When I came to my senses, it had been a long time since I was about to come back. Why didn't the alarm clock ring? Zhao Mai looked at his phone and laughed silently. It turned out that the phone was still the time on Earth and did not move at all. It seemed that the sand and the heat also affected his brain.

Compared with the earth, time is almost static. Why is this happening? What kind of force creates this difference in time flow rate, and what kind of force keeps the car absolutely stable? How will his lifespan be affected? Is there a world where the flow rate in time flow is reversed? The question in Zhao Mai's mind is like corn in a microwave oven, which blows into popcorn, but his current state is obviously not suitable for thinking.

The sun had kissed the horizon, reluctant to leave, still full of affection. The red sunlight did not weaken at all, carrying anger and still roaring wildly: "Look down! Kneel down! Die!"

Zhao Mai had to lower his head, kneel down to check Butcher's condition, and then glad that everyone had lived a day. He raised his middle finger to the sun, and even if his throat hurts so much, he would curse: "Get out!" Butcher heard this voice, slowly opened his eyes, then pulled the corners of his mouth, and smiled silently.

"Do you still have the strength? Let's eat something." Zhao Mai took out the raw meat, threw it to Butcher one, and then tore another piece for the reserved grain. The puppy had no appetite, but under Zhao Mai's strict eyes, he had to chew it hard.

"How long have I been dizzy?" Butcher looked at the rope on his belt and was still tied firmly.

"I don't know either. As long as you're still alive, these don't matter." Zhao Mai checked the water bag, and only the last half of the three water bags were left. The result was already good. "Drink it, leave the last sip, and then you quickly get back to your strength. We need to find food and water."

"Do you continue to hunt spiders?" Butcher clenched his fist, his strength was much less than usual, and he could barely fight. He knew in his heart that only by fighting hard can he survive and could not tolerate a trace of reservation.

"I don't know what it will attract." Zhao Mai looked around and found that the temperature had begun to drop. If there were creatures, then this time was undoubtedly the time when they were hungry and wanted to eat the most.

Take out a piece of spider meat from the backpack and throw it into the shade of the back. Even if the bait is made, there is no way to dig a trap on the flowing sand, and it will not provide cover for Zhao Mai and others. Therefore, the battle here is only the most direct killing, the simplest test of speed and strength, fighting spirit and skills, and the simple and cruel laws of nature. The two people spread the canvas on the ground and then sat on it to wait. Since most creatures here hide underground, they hope that the canvas can weaken the transmission of breath on their bodies and serve as a cover.

After waiting for a long time, the sound of sand moving came again. Zhao Mai and Butcher licked their lips and clenched the weapon in their hands. After a while, a round beetle emerged from under the sand, about the same size as a miniature car. The hairy six legs were long on their side, the four ends at the back were as wide as paddles, and the pair at the front were spiked feet. A small ball of sharp-angled tentacles kept twisting and vibrating in front of the head, making rustling sounds, and detecting the surrounding situation.

First solve the problem of survival, then consider communicating with local creatures. After all, filling a kettle is much more important than finding a mount. The round shellworm follows the smell of spider meat and drills out of the ground but finds other creatures. So it decides to bite the spider meat, quickly twist its body, and raise its feet with spikes. It makes a buzzing sound, trying to scare the enemy in front of it.

"Fresh meat!" Butcher knew that his physical condition could not be fought for a long battle, so he broke out and jumped high towards the round shell bug. He waved his sword in his hand - all the heavier weapons were still in the trunk of the car - and a heavy blow on the beetle's back. The smooth and hard shell removed most of the force, but there was still a layer of spider-web-like cracks spread out.

The beetle knew that it was not good, so it swallowed the spider's flesh in a few bites and immediately retreated. With a slight shaking of the paddle-shaped foot, it could dig a passage in the sand, and it could return to safe ground in ten seconds. Zhao Mai would never give it these ten seconds, rush forward, knock the round shell bug's front foot, push the giant-toothed beast musket against its mouth, and then pull the trigger.

After a shot, the round-shell worm was still struggling, raising its front paws to die with Zhao Mai. The reserve grain dragged one of its legs hard and threw it to the ground. Butcher slid down from the round-shell worm's back, and the long sword hit the joint of its legs. Zhao Mai took advantage of the round-shell worm's body tilting and pulled the trigger again.

The power of the musket and hit the mouth that lacks protection, the round shell bug fell to the ground and died. Now is not the time to celebrate victory. God knows what such a large corpse would attract. Zhao Mai quickly cast the spell and filled the kettle as fast as possible. Butcher had already had the experience of dismembering the insects and quickly cut off a large piece of bright white fiber meat.

"Hey, this insect has a pocket inside, and the things inside look like honey." Butcher bent down, pulled out a volleyball-sized soft bag from the abdomen of the round shellworm. He leaned into the front of his nose and smelled it, and it really smelled sweet.

"Don't eat it, who knows what it is, maybe it's some kind of poison used to trap other insects." Zhao Mai stuffed the kettle into his backpack and hurriedly stopped Butcher. "Come on, come and drink and wash your face. We must leave here quickly."

"Well, it will become dangerous here soon." Several people distributed the last water squeezed from the insects, and without caring about the large amount of available food left, they hurriedly evacuated from the battlefield. Sure enough, after a while, the corpse of the round shell bug became very lively.

The huge centipede feet are as long as a train carriage. The shiny black feet can easily break the corpse of the round-shelled insect, but this is still not the most powerful. A black and red poisonous lizard shot out venom from its eyes at a distance of more than ten meters and sprayed into the centipede's mouth. After only a moment, the centipede rolled wildly on the sand, rolling into a ball, causing sand and stones to fly around. The poisonous lizard watched quietly, and knew that the centipede was dead.

A scorpion lurked from behind the poisonous lizard, only the long scorpion tail was exposed outside the sand. From a distance, it looked like a moving coconut tree. However, the coconut tree suddenly bent down and poked hard behind the lizard. Regardless of whether there were toxins or not, this was enough to penetrate the lizard's body and make it die.

Slowly climbing out of the dunes, the scorpion was majestic and looked around the killing field. It had a strong carapace, ferocious double clamps, and vicious tail hook. It could attack the enemy from multiple angles on the ground and underground, and it could be called the main battle tank in the desert. The scorpion walked along the way, killing several beetles trying to pick up the bargain, and then gathered all the corpses together and began to enjoy this hodgepodge.

Before it could be full, a new enemy appeared again, and then a new enemy. Once the killing began, it would not stop easily. One wave had not subsided, and another wave came to invade again. The greedy sea of ​​sand kept asking for new tributes, sucking and swallowing the essence and blood of every drop of creature. But no matter how much death was, as long as the sun appeared, and then half the daytime, the sand would bury all these traces. No one knew what had happened here, but knew that in the sea of ​​sand, this place and that place were no different, and were filled with death.

Zhao Mai studied for a long time and confirmed that the sac was filled with edible honey, rich in nutrients and a rare food. After he used the purified food, he gave everyone a handful of it and carefully put away the rest.

God knows how long it will take to go!

But as long as you have a breath, you have to continue walking - as long as you still want to live, this is the only choice.
Chapter completed!