In this land of dry land, it seems that no matter where you go, there is no end.
The scorching sun above our heads was scorching the earth, steaming it up and twisting it for a while.
On the flat ground, at the far end that is almost the horizon, several people are slowly approaching.
The first one walked with a sluggish pace, as if this cruel environment had nothing to do with him.
"Senior brother, senior brother, let's rest for a while."
Behind him, Zhang Feixuan had begun to pant. Even though he was a land god, his steps felt heavy at this moment. Every step he took felt like he was exerting force. The swaying fan felt heavier, and it was no longer so graceful when he fanned it.
Especially this sun, it was as scorching as anything. If he didn't rest for a while, he couldn't bear it anymore.
Not only him, but Wang Qizheng and Gao Sishu were also pale-skinned. Even though they drank a lot of water, they still felt dry when they set foot on this earth.
On the other hand, the bell next to her senior brother was very strong for some unknown reason. She followed her senior brother wherever he went, without any sign of fatigue.
They all received blessings from the Sea of Chaos. Lingdang has not received the master's talent yet, so why does he look so at ease now?
Hearing this, Song Yin frowned, "You still have to practice hard. This drought is just a difference between the world and the world. You just need to concentrate on it, so that you can feel the experiences of mortals and won't let yourself fall into it." Too tired."
This is what I said
It's like nothing was said.
If everyone in the world had Song Yin's ability, how could the Four Heavenly Lords have such great influence?
I don’t know where I’ve been drawing circles for a long time.
"Brother, why don't you make it rain?" Wang Qizheng shouted: "It's really a dry day. Damn it, how did you survive it before?"
"rain"
Song Yin was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something when his face suddenly froze, his steps moved away, and he turned into light and disappeared directly on the spot.
"Senior brother! Senior brother! Wait for us!"
Zhang Feixuan yelled, gritted his teeth, and followed.
Not far away, they saw Song Yin stopping in front, and a group of people were lying there.
It's human!
The few people approached very quickly and saw a group of people lying in various directions on this dry land. Song Yin was standing in front of these people, blowing out the yellow wind from his sleeves and covering everyone.
The clothes of this group of people were in rags and tatters. There was not much flesh on their bodies, they were just bones, and their abdomens were strangely bulging.
They were still alive and breathing weakly, but they were obviously just one step away from death. They had no energy at all and were waiting there to die.
"There are still people!" Zhang Feixuan was startled and subconsciously looked at Wang Qizheng.
He should be familiar with this scene.
"They all ate dirt."
Wang Qizheng, who was still a little tired, came over at this moment, glanced at the stomachs of these people, and said: "Fortunately, if it had been a little later, they would have died of bloating and starvation."
These people immediately stirred up his memory.
Even after nearly a hundred years, he still dared not forget it when he saw it now.
During the famine, everyone was similar. Wang Qizheng had seen too many such people.
There was nothing to eat, not even water to drink. Along the way, I was trying to find a place with food. In the end, I was so hungry that I even ate dirt.
If you are lucky, you can save your life by eating dirt. If you are unlucky, if you eat too much, the dirt will swell in the stomach and cannot come out, and the person will be hungry, and in the end he will starve to death.
Bloated and starved to death.
How ridiculous.
Fortunately, my senior brother is here
Wang Qizheng couldn't help but smile and looked towards Song Yin. Senior brother Huang Feng, not to mention that he still had one breath left, even if he ran out of breath, he might be able to revive.
Isn’t the master just an example?
Du Huangfeng was right. He was so hungry. Without some magical means, even forcing him to eat and drink would be useless. This body that was about to die could not absorb anything. If he stayed for one more breath, it would be a matter of destiny.
But once the yellow wind regains its vitality, it can continue to warm and nourish the body.
"You guys are lucky." Wang Qi was about to say it when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
It's been so long, why are these people still hanging on?
Even the breath is the breath of dying.
Senior Brother's Huang Feng, can't he move?
Song Yin also frowned, the yellow wind in his sleeves was still blowing, but his eyes were already looking up at the sky.
"A land of evil ways, is it worthy of stopping me? Get out of here, don't delay me from saving people!"
As he drank, something seemed to be broken around him. The yellow wind blew over everyone, making their faces look more humane, and their bodies trembled.
"ah"
One of the old men opened his mouth slightly and let out a low groan.
"woke up!"
Wang Qizheng opened his mouth and spit out a water hyacinth. He ran over to help the old man up and fed him little by little with the water hyacinth.
This kind of people cannot drink too much even if they drink water. They can only feed them little by little, moisten their throats first, and then find ways to get the dirt out of their stomachs, and slowly nurse them back to health before they can survive.
The old man drank some water, and his chapped lips were moisturized. He seemed to be in better spirits, but soon, everyone lying on the ground began to groan.
"You guys are saving people, what are you doing?" Wang Qizheng shouted to the back as he could not take care of so many people.
"Third brother, I know this is your hometown, there are so many people, and I am willing to save it, but... there are obviously better methods, so shouldn't it be easier? It's not laziness, it's just efficient."
Zhang Feixuan said something and then smiled at Song Yin: "Really, senior brother?"
For such a trivial matter, just ask the senior brother to let it rain. The drizzle can not only moisturize things, but also make these people more awake. Why feed them one by one with water.
That's what he originally thought, but when he looked at his senior brother again, he found that his expression was no longer good, and he was still so solemn, and his heart felt a little bit.
This look is wrong.
Song Yin looked at this group of people, and suddenly waved his sleeves, and saw these mortal bodies trembled, and balls of clay flew out from their belly. The clay fell to the ground, and even exuded a strange stench, as if it was It has been in the human body for too long.
Without soil, a mortal's belly would naturally become shriveled up.
Then, Song Yin raised his two fingers toward the sky, and it started to rain in the scorching sky.
Wow!
Big raindrops quickly fell on the dry soil, soaking everyone's bodies and also soaking the dry land.
But the more this happened, Song Yin's face became solemn.
These mortals felt the wetness and subconsciously opened their mouths, swallowing the rainwater continuously. However, except for the soaked lips, no matter how much rainwater they swallowed, these people still lay there, not to mention getting up, not one of them opened their eyes.
It seems to be superficial, just like the earth
"wrong!"
Wang Qizheng's eyes narrowed, "Why aren't you wet? You shouldn't be!"
The old man he was supporting seemed to have been soaked in water, but upon closer inspection, he found that his lips were still chapped, and the layer of moisture was like the epidermis and had not penetrated.
Just like the earth he stepped on, the dry and cracked land, despite the heavy rain, did not even accumulate water, and was directly swallowed up by the dry soil.
Water is useless.
(End of chapter)
