Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 564 Sandstorm

   Baomu's eyebrows trembled.

  This idea is still a bit too savage for him.

  "The last level may not be a competition between players, but a confrontation between ordinary players and catfish players." Xiaolan said calmly.

  "But we don’t know who are catfish, even most people don’t know the existence of catfish, then..."

   Baomu stared at Xiaolan's gloomy eyes and paused.

  Yes, in this case, the game rule for the last level is...

   "Besides myself, all are enemies."

Although the game space of this level is large, but the resources are limited, players will inevitably embark on the road of eradicating other players without knowing the rules of the game. At that time, ordinary players who don’t know the rules will face extreme internal friction. Real catfish players will be more likely to win.

  What a brilliant trick.

"But I don't think the catfish players are really invincible," Baomu pointed to the dead catfish lying on the ground, "Look, does the death of this fish represent the death of Kongdi? That at least means that the catfish The players are the same as us, dominated by the game space of this level."

  In a short period of time, Baomu has realized it.

   Xiaolan nodded, "Ah, Brother Baomu really grew up..."

  Baomu blushed, but couldn't help but lowered his head and smiled.

  As soon as he lowered his head, he realized something was wrong.

"Eh?"

   Xiaolan also found out.

  The three catfish that were still playing in the shallows just now were lying on the dry beach, facing the sun, their gills opened and closed meaninglessly. After a while, the shadows covered the eyes of the three fishes.

  "Why did they run up?" Baomu couldn't bear to throw them back into the water.

   Xiaolan stood up and glanced at the small depression left by the three fish on the beach, and then at the lake in the distance.

   "It's not the fish that came up," Xiaolan said in shock, "It's the surface of the water falling, look at Brother Baomu!"

  The two of them focused on the edge of the lake.

  The water of the lake is still retreating visibly to the naked eye, leaving a wet bare beach, and occasionally a few stranded fish.

  The water surface is getting shallower.

  The lake is disappearing.

The two walked along the newly-emerged beach to the center of the lake. The inner side of the lake was getting deeper and deeper, but the lake water seemed to disappear faster and faster. It was almost like a pump was opened to pump all the water. Gone generally.

  Gradually, the deepest part of the lake was revealed.

  The two remained silent, staring dumbly at the last mouthful of lake water that dried up in front of them.

  At the bottom of the lake, there are a few chic-shaped aquatic plants and a few other catfishes.

  Xiaolan and Baomu walked into the bottom of the lake at the same time, and checked whether there were any words on the bodies of the remaining catfish.

  A gorgeous sunset slowly emerged from the horizon, and dusk descended.

   Xiaolan put down a dead fish and blinked his eyes, only to realize that some wind and sand had appeared around him for some unknown time.

  Baomu was still watching the fish intently, Xiaolan stood up and moved his muscles and bones, but was stunned.

   "Brother Baomu!"

  Baomu was taken aback by Xiaolan's sudden call, got up quickly, and almost slipped.

   "What's wrong..."

  He was also stunned.

  The woods surrounding the lake, the dense and tall palm trees, are all gone.

  The wind and sand blow across the endless desert, blowing scattered yellow sand towards them.

   "Where's the tree?!" Baomu broke his voice instantly.

  What about the pile of trees that had been stuck here before we came down? !

   Xiaolan took a big breath and tried to calm down, "Brother Baomu, I...I have a bad feeling."

   "Me too." Baomu fixedly looked at Xiaolan.

  The two looked at each other for a few seconds.

  Suddenly, they were like two hungry wolves rushing towards the beach at the same time.

  Baomu moved his long legs, turned back to the shore in a few strokes, hurriedly wrapped the tablecloth with the food, and picked up the son of light who was screaming in unease.

   Xiaolan raised his right leg high, preparing to step up to the small **** in front of him.

   Suddenly, something grabbed her left foot severely.

   "Hurry up, Xiaolan! Something is coming..."

   Xiaolan pushed hard for a few times, but the things under her feet did not fall off, but instead grasped harder.

   Xiaolan grabbed the mud on the shore with her hand and turned her head to look.

  It’s nothing to hold yourself.

   is sand.

  To be precise, it is quicksand.

  The entire bottom of the lake has become a huge quicksand.

  Xiaolan’s left leg is stuck inside.

   "Brother Baomu!"

  Baomu saw that Xiaolan was late, and knew that something must be wrong, so he ran back quickly.

   "What's wrong with you, Xiaolan?" Baomu grabbed Xiaolan's outstretched hand.

   "I'm stuck in the quicksand," Xiaolan said calmly, "It's okay, when I relax, I should be able to come out after I take off my shoes, take it slow..."

   "You can't take your time, Xiaolan!" Baomu turned his head anxiously, and said, "Behind... there seems to be a storm approaching..."

   "Storm?" Xiaolan screamed out, and with this strength she took off her left shoe.

   "Yes...like a tsunami... a tsunami formed by yellow sand, here is..."

"what?!"

  When Xiaolan heard the word tsunami, his head was numb. After taking off his shoes, the friction under her feet was much smaller. Under Baomu's drag, Xiaolan stepped onto the shore.

  The overwhelming yellow sand is sweeping toward here from the direction they came.

  The yellow sand covered the sky and the earth, Xiaolan and Baomu faced the sky with the yellow sand, and suddenly felt that they were insignificant.

  The yellow sand can easily take away a person or even a group of people. For it, life is almost the same as the tiny gravel that composes it.

   "Run!"

  Xiaolan and Baomu ran to the depths of the desert desperately.

  Not far away, you can see a few desert oasis, which did not dry up and disappear like the one they fled from.

  Since it is a tree, it can block some sandstorm anyway...

  The two ran to the oasis closest to them tacitly.

  Yellow sand soars, and in the full-eyed yellow sand, the oasis is like a gem that emits holy light, standing steadily.

  The yellow sand under the feet is getting softer and softer, and the fatigue of the two is doubled.

  This short distance gives people the feeling that they can’t run their heads.

  The sandstorm is less than 100 meters away from me.

   Xiaolan saw that Baomu had ran between the trees in the oasis. He threw the Son of Light to the ground, turned his head and ran back.

  Baomu firmly grasped Xiaolan's hand.

   Xiaolan felt that her strength seemed to recover a little.

  The last few meters are not so long.

  "Xiaolan...hurry up...we..."

  What Baomu was shouting, Xiaolan couldn't hear clearly.

  The Child of Light stood under the tree and howled desperately.

  Under the night, the illusory armor of the little guy has appeared.

  Howl became clear instantly.

  Finally, when the yellow sand was about to swallow the two of them, Xiaolan and Baomu jumped into the woods.

   Looking back, the sandstorm was gone.

  　Thank you for the hot and enthusiastic reward! (\'\')

  (End of this chapter)