The walls on the ground more than two meters upward were covered with a layer of dry white soil. Under the long table with broken legs, water, grass and sand mixed together to form a small large clod of soil.
A large circle of ants found food from nowhere and crawled around here.
The setting sun outside happened to shine through the incomplete door onto this piece of earth, giving it a golden halo.
The yard is not very big, but the fence is quite high and thick. It may have been uninhabited for a long time, and there are a lot of weeds popping up on the dirt ground.
There are also some vines climbing along the wall and covering the pergola where clothes are hung.
A young man leaned against the wall of the main room and saw such a scene.
He had been awake for some time.
The scene before falling asleep still seemed like a dream that had passed for a long time. He didn't expect that it was all true.
Apparently there were floods everywhere before.
His less plump arms told him that this was all a long time ago.
After so many days, the girl who was to be rescued had forgotten her name, so she must have been cold for a long time.
He didn't have anything to worry about. The key now was how to get down from the nearly two-meter-high platform without any strength left in his body.
He had stopped here for a while, watching the sunset gradually fade, and now, the wind kept pouring in from outside the main room.
He could still feel a little cold, but he clearly had a cold and wasn't sensitive to it all.
He has seen before that if someone goes to bed in the afternoon and wakes up in the evening without a familiar person around him, he will feel as if he has been abandoned by the whole world.
That's how he feels now.
There were only some crickets chirping in the yard, and the lonely environment made him feel particularly uncomfortable. He had to bear it all alone in this strange world.
He felt like he was going to die.
His consciousness became increasingly blurry, and the ant crawled up from his fingertips and along his arm, getting closer and closer to his eyes.
He didn't want to give in like this. If he fell asleep again, he would probably die of hunger in this place.
He moved towards the edge of the hall little by little, although very slowly, when the sun was setting and there was only a little gray light in the yard.
A loud bang sounded near the back wall of the main room, and he felt as if his whole body was about to collapse.
He panted for several times before he felt better. His eyes were slightly open, and his mouth was still open. If he had really breathed in harder, he would probably have blown all the stuff off the ground. The ants suck it into the mouth.
He tremblingly picked up a few grains of rice from the ground and put them in his mouth without caring about anything.
When it touched the dry and cracked corner of his mouth, it hurt so much that he almost burst into tears.
I tried hard to secrete some saliva, but I didn't know if it was there or not. It was much more uncomfortable than before when I swallowed the medicine dryly.
He just endured and swallowed dozens of pills.
If he hadn't encountered several near-death situations before, he might have given up.
Living in this world is too painful, what's the point of it?
He felt extremely itchy all over his body, as if there were many small bugs crawling around on his body.
I wanted to scratch it, but found that I couldn't stop it.
"Asleep again." He smiled bitterly at why he was so tenacious in life and could wake up again.
But at this time, he finally had some strength, and the feeling of hunger and thirst that was almost reaching the extreme made him want to drink and urinate.
He put his hand there and waited, but nothing came out. It was probably that all the previous ones were concentrated and lost.
There are many white clouds floating in the moonlight outside.
The wind was quite strong, the clouds were moving rapidly in the sky, and it was another dark night with beautiful scenery.
The wind outside the house whistled through the weeds in the yard.
This little scorpion crawled in front of him, frightening him so much that he immediately slapped him.
Of course I didn't take the picture, but there was this crisp 'pop' sound on my face.
He almost didn't have the energy to move his hand away.
After a while, my strength obviously regained some strength.
He turned to one side with difficulty and moved his body. As soon as he turned to the side, he couldn't hold on, and with the inertia, his whole face was slapped on the dust.
It made him almost unable to open his eyes.
The strong need for water supported him and he desperately crawled towards the bowl with a broken corner.
The water inside should have been full after heavy rains before, but now there is only half a centimeter of water on the soil at the bottom of the bowl, covered with a layer of dust, and it is extremely dirty.
How could he have any other thoughts at this time? He put his right hand on the edge of the bowl, carefully brought it up and started drinking.
This moment is really more refreshing than anything else. The corners of my mouth are moistened and it feels so comfortable.
But it only lasted a few seconds, and the inside of my mouth was still a bit astringent.
He lay on his back again, breathing heavily and slowly.
'This house is unoccupied. 'The next day it was just dawn, and Shen Jie, who woke up again, had already determined this direction.
He was a little lucky that no one was there, otherwise he would not have died of hunger or thirst, but would have been harmed to death.
At least now his life is in his own hands.
He knew that he had survived, but his internal energy was exhausted. When he had no mana, Xiaobi ignored him.
The world was unfair to him. He didn't know how many times he encountered desperate situations along the way.
Fortunately, Dantian is not dead.
He felt that there was still a little bit of energy in the air being absorbed into his Dantian.
So after a night, he was able to get up and walk, but not too fast. If you encounter a small pit, if you don't pay attention, you may fall to the ground again.
Fortunately, there is no perfect path, and there is a well in this high-walled, deep courtyard.
The wooden barrel was overturned in the soil, and only a small corner at the bottom of the barrel was exposed. He removed the cover of the well and saw at a glance that the bright water was almost reaching the top.
At this moment, I really didn’t want to do anything.
He buried his whole face in the water and drank for more than ten seconds before finally going to the well to take a few breaths.
Fortunately, there was rice in the house. He was prepared not to return to his former third-rate master level here and definitely not go anywhere.
