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Deep in the harsh desert, four figures of different heights loomed in the wind and dust. Like four mysterious ghosts in a sandstorm.
"This is indeed the right direction."
A strong gust of wind and sand blew, and Carlos narrowed his eyes and lowered the brim of his cloak slightly.
What he held in his hand was a metal object similar to a pocket watch, with a small red pointer on it pointed in one of the directions.
"Are you sure it's correct? It's best to confirm again, otherwise everyone will run away in vain again."
Across Seattle, I reluctantly issued a question that looked like a very prodigal dog's declaration in the eyes of others.
This matter starts from yesterday morning. After finishing the "morning exercise", it was already three o'clock in the morning, and Sister Sharna and I were covered in sweat. Naturally, he took another cold shower, and then swaggered towards the Mages Guild while Carlos and Seattlek rolled their eyes.
Saving the description of the process from the hotel to the guild, I want to give a brief explanation here, or it can be a confession. Although I have never doubted my seventh sense as a man, there is no doubt about it. I am originally good for nothing. It's all thanks to it that the otaku has been able to reach this point in the cruel dark world without any danger.
Those who say that I will live safer without the seventh sense and that most of the source of their tragic aura can be attributed to the seventh sense. They're all just jealous of my talent. Ahem.
Of course, I cannot deny that it is precisely because my seventh sense is so powerful. As the saying goes, the more terrifying the power you get, the greater the price you have to pay. Because it is powerful, it consumes a lot of energy, just like the four protrusions. Like Man, no battle lasts longer than half an hour. The gem on his chest would flash, reminding him to shoot the monster quickly, otherwise his life would be in danger.
The same goes for my seventh sense. I spend most of the day resting and replenishing my energy, so there is nothing I can do about being misunderstood by others as a wanderlust.
That morning, though, I felt like my life was going to take a major turn, because Taba had created a magic compass, literally for my seventh sense, and yes, only I could use it. The greatest artifact that assists the seventh sense.
So, deservedly so, I took the magic compass in the shape of a pocket watch from Taba and carried it in my arms.
"It'll be okay." Seattle's worried voice came from behind.
"Even Junior Brother Wu, as long as there is a compass, there will be no problem. As long as he is not blind, he can understand it, probably
Carlos's affirmative reply made it easy for people to hear the wavering in his heart.
Walking in front less than three meters apart. These two guys had no intention of communicating in whispers, so naturally I heard them clearly.
Hum, facts speak louder than words, just wait and see, soon, I will be humiliated by being called a road idiot. You will be cleansed by this great journey. When the time comes, I will stand at the top of the Maze Killer and be looked up to by thousands of people, even after tens of thousands of years. For hundreds of thousands of years, the name of the strongest Maze Killer in history will be passed down.
So, holding the magic compass, the four of us quickly arrived at the Lost City and disappeared deep into the vast desert.
Walking at the front with high spirits, looking at the magic compass in his hand from time to time, and then taking decisive steps along the way. Because of my calmness and decisiveness. He finally gained the trust of the other three people and took a firm first step to wash away the shame of Lu Chi.
As a result, we set off at noon and drove all afternoon. It was getting dark and the weather was getting worse. The oncoming storm already brought with it a chill that could penetrate the bone marrow, so the four of them decided to rest where they were for the night and set off again the next day.
"Junior Brother Wu, how much distance is left?"
While making a deep pit that could provide shelter from the wind and cold in the freezing desert night, Seattlek asked casually.
Among the four, I am the only one who has been to that place, so naturally this question can only be asked to me.
"Well, there are about four or five days left."
I answered him with twinkling eyes. It was impossible to say that I was blown there by a tornado. I didn’t know how far it was. But the time was roughly right, and the error should not exceed one day.
As long as you go in the right direction.
"Why do I feel like today's journey is not a straight line?"
Carlos seemed to have discovered something keenly. There was a hint of doubt in his calm and deep eyes.
If you follow the direction of the magic compass. Logically speaking, it should be a straight line, but "
"Idiot, is it possible that if there is a mountain in front of you, you just climb over it and step into it even though you know there is danger ahead? It would be better to go around it. So of course it cannot be a straight line. The road is dead but the person is alive. ." It was a rare opportunity to preach to Carlos, and I said it in a high-pitched and passionate manner, with foaming at the mouth.
"Indeed, I am too rigid."
Carlos inherited the fine tradition of knights. He has a rigorous personality and is not shy about admitting his mistakes. This is what makes him more adorable.
"But having said that, Junior Brother Wu seems to be very adapted to the desert environment." After a short while, he had already figured out the habits here. Can I predict the danger of Han Lian Chuan?
Seattle once looked over with admiration.
Are you just thinking of this now? Sure enough, the heads of the barbarians are all made of muscles. I didn’t think about it. We didn’t encounter any trouble at all during the entire afternoon. I should have thought that this was due to me as a tour guide, you idiot.
I raised my chin proudly, took in all the admiring looks from Seattle, and then slowly spoke.
"That's natural. This is my seventh sense. My seventh sense, can it be wrong?"
For a moment, as if the time around them was forcibly suspended, the movements of the other three people suddenly froze in mid-air because of my words, motionless. Even breathing stopped.
"I always feel an indescribable uneasiness echoing in my heart."
After the movie macro, Carlos rubbed his chest. He said in a muffled voice, thinking desperately in his mind. Where exactly did something go wrong that made me feel so uneasy?
"Do you feel this way too? I feel the same way. I always feel something bad, but I can't put it in words."
Seattlek frowned, looking worried.
Sharna's movements followed a pause, her sea-blue eyes closed gently, the corners of her mouth slightly curved in a clear arc, then she turned around and jumped into the dug pit. The disappearing figure left behind a sentence that left others puzzled. if.
"Brother, I will settle the matter with you alone when I get back today.
"I", did I do something wrong?
After my ears received the message my sister left in the air, I immediately frowned bitterly.
However, Seatik and Carlos on the side seemed to be suddenly awakened by these puzzling words. A thing called aura flashed in their minds, but this aura was not very beautiful to them. That’s it.
"Junior Brother Wu, I want to ask you something. Please answer honestly.
The two people moved forward step by step, their figures bathed in the chilly blood-red moonlight, and two shadows in the shape of horned demons stretched out on the smooth sand and enveloped me.
Of course there is no problem with "being", my style is the same as yours, hardcore! I never bother to lie, so feel free to ask. "
Forced by the momentum of the two people, I took a step back slightly, braced myself and answered, making up my mind. If it's a problem that's not good for you, you'll have to get over it even if you die.
"That's the best, so now let me ask you. Did you follow the direction guided by the magic compass on today's journey?"
"ha?!!"
Carlos:
Seattle Gram:
Three people:
"Huh?! What do you mean? Can you tell us without hesitation, Wu! Master! Brother!" Carlos, who was usually calm and calm, could not help but tremble slightly in his voice. His teeth kept grinding when he said this, and it sounded like It looks like it was squeezed out from between the teeth, which is really scary.
"Ha, isn't this obvious?"
Gently raising the short hair on my forehead, I looked at these two people with proud eyes.
"Of course you can't just follow the instructions of the magic compass. People's seventh sense is the most reliable. Whether it's exploring the path or avoiding dangerous places, speaking of it, my seventh sense today is in the so-called "have" state. It felt so good, and I didn’t feel tired all day long.
With a snap, Seattlek roughly snatched the magic compass from my hand and compared it with Carlos's head.
"Didn't I tell you just now? Things are dead and people are alive. In the final analysis, magic alchemy items are just auxiliary tools. If you rely too much on these things and ignore your own abilities, then Sooner or later, humans will become slaves to magic, do you understand?"
Facing Carlos and Seattle, whose expressions were getting worse and worse, I continued to talk and expressed my advanced knowledge from another world with developed Internet.
"Today's journey deviated a full 150 degrees from the direction pointed by the magic compass. It was almost the same as going in the opposite direction."
The way Carlos looked when he said these words, he wanted to bite those white teeth into pieces alive.
Then, the two men raised their heads and looked over with green and ferocious eyes like hungry wolves.
"Hey, hey, what do you want to say? If you have something to say, don't,"
After a brief fight, there was a tall pillar connected with a spear on the top of the highest sand dune nearby. A figure hung on the top. In the biting cold wind of the desert night, the black shadow hanging on it was like a strong wind. The flag in is average. It kept drifting, and there was a faint scream. Until dawn,
I've been sleeping on and off all day, and I don't know why. I'm still very sleepy now, but I'll make up for it. Xiaoqi is very satisfied with today’s monthly ticket results. However, later I saw the list of monthly manuscript fees in the author's backstage. Thank you for your hard work. On the first day of the National Day, I had to calculate the monthly manuscript fees for additional authors, which was a serious blow.
The monthly manuscript fee should be the least that Xiaoqi has received since writing Dark. There is nothing we can do about it. Whoever failed to get perfect attendance last month also wrote the least number of words.
Well, let’s stop being wordy. Let’s comfort myself with the actual results this month. There will be another chapter later. I will continue to ask for monthly votes, recommendations, and subscriptions. How about shortening it to three requests from now on? On the 8th day of the month, the book was written and ridiculed.
