"Oh, damn it, Buche, can you do something lighter?" Zhao Mai was awakened by the licking of the food reserved tongue. He was having a wet dream at that time. The corpses fell all over the floor, but there was not much bloody smell. It seemed that the sand and mountains here were constantly absorbing something from the corpses. This was good, and they would not attract other monsters for the time being. Their condition could no longer bear another attack.

In addition to Zhao Mai and Butcher, two others lived tenaciously. One was a half-length man who was still in a coma, lying straight beside Zhao Mai, and he could wake up at any time. The other was the leader of the sand thief, "Grandpa".

"What should I do now?" Butcher frowned, and it seemed that his mind was still not very clear. This is the case with the psychic power, like a maggot in the bones, and he would never give up until he achieved his goal. Many times, the psychic power would use the power of the "host" to complete the work, so once he was caught, it would be difficult to remove it by himself.

"Bucher, please collect the supplies on them and see what can be used." Zhao Mai roughly saw the difficulties of his friend. Although he could not determine which spell was caused by it, it did not affect his decision. Just after Butcher turned around and left a few steps, Zhao Mai inserted the dagger into the eye socket of the half-limb, and penetrated his mind.

This is much simpler and much more secure than finding the heart in the gaps in the ribs.

If the service objectives of the psychic power are gone, time will help Butcher slowly get rid of his spells.

"Ha, it seems that I am dead too." The grandfather smiled bitterly, looked down at the wound on his chest and abdomen. The blood flowing out now has become very sticky, and the color has become like ink, like the color of a crow's feather and the color of a messenger of death.

Zhao Mai looked at him and first raised his hand to cast healing spells for himself and the reserved grain to relieve his spirit. The magic light on his hands and the wounds recovered quickly made the "Grandpa" very moved. Just as a long-dry traveler saw the clear stream, her eyes were full of desire.

Zhao Mai held the giant toothed beast in his arms and sat in front of him. "Do you want to survive?"

"Of course!" The thief leader tried hard to straighten his body and struggled to suppress his heavy breathing. "Who doesn't want to live?"

"Even if this is a sad, hopeless and cruel world, do you want to continue living?" Zhao Mai tilted his head and looked at his wound, pretending to understand, "Okay, but now there is no difference between treatment and treatment in a while, and I can't guarantee that you can cure you. Moreover, the biggest problem is that I feel uncomfortable every time I use spells, so you need to give me a reason to cure you."

"If you want to go to Tyr City, I can take you there. I can tell you wherever there is water source and wherever there is a safe hotel." Grandpa said quickly.

"We two can walk out of the endless sea of ​​sand or continue walking, and the same is true without you. So..." Zhao Mai's eyes were calm and unmoved at all. He said in a stubborn voice like a stubborn stone: "What else?"

"I... I still have money, steel coins, and found from the desert ruins. It is quite valuable. More than two hundred coins are given to you! You can immediately become a Monopoly, a slave owner, or an official of Tyr City, a Templar! I also know the high-level Templar in Tyr City. He is my son and nephew. I can introduce you to it and save you a lot of trouble!"

If there is a cold hell in this world, then Zhao Mai's voice is like this: "Is there any?"

"I..." Grandpa roared from his throat, like an angry mastiff. His eyes were red, angry, unwilling to accept and humiliate, accompanied by a stream of black blood that surged out of his stomach.

"I know you have some doubts about me, which is common in the desert. I have a map that can help find the road. Do you think I will always carry a map for deceiving people?"

"What you said makes sense. No one will do that unless you have a plan." Zhao Mai stood up, and the magic light shone brightly on his left hand. Walking to the side of "Grandpa", Zhao Mai put his hand on his shoulder. "Why did you deliberately put the mantis man to attack me?"

"Ah, because..." As soon as the Sha Thief said a few words, he felt his eyes suddenly lit up, and then a coldness in his chest. Zhao Mai covered his eyes with the palm of his hand that performed the light technique, and then stabbed the giant-toothed beast's gun blade into his heart.

"Although I think your approach is right, keeping him is always a disaster, but you are still so young, so let me do something like killing."

Zhao Mai pulled out the gun blade and looked at Butcher unexpectedly: "Do you think I'm not good at doing this?"

"Right" and "good" are often not the same thing, and Zhao Mai can hear the difference between the two.

"Because you are still young, I see that you always travel alone, and there are not many bonds besides a dog. At this time, you can easily lose yourself and fall into the joy of killing. I have seen many young guys, most of whom are younger than you. Many of them end up becoming guys who only know how to kill and grass."

"Oh, I won't be like that. In fact, in a distant place, I have a home. If it weren't for the guy who hit us with a plane, I might be playing with my parents, younger brothers and sisters now." Zhao Mai wiped the gun blade and said to Butcher: "I always remind myself to be kind to others, but there are always people who bully me. For such people, I can only force myself to resist. I can't feel the joy of killing. I am just afraid that if I don't do it, I will not have the chance to go back."

"It's good to have a home, and then there's a home." Butcher said: "But, if you encounter murder, please leave it to me more. I'm already standing in the mud of blood, so I don't have to clean myself."

"I think you've left the mud, really." Zhao Mai began to check the spoils.

Butcher took everyone's pockets and put them together. "Hey, Mike, I found two books on the Halfling, he's still a mage!"

"Let me take a look." Zhao Mai took the books, one of which was a diary, and it also used as an account book, which was not helpful to them for the time being. The other one was very interesting, and it was actually a guide to the cultivation of spiritual supernatural powers.

"Can you understand?" Butcher had just read through it himself. The words on it looked like a heavenly book to him. There were too many secrets hidden in his companions. He gradually confirmed that he had been on a space trip, and this place would definitely not be Graleone.

"Yes, I can understand. This is the manual of the supernatural powers, the tricks of the halfling." Zhao Mai put down the book and decided to confess everything to Butcher. "I am a space traveler. Whether this planet Atas or your hometown of Graleon, it is not my hometown. I am not strong myself. All space travel depends on the deformed car. So, if you want to go back, you still have to find a way to dig out the car."

"Go back, what are you kidding?" Butcher suddenly laughed: "I had to hide in the north because of my infamy, and then hide in the valley because of Kelmanga. I am finally free now. This is a new world, right? Atas, Atas, what a good name!"

"What happened to Kelmanga?" Zhao Mai asked curiously.

"I may tell you one day when I feel better." Butcher slapped the dust off his hand, picked up a piece of rag and wiped his sword. "Don't worry, I will help you dig out your car, and I will help you wherever you want to go. But there is a condition for exchange, you have to teach me the local language and the ability of halflings."

"Are you talking about the supernatural powers?" Zhao Mai looked at the book in his hand and scratched his head: "First of all, I'm not sure if I can fully understand, nor do I know if a foreigner like you and me can learn local supernatural powers. But I can at least translate it completely to you, and it's no problem to teach you the local language."

"Then let's say that." Butcher took the sword back to the scabbard and pointed to the corpse on the ground: "Come on, I'll teach you how to remove things from the corpse. Our clothes, shoes and all our outfits must be the same as those of the locals."

"I think so too." Zhao Mai nodded: "We are going to Tyr City, which is also one of the largest cities here. It is very important to follow the local customs. Now, I will gradually teach you the local language and start with simple words."
Chapter completed!