why do you always have such self-control?"

"In this environment, if I don't control myself, I will die. I dare not waste even a little energy." "It's so hot around here that I have to be calm before I can control myself," Zhao said. My ideal is that even if a mountain collapses in front of the tip of my nose, there should be no panic. "

"You can't do it."

"Yes, but I'm trying, just like I'm trying to step my legs at the same time," Zhao said. "Work with me! If you don't step, I'll die, too. Come on, follow the rope

They can only stay for two minutes to tie the rope, or the soles of their feet will lose consciousness. In fact, Zhao Mai hopes that his feet will be numb, so he doesn't have to feel the burning pain again and again. On the left, on the right, on the left, it's like a drum, it's like a death timer, tick tick tick tick. As long as you stop, you will be caught up; as long as you stop, you will die.

The sun here is red, as red as blood, but there is another possibility. People who died in this desert, their blood was rapidly evaporated, rose to the sky, and then dyed the sky red. He can't come to that miserable end, but if he can't find a shelter in the mountains, he will be roasted. teppanyaki? Korean barbecue or Xinjiang kebab? Maybe the animals here will care that they are not qualified.

Head down, move forward mechanically, work hard. In addition to the heat, the terrain can kill people. The inclination of the ground and the arc of the sand dunes can easily lead to deception and lead to the wrong direction. Zhao Mai constantly reminds himself that he must keep his attention and vigilance and not become numb, so he needs to find something to do all the time. In addition to looking at the mobile phone to determine the walking path, he felt the natural force around him all the time, and finally made some discoveries. It's not a Jedi, it's still alive, it's just hidden under the thick sand. Some burrowing organisms adapt to the environment under the sand, different in size. They choose to hide under the sand dunes during the day and come out at night. Although carefully hide their own existence, but there will still be some information brought up by the sand sea.The most important information in the desert is about water, and Zhao Mai pays special attention to this aspect. There were plants growing here, and Zhao Mai found withered plant debris from the sand more than once. I don't know whether the sandstorm or the endless heat killed these tenacious creatures, but their existence undoubtedly shows that there is still water in this sand sea.

"But where is the water?" Zhao Mai has a guess that the water is hidden under the endless sand sea, maybe it is an underground river, maybe it is a buried old lake. In a word, we must find low-lying places to confirm his conjecture, but the sand is flowing, and the low-lying places may have been submerged for a long time.

From time to time, the pulling force from the rope showed that Bucher was about to lose his grip. Although his body is more robust, but he can not sense the natural force, adaptability is much worse. Looking back, Bucher staggered, his arms drooped, his lips cracked and his eyes puffy. He doesn't sweat any more. It's a sign of heatstroke.

In any case, he can't go any further, or he will be dead. Zhao Mai looked at the surrounding environment, immediately changed his direction and walked towards a big sand dune. Even if you want to rush down the sand slope, you will not hesitate to give up the physical strength consumed by climbing up.

Zhao Mai is walking down, but Bucher is rolling down. He can't control the balance well. Zhao Mai was also dragged, gululu rolled down, accompanied by bursts of mourning of grain reserves.

If it wasn't for the hot sand, Zhao didn't want to get up. Survival is not just two words, but full of struggle. He not only had to take care of himself, he had to drag Bucher to the back of the dune. After that, he used his hands to dig up the most superficial sand and push Bucher forward.

The strong man was already out of his mind. He thought Zhao Mai was going to bury him alive, so he struggled. But his eyes were already hazy, and they were all empty shadows of Zhao Mai. "Lie down and I'll give you water." In a word, Bucher lay down as if he had been hypnotized.

As long as you can strip away the sand on the surface, even if you go down ten centimeters, the temperature can be reduced a lot. After drinking a little water, Bucher became a little quiet, but his eyes were still blurred. He had to wait for him to recover before he could go, so Zhao Mai opened the canvas, made a simple sunshade, and stopped to have a rest.

He set the alarm clock on his mobile phone to avoid forgetting the time. He was even more afraid that he would fall asleep and die. Just half an hour, he said to himself, just half an hour.