One person, three hands.
The firelight was very clear. Shen Yan couldn't close his mouth for a moment when he looked at Zhao Kuo's third hand holding a dagger.
This is a world that cannot be explained by common sense. Shen Yan feels a little bitter in his heart. What kind of strange place has he come to?
On the other hand, others seemed very excited.
With one more ability, they, the mercenaries, have an extra layer of self-protection power.
Zhao Kuo pinched the pendant hanging around his neck and looked at Shen Yan with some doubts. He saw that Shen Yan's expression was more surprised than them.
I couldn't help but shook my head, I must have thought too much.
Zhao Kuo looked at the sky and said, "Everyone, take the time to rest. We have to go on the road tomorrow morning."
Cover the fire with sand.
The mercenary team had a total of two dilapidated trucks, which were very dilapidated, worse than the cars waiting to be destroyed in the abandoned yards that Shen Yan had seen.
Zhao Kuo glanced at Shen Yan, who was still sitting there in trance, and said, "Get in the car."
Only then did Shen Yan come to his senses and quickly walked towards the truck.
The inside of the truck was very messy. In addition to the supplies, there was also a folding bed and several antiques carefully packed in boxes, which were what Zhao Kuo and the others called sacred objects.
These are Zhao Kuo's treasures. Some were dug out from the ruins, some were purchased from others, and some were snatched.
Shen Yan took a closer look and his expression became subtle. They were all handicrafts. He thought he had met some private collector.
The mercenary leader Zhao Kuo couldn't put it down and wiped his "treasures" one by one. This was a symbol of wealth. He spent a lot of energy to collect them. He was particularly serious and careful, and even had a sense of sacredness.
Shen Yan: "..."
I have never seen a person who likes a bunch of handicrafts so much that he can’t put them down.
Shen Yan didn't say anything. After all, he was in an environment he was unfamiliar with. Maybe the five-yuan handicrafts on the street were worth a lot?
Shen Yan observed that the materials pulled in the truck were cloth.
In the vast desert, going through all kinds of hardships, just to pull two carts of cloth back?
What does this mean? It shows that materials like cloth...are very scarce, which is why people would travel across the desert at all costs to obtain such materials.
In ancient times, there was a similar situation. The Silk Road, it was precisely because of the expensiveness and rarity of silk that such an amazing trade route could be developed.
In addition, during the bonfire just now, Shen Yan saw that these people were eating a kind of wheat cake. It seemed that in order to preserve it for a long time, it was baked dry and hard, and it had to be hit hard to break it.
These mercenaries ate with gusto and with great care, but Shen Yan found it hard to swallow.
From what he observed, the mercenary team was very lacking in supplies.
Therefore, it is quite understandable that Shen Yan has not received any food or water until now.
Zhao Kuo was wiping the "holy artifacts" he had collected, and then he remembered that he seemed to have an extra young manservant who was responsible for doing miscellaneous tasks, delivering messages, and keeping the bed warm. Well, the other party hadn't agreed yet.
The mercenary team was poor in supplies, and no one would kindly pick up a stranger. They had seen too many homeless people, beggars, and people who were about to starve to death. The only thing they could do was to remain indifferent.
If you are not cruel enough, you cannot survive in this world.
Since it was picked up, it must be useful.
Zhao Kuo thought for a while and asked, "Want food and water?"
Shen Yan was about to say thank you when he saw Zhao Kuo spreading his legs towards him.
The alarm bell above Shen Yan's head rang immediately.
Actually... he wasn't that hungry, just a little thirsty.
It's definitely not possible to be a male servant as a condition, although in Zhao Kuo's view, this is a very normal thing?
Shen Yan murmured in his heart, it seemed that it was not that easy to get food and water.
Zhao Kuo's lips curved into a mocking smile. This man was quite stubborn even when he was about to die. If he hadn't been in need of a young manservant, he was sure that no mercenary team passing by would have been able to save him from falling into the pit. Shenyan.
How long can an ordinary person persist in the face of hunger and death? Many things cannot stand the challenge.
Zhao Kuo lay on the folding bed minding his own business, admiring his "sacred artifacts."
Shen Yan also found a corner and leaned there.
Unknown, confused, too much confusion.
For now, there is no water or food, but this corner of the truck is relatively safe.
Shen Yan looked through the car window and looked at the world outside with some confusion. It must have been late at night outside. Except for the moonlight, it was dead silent, as if he was in a desert with no signs of life.
Just thinking about it, Shen Yan was suddenly startled because strange flowers suddenly grew around the truck.
It moved very quickly, emerged from the sand, and then bloomed. From the middle of the blooming flower, a two-meter-long black line stretched out.
Like iron worms? There were a surprising amount of them, and they were dripping with slime.
The head of the wireworm was like a sucker, attached directly to the truck.
The whole truck was being pulled and shaking regularly.
Shen Yan was shocked, what the hell is this?
He immediately looked at Zhao Kuo, but Zhao Kuo didn't even raise his head and was still playing with the handicrafts.
Shen Yan opened his mouth, but no sound came out.
With such a loud noise, it is impossible for a mercenary like Zhao Kuo to be alert to danger and not notice it. Since he appeared indifferent, it can only mean that it is nothing to worry about.
Shen Yan also calmed down.
He was able to survive after falling from a height of thousands of miles, which was equivalent to a second life, and he had earned it.
Death is not even that scary anymore, and as a leader in archaeology, he has an almost obsessive desire to explore some unknown phenomena.
So after being flustered at the beginning, Shen Yan looked out the window with interest, using his eyes to understand this unknown world.
I don’t know when a group of fireflies appeared outside. The fireflies in the desert were somewhat gorgeous. They were like flying bullets with flames, making a constant sound of breaking through the air. Some even hit the truck and made a " There was a loud bang, and then it took off again in a daze.
The desert night seemed more lively than imagined.
In fact, these are nothing.
In the abandoned desert, a mountain-like mushroom is walking.
It's not right to call it a mushroom. It only has a huge mushroom head, and there are countless tentacles under the umbrella-shaped head.
Cthulhu Behemoth?
If Shen Yan can still understand the mutated wireworms and fireflies, what is this huge Cthulhu beast?
Shen Yan finally couldn't hold it back and asked Zhao Kuo, who was still indifferent to everything happening outside, "What is this?"
Zhao Kuo glanced out the car window and looked at Shen Yan with some confusion: "You are wandering in this area and you don't even recognize the demigod Victor?"
"It was born hundreds of years ago and is the offspring of gods and humans."
"Its mother was an ordinary woman who became pregnant out of wedlock. She was regarded as a monster and was driven out of the place where she lived."
"A wandering woman took her in and took good care of her after she gave birth to the demigod Victor. Because Victor was raised by a human mother, he was both divine and human at the same time. As long as he didn't provoke it , it will not actively attack humans.”
Shen Yan: "..."
Descendants of gods and humans, demigods?
Instead, Shen Yan was filled with more doubts.
This is a fairy tale, but the demigod Victor outside the window is still walking among the ruins, which seems so real.
The night was very deep and Shen Yan couldn't sleep.
After a while, he stood up and reached out to a box in the car. The box contained half a broken jade, one of Zhao Kuo's sacred objects.
While Shen Yan stretched out his hand, Zhao Kuo's eyelids narrowed imperceptibly on the folding bed.
Shen Yan just held the box in his arms, then continued to lean in the corner and tried to sleep, and made no other moves.
Among Zhao Kuo's several handicrafts, only the most inconspicuous one is an antique, a jade from the Southern Song Dynasty.
Only by touching familiar things can Shen Yan's heart settle down. It's like going to an absolutely unfamiliar place and seeing the only thing he knows and is familiar with. That kind of indescribable peace of mind is something that others can't understand.
I don't know how long it took, but maybe it was because of the mental relaxation that Shen Yan fell into a drowsy sleep.
Shen Yan fell into a dream and had a strange dream about this half piece of jade.
In the seventh year of Xuanhe's reign, the Jin army invaded the south on a large scale and attacked the Song Dynasty. There was a man named Liu Xi from the market, with a long meaning. He was not more than 20 years old. He was good at archery when he was young. He could draw a bow weighing 100 kilograms and shoot a six-stone crossbow.
When the Jin army invaded, he resolutely surrendered to the army with his bow to protect his family and country.
Before leaving, his mother wore a piece of jade for him with tears in her eyes.
Since ancient times, men have had great ambitions, but those who can achieve success can only have so many ambitions.
Liu Xi is just one of those many living beings, standing on the city wall and fighting to the death.
Finally exhausted, he fell from the city wall and turned into a skeleton, buried forever in the soil together with the broken jade.
No one should remember that in this long history, there was an archer named Liu Xi who died on the city wall in order to protect his family and country. This is the story of Liu Xi and this piece of jade.
After Liu Xi's death, his dreams were carried by this half piece of jade throughout his life, and their dreams grew up in the abyss of dreams.
Shen Yan was familiar with the battle between Song and Jin, but he had never seen the life of an ordinary soldier among all living beings so clearly as in this dream.
In the dream, Shen Yan couldn't help but look at the withered bones buried in the soil at the foot of the city wall: "The unknown hero, the archer Liu Xi Liu Chang Yi?"
Dreams are usually just a blurry picture, and it is really strange to dream that you are talking in your dream.
What is surprising is that the withered bones that had been sleeping for who knows how many years suddenly opened their eyes as if hearing Shen Yan's voice, lifted up the soil, climbed up, and looked towards the unknown land.
Shen Yan was dreaming, so naturally he wouldn't wake up.
On the other hand, Zhao Kuo, who was next to him, opened his eyes and looked at Shen Yan in confusion.
In the carriage with only a little light, Shen Yan's shadow spread like water waves.
Zhao Kuo looked at Shen Yan's shadow and then at the box in Shen Yan's arms: "Transmit the sound into Mengyuan?"
The little valet stayed up in the middle of the night, performing some kind of ritual.
Zhao Kuo just looked at the sleeping Shen Yan, and something seemed to be beating in his eyes.
The Linyuan ritual requires wearing a sacred instrument for several years or decades before it can be initiated.
But if he remembered correctly, this was the first time Shen Yan came into contact with his sacred weapon.
