Baomu's eyebrows twitched.
The idea was still a bit too barbaric for him.
"The last level may not be a competition between players, but a confrontation between ordinary players and catfish players." Xiaolan said calmly.
"But we don't know who are catfish, and most people don't even know that catfish exist, so..."
Baomu stared at Xiaolan's gloomy eyes and paused.
That's right, in this case, the rules of the game in the last level are...
"Besides yourself, everyone is your enemy."
Although the game space of this level is large, the resources are limited. If players do not know the rules of the game, they will inevitably embark on the path of eradicating other players. At that time, ordinary players who do not know the rules will face extreme internal friction, and Real catfish players will have an easier time winning.
What a brilliant move.
"But I don't think catfish players are really invincible," Baomu pointed to the dead catfish body lying on the ground, "Look, does the death of this fish mean the death of Kong Di? That at least means that catfish Players, like us, are dominated by the game space of this level."
In a short period of time, Baomu had already realized it.
Xiaolan nodded, "Ah, Brother Baomu has really grown up..."
Baomu blushed, but couldn't help it, lowered his head and smiled.
As soon as he lowered his head, he noticed something was wrong.
"Eh?"
Xiaolan also discovered it.
The three catfish that had just been swimming in the shallows were now lying on the dry beach, facing the sun's rays, their gills opening and closing needlessly. It didn't take long for the shadows to cover the eyes of the three fishes.
"Why did they come up here?" Baomu couldn't bear to throw them back into the water.
Xiaolan stood up and glanced at the small depression left by the three fish on the beach, and then looked at the lake in the distance.
"It's not that the fish are running up," Xiaolan said in shock, "it's that the water surface is falling, Brother Baomu, look!"
The two focused their gazes on the edge of the lake.
The lake is still receding visibly, leaving behind a wet, exposed beach with a few stranded small fish here and there.
The water is getting shallower.
The lake is disappearing.
The two walked towards the center of the lake along the newly emerged beach. The inside of the lake was getting deeper and deeper, but the water in the lake seemed to be disappearing faster and faster. It was as if a water pump had been turned on somewhere to pump out all the water. Just walked away.
Gradually, the deepest part of the lake was revealed.
The two were silent, dumbfounded as the last lake water dried up before their eyes.
At the bottom of the lake, there are several unique aquatic plants and several other catfish.
Xiaolan and Baomu walked into the bottom of the lake coincidentally and checked whether there were any writing on the remaining catfish.
A gorgeous sunset slowly appeared on the horizon, and dusk fell.
Xiaolan put down a dead fish, blinked her eyes, and realized that from some unknown time, there was some wind and sand all around.
Baomu was still concentrating on watching the fish. Xiaolan stood up and stretched his muscles, but was suddenly stunned.
"Brother Baomu!"
Baomu was startled by Xiaolan's sudden call and stood up quickly, almost slipping.
"What's wrong, little..."
He was also stunned.
The woods surrounding the lake, those dense and tall palm trees, were all gone.
The wind and sand blew across the endless desert, blowing the scattered yellow sand towards them.
"Where's the tree?!" Baomu's voice broke instantly.
What about the bunch of trees that were planted here before we came down? !
Xiaolan took a big breath and tried to calm down, "Brother Baomu, I...I have a bad feeling."
"Me too." Baomu looked at Xiaolan steadily.
The two looked at each other for a few seconds.
Suddenly, like two hungry wolves, they jumped towards the beach at the same time.
Baomu moved his long legs and rolled back to the shore in a few clicks. He hurriedly wrapped the tablecloth containing the food and picked up the child of light who was roaring restlessly.
Xiaolan raised her right leg high and was about to step up the small slope in front of her.
Suddenly, something grabbed her left foot hard.
"Hurry up, Xiaolan! Something is coming..."
Xiaolan kicked hard a few times, but the thing under her feet did not fall off, but she grabbed it harder.
Xiaolan picked up the soil on the shore with her hands and turned to look.
What he is holding on to is not something.
But sand.
Quicksand, to be exact.
The entire bottom of the lake turned into a huge quicksand pit.
Xiaolan's left leg was stuck inside.
"Brother Baomu!"
Seeing that Xiaolan was still not coming, Baomu knew something must be wrong and ran back quickly.
"Xiaolan, what's wrong with you?" Baomu grabbed Xiaolan's outstretched hand.
"I'm stuck in quicksand," Xiaolan said calmly, "It doesn't matter. I should be able to come out when I relax and take off my shoes. Take your time..."
"You can't take your time, Xiaolan!" Baomu turned his head and glanced anxiously, "Behind... there seems to be a storm approaching from behind..."
"Storm?" Xiaolan screamed, using the strength to take off her left shoe.
"Yes... it's like a tsunami... the tsunami formed by the yellow sand is heading here..."
"What?!"
When Xiao Lan heard the word tsunami, his head went numb. After taking off his shoes, the friction under his feet was much less. Under Bao Mu's drag, Xiao Lan stepped onto the shore in one step.
The overwhelming yellow sand was sweeping in from the direction they came from.
The yellow sand covered the sky and the earth. Xiaolan and Baomu faced the yellow sand in the sky and suddenly felt their insignificance.
That yellow sand can easily take away a person, or even a group of people. For it, life is almost the same as the gravels that make it up.
"run!"
Xiaolan and Baomu ran desperately into the depths of the desert.
Not far away, you can still see several forested desert oases. Those oases did not dry up and disappear like the one they escaped from.
Since it is a tree, it can block some wind and sand anyway...
The two of them ran to the nearest oasis in unison.
The yellow sand rises and flies, and in the eye-catching yellow sand, the oasis stands peacefully like a gem emitting holy light.
The yellow sand under their feet became softer and softer, and the two of them felt more tired.
This short distance actually gives people the feeling of running to no end.
The sandstorm was less than a hundred meters away from him.
Xiaolan saw that Baomu had run among the trees in the oasis. He threw the Son of Light on the ground, turned around and ran back.
Baomu grabbed Xiaolan's hand hard.
Xiaolan felt that her strength seemed to have recovered a little.
The last few meters were not that long.
"Xiaolan... hurry up... we..."
Baomu shouted something, but Xiaolan couldn't hear it clearly.
The Son of Light stood under the tree and howled desperately.
Under the night, the little guy's illusory armor has appeared.
The howl suddenly became clear.
Finally, when the yellow sand was about to swallow them up, Xiaolan and Baomu jumped into the woods.
Looking back, the sandstorm has disappeared.
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