The sun is scorching, and the earth is like a furnace.
He knew he was going to die!
In this terrible desert, everything seemed to stand still, and all the scenery became paintings, which were displayed in front of him.
The goshawk in the sky was obviously circling and soaring, but it looked like a point, motionless, and those dead trees, miserable white, as if they were built with corpses, behind the dead trees, there was no boundary between heaven and earth.
Static images form an empty world where there is not even sound.
With his back against the rock, he had been sitting all day, not moving, not that he did not want to move, but that he did not dare to move, hunger, exhaustion tormented him, and if he moved now, then he could fall down at any moment.
To fall means to never get up again.
He could wait, and in a few hours, at night, although there was nothing to eat, his physical strength would be somewhat restored, and the poisonous sun would be gone, and he might be able to get up and walk again.
Yesterday, he thought the same thing, but when it really came to night, he didn't even have the strength to stand up.
How can we recover our strength without food? What is even more terrifying is that there is no water yet.
Seven days ago, he had encountered a strange sight of nature.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that such a thing could happen in the desert, and he had never heard from the old man that such a catastrophe could happen.
He didn't know how it all happened, and he didn't dare to speculate that human beings were so small in front of nature!
When everything was restored and he woke up from his palpitations, he found himself lost.
Being alone, lost in a desert with no eye on the horizon, often means death.
Soon, he ran out of water and dry food, at that time, he didn't care, he felt that as long as he walked in one direction, with his physical strength, he would be able to persevere out of this desert or find an oasis, but he was wrong.
Since he was a child, he has been learning martial arts with his master, and at the same time he has also learned the skills of surviving in the desert Gobi, so he is very confident, thinking that with his own ability, he will not be able to find a single grass root in a day or two? As long as he sees the grass root, he is not far from the water source.
But he forgot that Master had said such things when he was teaching him survival skills.
The most important thing to survive in the desert Gobi is not these survival skills, but luck, if you are unlucky, no matter how many skills you know, it is useless.
Luck can override any skill, and even experienced locals who often walk the desert will end up dying if they lack a little luck.
Now, he feels that luck really has nothing to do with him.
What would you do if you were unlucky?
Many people think that bad luck must do something that can be transferred, in fact, at this time, no matter what you do, you are unlucky, and doing things to transfer cannot change the fact that bad luck.
The best thing to do is to do nothing and endure.
Patience!
His master told him that in addition to luck, patience is the most important thing.
He disagreed, feeling that what the master said was too unambitious, but he didn't refute it to his face, and nodded pretending to be obedient. The master smiled, of course he could see the apprentice's thoughts, but he didn't break it.
There are many experiences in life that are not taught, but gained through practice.
Now, in a desperate situation, he knows how precious forbearance is!
There is no water, there is no food, the body is already extremely tired, and it can't withstand any toss, in this case, what else can you do but endure?
As long as you are willing, calmly endure, I believe that you will be able to wait for the passing business travel, even if no one comes, it will be better than being anxious to live longer, even for an hour.
Master said that if you live, you will not be too far from victory, and no matter what the circumstances, your first choice is to live.
But can you really live? He thought it was a joke.
I didn't expect that when I was young, I learned a good skill, and I was about to make a difference, when God actually played such a joke on me.
If it weren't for that inexplicable disaster, how could I have died in the desert like this!
The sun was setting in the west, and the heat had subsided, which made one feel better, even as the cold crept in.
The desert night is equally terrible, it can freeze people to death, but it is more comfortable than the day, especially the cold will always bring a trace of moisture, for people who have been out of water for three or four days, this trace of moisture is undoubtedly a life-saving straw.
He felt that he would be able to survive the night, but what about tomorrow? Tomorrow at noon, the terrible sun, and in spite of the rocks, he could not escape the scorching heat.
If a person's luck is too bad, it is useless for him to endure it.
There was a sudden thudding sound in his ears, very small, not easy to notice, but he heard it.
Ever since he sat down against the rock, he felt that the world had been completely quiet, without any sound.
When a person is tormented by such harsh conditions in the desert to a certain extent, the spirit is extremely broken, and hallucinations occur.
The primary stage of hallucinations is the loss of the five senses, which, according to Master, is actually a means of self-protection for the human body, because the five senses consume the most vitality, and the body automatically closes the five senses at this time, in order to preserve the vitality and also help to enhance one's endurance. But when the endurance reaches the limit, the advanced stage of the illusion comes, the human vitality is already confused, the five senses open freely, and then all kinds of imagination under the guidance of the spirit come flooding in.
If you go through the advanced stage of hallucination, the person will be useless, and even if his life is saved, most of them will become a madman.
Thinking of what the master said, he couldn't help but shudder, he had already experienced the time when his five senses were turned off, and he couldn't hear any sound in his ears, but at this time, he suddenly heard the sound of a rustle, could it be that he had entered the advanced stage of hallucination?
If you become a waste, you might as well die!
He followed the sound and saw a fist-sized scorpion lying on a rock a foot above him.
Ghost-faced scorpions!
He couldn't tell if what he saw and heard was a hallucination, whether there was really such a scorpion lying on top of the rock, but he knew very well that it was never a good thing to encounter a ghost-faced poisonous scorpion.
The ghost-faced scorpion lives in the Gobi Desert, and although it is not a rare species, it is not often seen. This kind of scorpion is relatively large, but this is not its scary, but the pattern on the back of the scorpion, at night, the back of the scorpion will emit a pale green fluorescence, like a man's face, so it is called a ghost face. The poison of the ghost-faced scorpion is not the most powerful among the various poisonous scorpions in the desert, but due to its large size, if the ghost-faced scorpion stabs you, the amount of poison injected into your body is the largest, and it is said that a ghost-faced poisonous scorpion can easily poison a fat and strong Bactrian camel.
Because of its strange appearance and the fact that it can kill people, there are many legends about ghost-faced poisonous scorpions.
One of the most terrifying is the legend that a man trapped in the desert, who is on the verge of death, will see this poisonous scorpion, and it will also look at you, watching you die slowly, waiting for you to die, to be exact, and then gnawing at your corpse little by little.
No one knows the truth of this legend, and no one has ever seen a ghost-faced scorpion gnaw at a corpse, but everyone who walks in the desert does not want to see it.
It is a soul messenger from the underworld and represents death.
Now, the Soul Charmer was crouching a foot above his head.
He felt a sudden sense of relief.
Patience and waiting, there is no need for it, and the end is about to be achieved, which is death!
Master said to endure, and Master said that the first choice in life is to survive, but the result of forbearance is not necessarily to survive.
He stared at the ghost-faced scorpion, and he was a little eager for the moment when the scorpion's tail stabbed at him.
The sky had not completely darkened, and the ghost face of the poisonous scorpion had not yet glowed, and it seemed to lack a sense of ritual, so the poisonous scorpion did not move.
Does it have to wait?
He and it are all waiting, all enduring it!
You can't even die so happily, you have to wait!
He couldn't help but feel a little sad, and he also seemed to understand the true meaning of what Master meant by forbearance, when you really can't do anything, you have only one choice, and that is to endure.
The true meaning of forbearance is not that you have to endure, but that you can't endure.
To endure and not to endure are two very different choices, but we often confuse them in our lives.
Do you just sit there, wait for the sky to get darker, wait for the ghost face on the back of the poisonous scorpion to be clearly revealed, and wait for the scorpion tail to slowly come over and prick itself?
Do you have to endure the current situation? or can't you bear it?
He couldn't tell the difference, so he had to look at the long knife he had been holding tightly in his arms.
It is a sword-like knife with a very narrow and long blade, and it is also very straight, with a slight curvature, but not obvious, and the handle is long enough to be held with both hands.
The northwest is a place rich in knife makers, and almost an adult man in this land will wear a knife, and there are various styles of knives, but the vast majority of people use the northwest knife, and the blade is also very long, and the arc is obvious, which is more suitable for sitting on a horse and wielding.
There are not many people who use this kind of long knife in his hand, many people have not even seen it, in fact, this kind of knife is also called the Japanese knife, which is often seen in the coastal areas, it is said that it is made by the Dongying Japanese people, and the knife is also good at chopping.
When he learned art from the master, he was a little puzzled, the master has lived in the northwest for a long time, and he is definitely not a Japanese person, how can he know how to use the sword in the east, and there is also this Japanese knife made of stainless steel?
After asking for a long time, when the art was about to be completed, the master told him about the past of the rivers and lakes.
About 20 years ago, there was a Japanese ronin, who called himself Yanagi Yidao, obsessed with knife skills, and thought that the Japanese knife technique, which was known for its ruthlessness, was the real knife technique, and could win all the knife skills in the world, especially the summer spring thunder slash of their Yanagi family, which was the most powerful knife technique in the world. In order to verify this matter, he deliberately drove a boat from Dongying to the Central Plains, and began to challenge all the martial arts masters who made swords in the Central Plains.
In the land of the Central Plains, there are actually many people who are higher than Liu Sheng's sword kung fu, but in terms of sword technique alone, there are really not many swordsmen who can defeat him, at least most people have no certainty of victory in their hearts.
After a period of time, Yanagi was almost invincible, and he became arrogant and empty-eyed.
It is said that there was an unknown swordsman at that time, who knew that his kung fu was far inferior to Yanagi's sword, but in order to prevent more people from being injured under Yanagi's knife, he decided to risk his life to challenge Yanagi Yidao.
Of course, he was defeated by Yanagi's sword, and before he died, he told Yanagi that the people who really made the sword were in the northwest, and the person with the best sword skills was the King of the Western Wilderness Sword. Where did Yanagi know that this unknown swordsman had set up a game before he died.
There are not a few good swordsmen in the northwest, but there is no one who is known as the king of the sword in the Western Wilderness, but Yanagi believes it!
Liu Sheng went to the northwest alone, but also the reason for his arrogance, he was not prepared, he did not understand the terrible weather and geographical environment of the northwest, and as a result, he fell into the desert for no reason, and after seven days and seven nights, he was dying before he met a passing caravan.
Although the caravan people tried their best to save him, he could not escape death.
Liu Sheng was unwilling before he died, and asked the people in the caravan to hand over his knife and knife book to the King of the Western Wilderness.
Where did the people in the caravan know any Western Wilderness Sword King, but they happened to know the master, so the master got a refined sword and a book of swords, and also buried Liu Sheng's knife!
Although this person has a strange and extreme temperament, he is a righteous gentleman who pursues martial arts, and there is no great evil in his life, and it is really pitiful to die in a foreign land.
Master said that although this sword is not a precious blade, it is also a sharp weapon for sharpening iron like clay, not to mention that it has been used by a person who has pursued martial arts all his life, so it should also be cherished.
Now he regrets accepting the gift from his master and taking this sword with him, and the man was trapped in the desert for seven days and nights, and now he has been trapped for several days, and it seems that this sword is a bad thing.
Maybe that's fate!
That's all he could do to comfort himself.
Although he thought that this sword was a little ominous, if someone exchanged a bowl of water for this sword, he would still not change it! The knife is there! How could a knife man lose his sword!
The night was darker again, and the chill hit him, making him shiver.
Looking up, through the night, I saw that the pattern on the back of the poisonous scorpion seemed to be a little brighter, and the ghost's face had already appeared hideous, and the poisonous insect seemed to have moved a few inches while he was unprepared just now, and it was closer to his head.
Did the scorpion climb on top of his head and he died?
The ghost-faced scorpion will gnaw at human corpses, and it seems that it is not a legend.
Thinking of this, he smiled bitterly, death is not terrible, but the thought of the corpse being gnawed by such an evil gadget after death is indeed a little disgusting.
In normal times, with a wave of the hand, the poisonous scorpion can be split in half, but now, even the strength to draw the knife is gone.
Do you just sit and wait, waiting for death to come, and waiting for your body to be treated as a feast by this poisonous scorpion?
Instead of being eaten, eat it!
A bold idea popped up in the depths of his mind, and it really scared him!
Squinting at the past, the poisonous scorpion is huge, and eating it may really replenish its strength, but how can you catch it?
This is a poisonous scorpion, and its venom can even poison a camel in an instant.
The venom of the scorpion is contained in the glandular sac located in the tail, and the tip of the tail is poisoned by a needle, and when in danger, the scorpion's tail swings, and the poison needle pierces the opponent's body and then injects venom, the whole process is so fast that it is almost impossible to see with the naked eye.
An ordinary person with quick hands and quick eyes, if he has no experience in raising scorpions, it is almost impossible to catch scorpions with his bare hands without being stung, not to mention that he is now so weak that he is dying.
He felt it was a challenge!
But he didn't want to endure it anymore, to eat, or to be eaten by it!
The heat is gone, and a chill rises between the heavens and the earth.
Night, has completely fallen.
The night in the Gobi Desert is magical and dangerous, and the animals that have endured all day begin to come alive, and when it is cool, they come out of their daytime hideouts and start foraging, and of course, many of them become food.
He knew very well that the longer he waited, the worse it would be for him, and the best time for the scorpion to move was at night.
Now there are two options left in front of the ghost-faced scorpion, either wait until he dies and then come and eat his corpse, or simply go elsewhere and continue foraging.
He knew that it was more likely that the ghost-faced scorpion would choose to forage elsewhere, so that he would not be in danger of being poisoned.
But he couldn't be happy, because at the moment, he had only one way to go, and that was to eat the scorpion!
He seriously thought about it, there was no water to drink, no food to eat, and if he continued like this, I was afraid that he would not be able to withstand the sunrise tomorrow, and even if he did, his body would reach the limit, and it would be impossible for him to withstand the radiation of the poisonous sun.
Death is tomorrow, or tonight.
So, he had to eat, and now, only this poisonous scorpion was the closest to him, and if he missed it, he might have missed the last hope of survival.
Can't wait, you have to shoot.
The ghost-faced scorpion seemed to have discovered his intentions, and immediately became vigilant, crawling two steps forward towards him, and quickly taking three steps back, a scorpion tail stood up in an instant, and in the night, even a blue demonic light could be seen flashing at the tip of the scorpion tail.
It was too late to draw the knife in his hand, and he stopped thinking about it, and immediately stretched out two fingers to grab at the poisonous scorpion.
Although he was already weak, his hands were still very fast and steady, of course, his fingers were also very strong, the moment he touched the scorpion tail, the two fingertips rubbed, and immediately pulled the scorpion tail alive, and with a flick of his finger, the scorpion tail flew out and fell into the darkness in the distance.
The completion of this series of actions was only instantaneous, and he faintly felt that something seemed to be touching the back of his finger, which was lighter than a mosquito landing on his skin, so he didn't care, and after popping out the scorpion tail, he opened his hand and copied the poisonous scorpion that wanted to escape in his hand.
The ghost-faced poisonous scorpion, without the scorpion tail, it has no threat.
The scorpion in his hand kicked his limbs wildly, struggling desperately.
There was a hint of apology in his heart, but in this desperate moment, he couldn't help but do it.
Grasping the scorpion in one hand, he pulled out the knife with the other and nailed the scorpion to the tip of the knife.
The scorpion finally stopped moving, and he let out a long breath.
After a short rest, he took out the fire fold from his arms, but there was no dead wood and grass around him to burn, so he had to use the small fire to roast the poisonous scorpion.
Although the size of the poisonous scorpion is not small, this thing really can't stand the fire, the flame on the fire fold is very small, but after a short while, the fragrance of the poisonous scorpion will come out, and the shell is already burnt.
How could a man who had been hungry for days withstand the scent, he no longer cared whether the scorpion had been roasted or not, picked it up and put it in his mouth.
The outside is scorched and fragrant, but the inside is still raw.
He didn't care much, so he swallowed the poisonous scorpion alive in two bites.
The poisonous scorpion that looks like a big fist actually doesn't have any meat, and instead of filling its stomach, it feels even hungrier.
A scorpion can't be full in the end, but hooks up the hunger, and then looks around, there is really nothing to hunt.
He sighed lightly, a little sorry in his heart, it seems that this scorpion can't save his life, so what's the use of killing it and eating it?
His head sank a little as he thought about it, and it wasn't long before he fell asleep.
I don't know how long he slept, but suddenly, a wave of heat rose from his belly and woke him up.
It was still night, still leaning against the rock, but he suddenly felt that his body had strength, and he couldn't help but be happy, it seemed that the scorpion was still useful, and it had allowed him to regain his strength so quickly.
He tried to stand up, effortlessly, and surprisingly easily.
Could it be that what I am eating is a rare treasure? How can it be so effective?
Master said that there are many treasures in heaven and earth, but they will only be reserved for those who are destined, it seems that I must be the one who is destined, and this ghost-faced poisonous scorpion may be the king of scorpions!
Thinking of this, his heart is even more happy, at this time, it is best to move his muscles and bones, and practice knife skills, to see how his physical strength is recovered!
His hand had reached the handle of the knife, but he froze.
It's like eating hot pot on dog days, sweating profusely, and when your sweat pores explode, someone suddenly poured the hot pot on you.
The moment his hand touched the hilt of the knife, his whole body froze, especially that hand.
This hand had caught the ghost-faced scorpion just now, and now it had turned white, miserable white, so white that it was even a little transparent.
He knew that he was poisoned, and he must have been stung by the scorpion when he caught the poisonous scorpion just now, and the scorpion's tail was as fast as lightning, and he didn't even see it in his eyes.
What can be done to eat or be eaten?
It is not good to be eaten, but it seems that those who eat will also die, become corpses in the Gobi, and eventually be eaten!
He now understood that a fist-sized scorpion would never be able to fill his stomach, let alone recover his strength so quickly.
Being able to stand up easily is the poison of the ghost-faced scorpion.
There are thousands of poisons in the world, and everyone's reaction after poisoning is not necessarily the same.
He didn't expect that he would behave like this after being poisoned by the ghost-faced poisonous scorpion, where is this poison, it is clearly a panacea.
It is said that there is a medicine in the rivers and lakes that can restore people's strength instantly, is it the scorpion tail poison of this ghost-faced poisonous scorpion?
If this is the case, then why do people in this desert show fear when they talk about ghost-faced poisonous scorpions?
He was puzzled, and then looked at his hand, it was so white that it was terrifying, the more the finger part became more transparent, and when he looked closely, he found that there was an extremely small black spot on the back of the finger, and there was no blood oozing, just such an extremely clean black spot, the skin around the black spot was so white that you could almost see the blood vessels under the skin, the farther away from the black spot, the more normal the skin color, but it could be seen that the white color was spreading unhurriedly along the arm.
This is a sign that the poisonous gas is spreading in the blood, and if there is such a sign, how can it be a panacea?
He knew that with his understanding of poison, he might not be able to figure it out, so it was better to take advantage of the fact that his strength had recovered now and hurried out of this desert.