allendalepharm Chapter 611 Escape
Chapter 611 Escape
Ming escaped from the sea and was exhausted now, but he didn't know that Gui Jun was very worried.
"Ming, can you hear me? I'm the ghost king. Hear it and reply me." The ghost king began to use sound transmission to the male lead eagerly.
After a while, another sound transmission was sent out, "Ming, what's the matter with you? Now tell me where you are, and I will send someone to pick you up and find you."
Ghost Lord spoke anxiously again, then turned around and said to the people around him, "Where have you seen Ming before? Think back quickly."
Embarrassment was revealed under his hands, but it seemed that none of them could provide some constructive suggestions. A few people looked at each other and I looked at you, and a few people couldn't decide to pay attention.
Seeing them hesitantly, Gui Jun yelled angrily: "Don't say it quickly? What are you talking about?"
One of them stood up and replied: "Returning to Mr. Guijun, forgive me for being powerless. We have never seen Ming before, and even if we did, it was a long time ago. I haven't seen him recently and haven't received any news about it. Where did he go."
This time the ghost king is really a bit troublesome, and the ghost king can't find Ming in his dignified area.
Simply try the sound transmission again, "Ming, can you hear me? I'm a ghost, answer me as soon as possible, so that I can send someone to pick you up and find you."
Transsion seemed to have no response at all, so what should we do now?
"You go out quickly and send people to look for Ming, I want to see people and dead bodies, so you send all the people under your hands out." Gui Jun said angrily.
He is now worried about Ming's comfort, because under normal circumstances Ming will definitely reply to him, but now Ming can't reply for a long time, which makes Guijun very worried.
Gui Jun looked into the distance and muttered to himself: "Ming, you must not have any accidents."
The ghost king here is eagerly looking for Ming, but Ming's side has gradually lost consciousness. He has no food and water resources and has fainted in the desert.
After an unknown amount of time, Ming, who was lying on the Gobi Desert in the desert, moved his fingers, and gradually Ming began to regain consciousness and slowly wake up.
His eyes slowly opened, and he said to himself, "Where am I?"
Who knew that his voice could only be thought in his heart and mind, he found that his mouth was very dry, Ming moved his arm and tried to touch his mouth.
Unexpectedly, the arm was also in a state of exhaustion, and when it was lifted, it was stiff and painful. After repeated several times, it finally touched the mouth.
Ming found that his mouth was dry and scabbed, and now he could only rely on his throat and vocal cords to produce those syllables if he wanted to speak, which was very uncomfortable.
Now Ming is in a state called "every day should not be called earth and earth is not working". He got up and found that he was already in the desert. He looked around and saw the desert as far as the eye can see.
"It's all right now, I just came out of the sea and now I'm in the desert again, and the gods want my life on my body!" Ming said helplessly.
This kind of experience is really dumbfounding. Now he doesn't know what he should do next. The desert has a huge temperature difference between day and night.
Now Ming gradually felt the cold, "This damn weather, look around to see if there are any stones and branches."
Meditating on the large temperature difference between day and night in the desert, we can only rely on branches to drill wood to make fire, and stones to keep warm.
Ming started to search around, and after searching for a long time, he finally found a few rocks that were neither big nor small, and less than ten branches.
"Damn it, can you only find so much around here?" Ming You said to himself, the more things like stones and branches in the desert, the better for him.
I searched around the starting area again, and found that there was really nowhere to find them, so I had to hold them and find a leeward slope.
The leeward slope in the desert can keep you from being affected by the wind as much as possible at night.Ming hugged some warm stones to get a little warmth so that his body could adapt to the desert.
"The body temperature is getting warmer little by little, which makes me look alive. Damn, I didn't expect that I escaped from the sea and went to the desert again. God damn it." Ming said with a depressed face.
After the body temperature rose little by little, Ming began to drill wood to make fire.
"It's windy at night, and the fire should be picked up quickly. I really should learn some outdoor survival skills earlier, otherwise I don't have to be so embarrassed now."
Ming started to make fire by drilling wood bit by bit, but he found that it was not easy to make fire by drilling wood. He was grinding his hands bit by bit, and his hands were almost bald. There was a gleam of flame in the branches.
But just when the fire was about to be born, a gust of wind hung over and the flames on the branches were extinguished.
Ming threw the sapling to the ground at once. "It's about to succeed, this damn weather makes it so difficult for me." All of a sudden, Ming's heart sank into a deep quagmire full of hope.
Where there is no hope, even a little bit of hope appears and then is shattered, which will deal a particularly heavy blow to people, which is greater than ordinary blows.
In order to survive tonight, Ming had no choice but to pick up the saplings again, and started drilling wood to make fire little by little.He is so depressed now that he can't help but curse: "This damn place, what kind of life is this?"
After finishing speaking, he still looked depressed and began to drill wood to make fire, but now the fire was finally lit. After watching the branches catch fire, he became much happier.
In this way, Ming leaned on the stone and spent an unforgettable night.
The ghost king watched the people under his hand report back one by one,
"Master Guijun, there is no news from my side, I will continue to send people out to find Ming, please give me some more time."
"There is no news about Ming from my side. My lord, Ming seems to have disappeared from the world as if there is no news in the world."
Gui Jun frowned tightly, and now there is no news, which is very troublesome for Gui Jun.
Even if Ming now gives some clues and news, he will not do this. Faced with such a difficult matter, Guijun is also a big headache.
Early the next morning, Ming began to think about what he should do today, what should he do in this vast desert?
"Even if I die, I can't die in vain like this. I don't believe it. I, Bai Liyan, can die in this desert?" Ming said angrily, and now he started to challenge nature.
He looked around, finally chose a direction, and pointed with his finger.
"My life is up to me, I will go in this direction, I don't believe I can't get out alive."
The desert in the early morning went out quickly, otherwise he would not be able to last long in the hot weather at noon. He could only rely on finding water sources and desert oases in the early morning.
But even in the desert in the early morning, it was still hot and cold, which made Ming feel very uncomfortable, and couldn't help but swear, "This damn weather, who would come to the desert if they were desperate? Isn't it necessary?" Fate."
The situation on Guijun's side has not been very good. Guijun shouted to the people below: "Can you do it? How much time have I given you?" He crushed the cup in his hand.
Gui Jun's subordinates didn't dare to let out a breath at this time, and the sweat on their foreheads kept ticking away.
The scene in the hall was very stiff, the people under him dared not speak, and the ghost king kept silent all the time.
I don't know how long Ming has been away, from the day the sky gradually brightened to now the sun is on the top of the head.Ming gradually began to feel uncomfortable due to the hot weather and the surrounding air pressure.
"Damn it, the weather really leaves no way for people to survive. What should we do now? We need to find the water source as soon as possible." Ming began to curse and was anxious.
He didn't know how long he had walked, and when his willpower was about to collapse, he found that there seemed to be a source of water not far away, which made Ming sober up a lot.
"Good guy, I finally saw the source of water." Ming suddenly cheered up and couldn't help running forward. Now he can't wait to take a beautiful bath in this source of water, and then sleep comfortably Not happy?
The water source in front of him was already close at hand, "Hahaha, the sky will not kill me, the sky will not kill me." Ming began to laugh.
But when he took a closer look, he wanted to die, "It's just a mirage." Seeing the existence of the mirage was like a bigger blow to him.
In the absence of water resources and a sudden blow, Ming was about to fall into a state of fainting.
"Can't sleep, can't sleep." Ming began to rely on his willpower to hold on bit by bit, and the spirit that had been strong was gradually suppressed by the temperature and air pressure of the weather.
But he suddenly found a cactus growing in an inconspicuous place, "Isn't it? It gave me such a blow just now, and now it gives me a little hope? Don't lie to me again, right?"
Holding the idea of not hitting the south wall and not looking back, Ming pulled his body step by step and walked towards the cactus. He found that the cactus in front of him was alive and real.
"Hahaha, I'm really immortal now." Ming impatiently used his internal force to cut open the cactus, and the water source in the cactus was tantamount to making Ming dizzy.
He lowered his head and took a deep breath. The coolness of the water suppressed his smoky throat and cooled his burning heart.
"Drink a few sips, drink a few sips, you can't drink all of these at once, you have to drink little by little, and save the rest for later drinking." Ming began to calculate bit by bit.
Now the physical strength is gradually recovering, Ming's consciousness is gradually clear, and the brain is functioning normally.
"How can this enchantment be opened?" He inadvertently began to think about it. After thinking about it, he should practice it a few times, using spells to try to break the enchantment.
After being disappointed by the useless use of spells many times, "God won't really let me die of old age here?"
Ming began to lean helplessly against the stone.