Reverend Insanity

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After careful inspection, Fangyuan did not find any traps.

He slowly approached the dry corpse, and when it was only five or six steps away from the corpse, it changed.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but cursing in his stomach, because he once again lost control of the youngsters and turned into a bystander.

The youngster whispered in the mouth: "Is this man trapped at the bottom of the well, is it surrounded by the beasts, can't escape?"

Then, he came to the side of the corpse, first silently for a moment, and then began to search for the corpse.

There were no accidents, and the corpses were very common. There were no pitfalls.

In the process of searching for corpses, Juvenile Pirates found that this corpse should be a sergeant before his death, and the number of revolutions is not low and his status is noble.

He didn't have any locusts left, but the clothes he was wearing were lined with a piece of sheepskin map.

Juvenile stolen days have nothing to gain, except for this sheepskin map.

In the hollow of the underground, the light is quite dim, and the youngsters only see a blurred line on the map, which is not clear.

He took the map into his arms and carefully searched around, but there was nothing else to discover.

However, the youngsters are already very satisfied.

Because it has the most precious water source in the desert.

He was also careful. He first checked the water quality and found that there was no problem. Then he took a cautious drink.

This water comes from the depths of the underground. It seems that the corpse had spent a lot of effort before it was discovered.

The youngster sipped a sip of water, and suddenly felt a cold and refreshing refreshment. The **** atmosphere filled in the mouth of the blood that had been used before was also a lot weaker.

The youngster’s thief’s throat rolled a little, and this sip spurred a strong impulse in his heart, and then he leaned down directly and buried his face in the dark spring.

Hey, he drank a few big mouths, and he just raised his head and the water splashed.

Sitting on the ground, the youngsters did not speak, the hands held on the ground, and looked up and closed. After a long while, the long sigh of satisfaction.

After a break, he reached out and wiped the water stains on his face, stood up and returned to the bottom of the dry well.

The boy’s thief had a nap, and the bottom of the dry well was much colder than the underground cavity.

However, there are reasons why teenagers must come here.

He looked up at the wellhead, although he covered several layers of animal skin, but the night wind was very large, actually had blown the big animal skin, revealing a huge hole.

From the hole, the youngsters saw the dark night, the stars hanging from the sky.

He sighed and took some hides from his body, as well as felled wood, and soon set up a prototype of a bonfire. Later, he drilled the wood to get the fire, and after a hard work of tea, he successfully ignited the bonfire.

The fire smoke is not big, drifting along the wellhead, the warmth brought by the fire hits, gradually expelling the cold of the youngsters.

Juvenile thieves first baked a few pieces of meat, and after swallowing, swallowed.

Eat a cooked food, feeling full, so that he can not help but sleepy.

However, the youngsters were tempted to endure hardships, and they had a faint fire, and they took the map of the sheepskin that had just arrived in their hands.

"The history of this sheepskin map seems to have been around for a long time."

“Hey? Is it the place that it focuses on, isn’t it a small oasis for my ethnic group to survive?”

The youngster was taken aback.

On this sheepskin map, the small oasis is marked with a few lines of text in the west.

The text is quite small. It seems that because of the age of too long, most of them are already ambiguous, leaving only the first few words, intermittent and clearest.

Juvenile thieves screamed and confessed, and read the sounds with difficulty: "The land of burial...not known...curse..."

"Weird!" After a long time, he didn't have any more clues, and his brows couldn't help but tighten.

"I have been in this world for more than ten years. I have heard stories about the old people in the family. But these are legends. Is there really a fairy in the world?"

"It doesn't seem impossible. If you look at the teacher, you know that the world is amazing enough and anything can exist."

"The land of burial... Can you say that the home of my life still buried a fairy?"

"But why are there curses? What are you saying?"

"There is also a map of this sheepskin. It is also very weird. In this world, there are channel locusts that can record maps and store messages. The corpse should be a powerful sergeant when he was alive. Why did he not use locusts to record this map? Use this sheepskin map?"

"This sheepskin map was sewed into the lining of the clothes. If the clothes are not ruined, I will not easily find them."

“It’s so important to collect it. This sheepskin map should be very important. But it’s too unsafe to do so, it’s better to keep the map safe in a channel locust.”

The youngster whispered in the mouth of the sky, and the eyes were constantly flashing with thoughts.

Fang Yuan has always been on the sidelines, and the doubts of the youngsters have long been thought of by him. These are all doubts, especially the existence of the sheepskin map.

"I don't care about this for the time being. This sheepskin map also indicates the position of this dry well. I can follow the instructions on this map and I will be able to return to the tribe."

Although Juvenile Pirates has no sense of belonging to this tribe, he also understands that it is completely impossible to live alone in this desert.

Not to mention the crisis in the desert, no one knows when the threat of life and death will suddenly come. When it comes to food, the food in the hands of youngsters is limited.

This small oasis is too weak.

The eyelids are as heavy as the mountains, and the vision of the youngsters is quickly blurred, and soon falls into a deep sleep.

He is really tired, not only physically exhausted, but also ups and downs in the heart.

When he slept, Fang Yuan’s vision was dark.

In this darkness, Fang Yuan felt that the power of the dreams had been lifted several times, and his soul began to melt again.

Fortunately, Fangyuan has had a previous experience, and now silently endures, patiently waiting for the disappearance of darkness.

The time of dreams is not easy to estimate. After the darkness disappears, the soul of Fangyuan is cut in half!

The vision was clear again, and Fang Yuan was surprised to find that the youngster was **** by the five flowers and fell to the bottom of the dry well.

In front of him, he stood a gloomy old man.

The old sergeant was wrinkled, his hair was white, and his age was already very large. At this moment, his skinny hands were holding the eccentric sheepskin map.

He continually stroked the map of the sheepskin with his hands, and his eyes filled with complex emotions such as fanaticism, affection, greed.

This kind of look makes the youngster scalp numb and feels that he has encountered abnormalities.

"Who are you? Why are you kidding me?" asked the boy.

He felt very wronged, and when he woke up, he was **** and became a prisoner.

"You should be glad, my Satay did not kill you, you still have a life at ~www.readwn.com~ The old man spoke, the voice is quite hoarse.

He carefully took the sheepskin map into his arms and looked at the youngsters: "Boy, are you a tribal person?"

Juvenile thieves did not say anything.

Because he understood the truth in an instant, the old master must know the value and secret of this sheepskin map. The reason why he did not kill himself, but tied himself up, should be to use himself.

The old man of the sergeant saw that the youngster had no response, and suddenly his face sank again. He fluttered a few steps forward, as if he were ghostly, standing in front of the youngsters.

"Kid, don't think that you don't talk, I don't know what is going on in your stomach. Hey, you probably didn't hear the name of my satay, now let you **** taste a little."

The old man of the sorcerer smiled sullenly, suddenly raised his toes and kicked.

In the middle of the toes, the youngsters stole the heart of the sky. For a moment, the intense pain almost made him go back directly.

Juvenile thieves seemed to be kicked off like a sack, and immediately hit the well wall, plopping and falling to the ground.

But the suffering has only just begun, and the youngsters began to scream.

Because this foot of the old man is not simple, the youngsters feel that the whole body is sour and numb, at the same time, the muscle internal organs seem to suffer thousands of ice needles, constantly stinging.

The severe pain makes the teenager steal the sky quite unbearable. Soon it was painful to exchange tears, and the body curled up like a lobster.

"Kid, know that I am amazing." The old man smiled gloomyly.

His heart is happy.

The horror of the youngsters, let him listen, there is a wonderful sense of satisfaction.

Ps: There is a second at ten. (To be continued.)