Chapter 384 Six Feet Three Feet

This kind of search without a sense of direction is extremely timeless. The most important thing is that the stone hand doesn't even know what he wants to find. He felt that what he found this time should not be a skeleton road sign, because all the skull road signs appeared in the form of stabing his waist and eyes when he lay down. Since he entered the desert, he has been stabbed hundreds of such road signs, but this way of discovery, he has not found the road signs in any other way. That's enough to explain the problem.

What Shishou wants to look for is something different. He can't say what it will be, but in short, what he is looking for must express at least two meanings: First, the road he has been taking is right, and this piece of black sand has not come to the end of the world because it has gone in the wrong direction; second, if the past If there is nothing wrong, where should the future go?

In the process of searching, Shishou himself felt that such requirements were a little harsh, and the hope of finding it was really slim, but there was nothing he could do. If he didn't look for it like this, he would have to wait to die. Crescent is right. If you want to die, you can die before. Since you have persisted until now, you should try your best to survive.

Shishou searched about three feet away along this dividing line. He believed that if there was anything like a road sign, it would not be farther than this. Because the wind and sand nearby are very strong, walking out of three feet means to deviate from the direction. If Zhang Shu wants to continue to guide himself, it is impossible to put the road signposts farther than this. The stone hand dug a ditch of three feet on the ground, a total of six feet, and the ditch was one foot deep. As he thought, there is nothing.

There is nothing else in the desert except sand. If you want to hide something, you can only bury it on the ground, which is very clear to the stone hand. One foot is too submerged. The wind and sand here can blow up a foot of sand in a while. If you want to bury anything at this depth, it is far from safe.

The stone hand continued his digging, and he deepened the ditch by one foot. When he deepened the ditch, the wind had already filled some of the ditches he dug, and some places were filled with more than half a foot, so it was more difficult for him to do this work. After a deep foot, nothing has been found.

The stone hand began to doubt his own judgment whether the ditch was too narrow. In that case, it would be troublesome. It would be very difficult to deepen the ditch here. If it was widened again, it would be an impossible task. The stone hand could not spend too long here. The wind and sand here was too much time. If it's long, his body will be unstable. He must go to a relatively hunch place to eat and drink water. Not to mention whether he can find the original position when he comes back, even if he finds it, the wind will fill in the ditch he had dug intact, and his past efforts will be in vain.

Here, it is really sailing against the water. If you don't advance, you will retreat. Zhang Shu will not leave an unsolved puzzle and an impossible task. Shishou kept saying to himself that there was nothing wrong with what he had done. If he continued to dig, there would be an answer. So he continued to deepen. This time, he deepened the ditch to two and a half feet. It's not that he didn't want to deepen it to three feet, but during the excavation process, the surrounding sand began to pile up in the middle. If it was dug to three feet, it might be dark. The stone hand was a little anxious here, so he wanted a convenience and deepened the depth of all places to two feet. Half. This depth is already very deep. Their bodies are generally buried in this depth for the road signs they have experienced along the way. The stone hands only persistently saw all their bones a few times before they stop. Most of the time, they just dig half a foot and stop.

Although the sand in the desert is soft, when the depth of digging the pit reaches a certain extent, it is even more troublesome than the hard ground.

With a depth of two and a half feet, there is still no progress. Stone hands face the choice. Whether to continue digging or not, he estimated that the limit he could do was to deepen the ditch half a foot to a depth of three feet. Such depth can only be maintained for a moment. The speed of self-healing in the desert is basically the same as the speed of stone hands digging. He can only look at each point, and then the depth will return to two and a half feet or even shallower.

Moreover, this will consume a lot of physical strength. Stoneman even felt that if he dug the six-foot trench to a depth of three feet, his physical consumption would not be enough to support him to a place relative to the backwind. At that time, he would be forced to hand over all his body to the crescent moon.

But Shishou felt that in the past few days, the vitality of the crescent moon is also constantly weakening. Tigers have never survived in the desert. This harsh climate is a torture for people and tigers, and no one can take advantage of it.

But if you give up digging trenches, you can still retreat and walk back to find new road signs, and there may be new gains.

This is another kind of hesitation. Shishou hated this hesitation. In places where there is no one, where there is no need to take care of other people's eyes, he actually hesitates and has to think about so many things, which itself makes Shishou very irritable.

There is no good or bad choice this time, and the stone hand came to such a sad conclusion. He even felt that only one of the two choices was correct, and the other would only lead him to death. The only difference is that the stone hand will lie weakly in the deep ditch he dug, waiting for the burial of the desert; or after temporarily retreating, he will be lost in the desert forever because he loses his direction.

He didn't even have time to continue to think about it, because the desert was thinking about it. The wind and sand were filling the fruits of his labor during this period little by little, and soon he would only have the choice to retreat.

Since the desert doesn't want me to dig out its body, I have to do it. The stone hand chose a relatively emotional answer. At this time, his heart was full of anger. The desert devoured most of the people he had met along the way, turning them into white bones and burying them in every corner of here. Shishou even had a feeling that the place where he stood was lifted by countless ghosts.

Let my excavation become a kind of revenge for the desert. This is the reason why the stone hand told himself. He began to dig desperately, digging hard, and digging earth-shakingly. He even felt that the petrified right fingertip began to crack, and the sand in the desert was making his originally angular and sharp fingertips smooth, but he did not stop his move and continued. If a person dies, the sharp claws will no longer be useful, not to mention that even now, those edges and corners have not played a role other than scratching himself.

Anyway, there will be no pain. As for whether the right hand will be completely flattened, the stone hand does not seem to care much about this problem.

"You will die like this." The crescent voice came: "I know your body better than you. Your physical strength can't support it. This black desert seems to be the root of life. The physical consumption here is several times faster than elsewhere."

Shishou also felt that his fatigue was indeed doubling, but he had no choice. He could not give up his previous achievements, and he could not give up his revenge on the desert. The stone hand imagined himself as a sharp dagger and was using it to cut open the soft belly of the desert and send the petrified claws into the beating heart.

"I know." Shishou simply answered the crescent moon: "But I think this is the only hope to live, and this is also my way of revenge." This is the first time Shishou said revenge. He was originally an accountant. It can be said that he has been a Shunmin for half of his life. All kinds of grand wishes can only be secretly thinking about it when there is no one, or dreaming in a dream. The principle he adheres to has always been forbearance and tries his best to obey everyone's requirements. He is not without hatred, but he has always felt that hatred cannot solve the problem. But he now finds that with the power of hatred, it is impossible for him to live on anything else. But an idea suddenly rushed into his mind. If the desert is really killed, what is the meaning of his life?

This is a ridiculous idea. Shishou forced himself to forget and then continued this kind of excavation. He began to dig from the left and completed the trench six feet long and three feet deep little by little. He can only search the bottom of every inch of the ditch once, and then the sand will fill it. Shishou dares not use his right hand to complete this kind of work. The petrochemical fingers can't complete this fine feeling at all. Whenever he almost completes the depth, he will use his left hand to complete the remaining one or two inches, so that he can complete all the searches.

But his left hand is still made of flesh and blood. When the fine sand is connected into pieces, it is harder than steel and sharper than a sword. His left finger slowly oozed blood, which penetrated into the yellow sand, forming blood-colored sand at the bottom of the deep ditch.

is almost to the right boundary. The stone hand can't hold on. His left hand is extremely painful. There is still fine yellow sand hanging on the worn wound. The stone hand has no energy to deal with the wound, so he can only let it go. Fortunately, this search is coming to an end. Shishou has made up his mind. If the search is not fruitful, he will completely give up and wait for death. He knows that he will not wait too long this time. He is extremely tired, with heavy eyelids, and sleepy like a flood that is about to break the dike, which is possible at any time. Rushing down.

Six feet, there is still the last foot of distance left, and the heart of the stone hand, which was originally hanging, suddenly settled down. He felt that he was finally coming to the end of his trip to the desert. Alive or die.