Chapter 176 Shahai

The speed of Shazhizhou is very fast. It is a magical thing created by countless great scholars in the city who devoted their lives to their knowledge. At that time, there was a saying among the apprentices. They said that the mystery of Shazhizhou's rapid marching is actually incredible. It was the bachelors in the city who shared the deceased through special methods. The dead signed an agreement. It was those who wandered in the sand and held up the boat with their hands, so that the boat could drive rapidly in the desert.

Of course, most apprentices did not believe this statement at that time, and even those who said this probably regarded it as a small joke after boring learning and did not take it seriously. But in this world, is there any rumor without any reason? The truth you pursue is likely to be buried in those seemingly most absurd remarks, which I learned from this matter, and I also annotated this sentence in my manuscript and wrote it at the end of the first page of parchment.

In a word, the time I calculated tells me that the girl is in danger and the speed of the ship is not fast enough. What's more, I don't know the exact location of the girl, and it is bound to waste some time. At that time, I grabbed the ferryman's arm tightly, faced the roaring sand in the air, and said loudly, "Can you hurry up, she's dying..." Before I finished speaking, my mouth was filled with the oncoming sand. I didn't care about that and wanted to spit out the sand, but my saliva was mixed with fine sand. It was so sticky that I couldn't spit it out. In a hurry, I could only swallow the sand and continue to speak in this way, but the only thing I said was: "She's dying." At that time, I seemed to have aphasia, and I could only say those four words, but who could have thought that these four simple words once again moved the ferryman.

He stood up the pand, and the sand boat slowly stopped. When I was in a hurry, I saw him take out a dagger made of bones from the leather pocket in his waist, and then gently cut his finger. The dagger suddenly flashed a dark red light, and blood seemed to penetrate into the dagger, dyeing the tip in front of the dagger red.

After cutting the wound, the ferryman did not take the dagger away, but continued to let the dagger suck the blood on his hand. It was not until half of the blade of the dagger was soaked in blood before taking the knife down. At that time, I was stunned. After all, I was just a young man. I had never seen a young man with blood magic, and I had never even heard such a thing in class. For the world, my teacher repeatedly told me that there is nothing mysterious in the world, and everything can be understood through learning in the future. It's just a matter of time. I once believed this sentence, but blood magic seems to break the teacher's remarks. The apprentices have never heard of what the ferrymen in Xuecheng have ever heard of, which is too illogical.

At that time, I was completely stunned. I didn't have time to think about these logics, and I was still crying for faster to save people, but these words were blocked in my mouth and I couldn't say a word.

The ferryman looked at the dagger in his hand and forked the dagger in a wooden groove in the bow of the sand boat. The blood-stained parts were all stuck in the card slot, and then he said to me, "Are you ready to fly?"

I was stunned by this sentence and almost instinctively nodded. Then he grabbed his steel-like arm more tightly.

"I was born to fly, and my blood begged the dead soul to wake up again. Desert, raise your gravel and cover the light of the sun. Turning the desert into an ocean, I don't have a sail that can make the sea breeze blow, but the sand boat does not need to cross the ocean. The sand wind blows and the sand boat flies. The ferryman muttered these gently.

There are often some spell-like chants in the school city, and even when we are in class, we will do something that makes people feel crazy. At first, I did it with respect, but later I found that many of these seemingly mysterious spells are useless. They are the only ones that exist. The value is to give others a sense of mystery, and many bachelors in Xuecheng believe that having a sense of mystery is the only way to make others respect. Because people will only fear what they don't know, which is the necessity of lifelong learning.

This is also the reason why I hate this mythical era. Without mysterious respect, I can only become a respected hero by completing what most mortals can't complete as a mortal. The bachelors in the city are wrong. They are wrong. I have confirmed it once with them, and I will continue to confirm it with them.

The hairy egg in the memory unconsciously clenched his fist, and the wind in the night was a little cold. He took a look at the red ghost shining in the sky and did not want to interrupt the hard-won memory. It's time for her to appear, and the warmest moment has come. How nice it would be if life was just like the first sight. If it was just the first sight, she would always be so beautiful and gentle, and I would always be the simple young man. If there is a knowledge that can freeze time, it can make me enjoy that time forever, even if it finally makes me starve to death in the black sandstorm, even this myth I am also satisfied that the generation will continue forever. But what's the point of saying this now? Let's continue to recall.

In a word, after the ferryman finished talking about those things, the speed of the sand boat became much faster, but it was no longer as stable as it was just now. It felt like what the teacher once said in class, when he encountered a storm when he was riding a boat in the sea. I was so scared that I forgot to blink and stared at everything around me. Because of this magical change, I also remembered the spells recited by the ferryman forever.

In this way, the sand boat flew eastward and slowly approached the center of the desert. I was very worried that the girl had walked in there. In that case, I would not even ask the ferryman to continue to drive me forward, because it was a forbidden area, and the sand boat could not drive in it. The desert has its own majesty. How can it make mortals act recklessly through this power? However, in the past many years, the desert and the school city have reached mutual acquiescence. The center is the bottom line of the desert, and no one is allowed to break into it.

That's why I'm extremely nervous. I'm afraid that after this effort, I will change a fruitless result. Finally, the boundary line of the central desert has arrived, which is easy to find, because the sand in the central desert is black, while the sand is white. The ferryman did not do anything, and the march of the sand boat stopped abruptly at this edge, and I slowly loosened my frightened hand and suddenly felt that I was going to vomit, so I hurried down the sand boat and vomited hard in the place covered by yellow sand. What I spit out was the crumbs I ate in the morning. Some travelers wrote in their travel notes: People who have never been to the sea by boat will get seasick and vomit when they encounter the wind and waves for the first time. I think it was also because of this experience that I was able to calm down when I took a sea boat for the first time and encountered wind and waves. The sandstorm stirred by blood magic is far more powerful than the huge waves in the ocean. No, maybe not, maybe it's just because when I saw the sandstorm, I was just an ignorant apprentice, and when I saw the ocean, I already had so much bitterness in my heart. Those bitterness are enough to make my heart stop in the white and turbulent world.

After vomiting, I felt the world spinning, but there was still a trace of hope in my heart, so I raised my eyes to find her figure. But it's not easy to talk about it. The world in my eyes is only yellow and black, and the sand of different colors seems to dye the sky with the same color. I looked at the farthest horizon, but I couldn't see the shadow I was looking for there.

Finally, I was a little desperate. I don't know what it means to walk out of the school city. Now think about it, it may be the first time I feel confused in my life. I didn't even know how to explain it to the ferryman. I begged him to pull me out of the school city and run wild with blood magic in the sand sea, but with no result. When I looked at the ferryman, I didn't know how to speak to the iron face.

The ferryman sighed slightly and said to me, "Go to the little sandbag over there. I feel like there is something down there." While talking, use your hand to point.

I looked in the direction of his fingers. There was indeed a short sandbag near the center of the desert. Did I have time to think about it, and I didn't dare to think about what would happen. I just ran over with a deep foot and shallow foot, and then knelt on the ground to dig sand with my hand, while praying constantly praying in my heart. I don't even know who to pray with. There are no gods in the apprentices in the city. The teacher is the master of the apprentice, but even if the teacher knows it, he will not support him to do such a thing. So after praying a few words, I closed my mouth, which had been stuffed with sand for a long time.

When my fingers had rubbed blood, I dug up what I was looking for, which was the girl I saw in the thousand-mile mirror. It turned out that she was buried by the sandstorm. I didn't care much. I grabbed the veins on her wrist with my hand, and her heart was beating weakly. She is not dead yet! This judgment made me crazy. I put her flat on the sand and wanted to save her, but the moment my hand was about to touch her body again, I felt the heat on my face and the trembling of my fingers.

This is a girl. She is not from Xuecheng. She is different from my classmates who demonstrate to each other in class. They look indifferent, and they are not in danger. They just take the potion refined by the teacher and appear that kind of dying appearance. As long as the time passes, It will get better soon. But this girl is really dying. Can I save her? And when she was just dug out, her body brought the softness of my palms. Why did it stay in the palm of my hand and did not subside? And that feeling seems to spread from the palm of my hand and along the bloodline to my cheeks. Otherwise, how could my face be so hot?

Just as I was stunned, the ferryman also came over. He said to me, "If you are stunned again, she will really die."

Yes, nothing is more important than her life. The doctors in Xuecheng are not here, I can only trust myself. Anyway, without me digging it out, she will die. I just gave her hope and possibility to survive again. Even if she failed, there was nothing wrong. I haven't seen the female classmate's body in class, and even when I took a drug, I touched every part according to the teacher's instructions. There is nothing. They are all women. I shouldn't look at her differently, which is not in line with the teaching of "equality for all people" in the city.

Her breath has disappeared, perhaps because she has been buried in the sand for too long. According to the method taught by the teacher in class, I pinched her nose with my fingers, then let her mouth open, covered her mouth on her lips, like blowing inside, and sent air into her lungs until her chest had some bulges, and then moved her lips to let the air come out again. After dozens of times, when I blew again, I felt her suddenly have a violent cough. The girl lying on the ground suddenly turned over and kept coughing. I was scared by the sudden change and didn't know what had happened.

A long time later, she told me that I clumsily blew all the sand in my mouth into her throat. The sticky particles mixed with saliva made her extremely uncomfortable. How could she let them stay without coughing them out?

For a long time, her violent cough ended, and then she took a breath and sat on the sand, gasping heavily. This is also the first time I really went to see her face. Previously, because of the chaos, although there were many opportunities, I didn't have time to see it. Her cheeks are a little red, which may be the cause of a violent cough, but this red color is much better than the dying white one.

I think I should say something. I hope that the ferryman can come to help me and ease the predicament at this time, but when I look back to him, I find that he is lying in the sand boat and seems to be asleep. Anyway, I can't see his face, and many things can't be judged.

I must say something. I can't rely on the ferryman for everything. Besides, the mask of the ferryman will definitely scare the girl. She didn't grow up in Xuecheng. I don't know what kind of heart she is under the iron face of the ferryman.

"Where's your camel?" I asked such an inexplicable question for a long time.

"Camel... I just felt a little dizzy, and then fell off the camel. After that, I didn't know anything until I saw you just now..." The girl said this with a little speechlessness, and her face was more rosy. But how did you know I just rode a camel? When I was still feeling embarrassed, the girl suddenly smiled, which melted all the hard ice in my heart.

So that at that time, I actually forgot that in the thousand-mile mirror, she was obviously extremely thirsty. And how can a tame camel easily leave its owner?