Whenever Jack showed this expression, it meant that things were particularly difficult.
I turned to look at the lake in front of me, and then I realized that the lake was not clear blue, but had a strange black color.
My hands, which had just touched the lake water, were now covered with a layer of white frost. I hadn't noticed it because my skin was too hot from the sun, but now I felt my hands were freezing cold.
how so?
I was shocked and immediately stood up and looked around.
Then I discovered that although this place is only separated from the desert by a thin line, there is a world of difference between them.
The desert is scorching hot enough to scorch people, while here is chilly and freezing enough to freeze people to death. The two are completely different, even the land here is faintly tinged with dark red.
It was as if... it was the color dyed by blood poured on the ground.
But, for such an oasis that seems to have no end, how much blood would be needed to dye every inch of the land red?
An unprecedented fear came over me, and my intuition told me to leave immediately. However, there was no place to stay in this desert except here.
If you enter the desert again and are unlucky enough not to encounter an oasis, you will die anyway.
"What kind of place is this?" Why is it so weird?
There is a chilling and murderous aura everywhere, which makes people tremble with fear.
"Have you heard of Desert Island?" Jack sat on the ground and took out a thorny cactus from his cloth bag. It was picked in the desert, and he could only rely on it to replenish his strength and water at critical moments.
This is the taste...
I looked at the cactus handed to me with a constipated look on my face, and my mouth began to feel sour. After hesitating for a long time, I finally took it.
There is no other way, just to survive.
Holding the cactus, I shook my head in confusion, thinking of his previous question.
Deserted island secret? What the hell!
He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then tentatively asked, "Does it have anything to do with this deserted island?"
Jack nodded gravely and slowly explained, "The Deserted Island Secret Realm isn't exactly a secret realm, it's a corpse."
I widened my eyes in surprise when I heard that.
"Legend has it that long ago there was a general who was born violent and hated by his fellow men. He and his family were banished to an isolated island on the edge of the country."
"The isolated island is inhabited by rebels captured from the enemy country. The emperor is undoubtedly sending the general here to his death."
"The general fought a bloody battle with the rebels on the island for ten days, with rivers of blood flowing, and was ultimately defeated."
"To save his two children, the general offered his beloved wife to the rebel general, hoping to sue for peace. However, the general's beloved wife was insulted and killed by the rebels. The general was heartbroken and thought the war had ended."
"Unexpectedly, the matter did not end there. The rebels broke their promise and attacked the city where the general was stationed again, slaughtering the general's entire family. The general was filled with remorse and committed suicide."
"After his death, his body transformed into a secret realm filled with murderous energy. Anyone who touched it died a miserable death."
"This general is such a piece of shit!" I couldn't help but curse after hearing this. Then I swept my eyes across the oasis and asked in disbelief, "Are you saying this is the secret deserted island?"
Jack frowned and looked at me, then nodded: "Now it seems that it is probably true."
"Then aren't we dead?" I frowned worriedly, my heart beating like a drum.
Jack glanced at the oasis with a complicated expression, then shook his head. "Not necessarily. Although the secret realm of the deserted island is filled with evil spirits, it has a key point. If we can find that key point, not only will we not die, we can even leave the deserted island."
Hearing this, my eyes suddenly lit up: "Do you know where the center of the formation is?"
Jack curled his lips and shook his head helplessly: "I don't know, I only know that the center of the formation is the general's heart."
heart?
I frowned and pondered for a while, still having no clue. I had to give up thinking about this question for the time being and asked, "Could this oasis in front of us be the battlefield where the general and the rebels fought?"
Otherwise, how to explain this land stained red with blood and this evil spirit rising into the sky.
"Yeah." Jack nodded heavily.
My eyes fell on the lake I had just scooped up, and a bad guess came to my mind: "This...this lake could be?"
"It's just as you thought. This lake is probably formed by the blood of those who died on the battlefield." Jack's words shattered my last glimmer of hope.
My face changed and I quickly ran to the side and started retching.
Whenever I think about how I almost drank the blood from that lake, I feel nauseous.
It took me a long while to feel my stomach settle down a little. I walked back to sit next to Jack and suggested worriedly, "Should we leave here?"
This place is really weird.
"Leaving here will mean death in the desert." Jack raised his eyebrows and looked at me with a cold tone.
Staying means death, leaving also means death. The only way is to find the eye of the formation, which will give you a glimmer of hope.
"Jack? Why are you here too?" At this moment, there was a sudden cry of surprise from behind me. I turned around and saw the fat man carrying Xiao Ding on his back and appeared behind us.
"Fatty? Xiao Ding? Great, you're not dead!" I suddenly stood up from the ground and ran towards them.
"Get out! I won't die even if you die!" The fat man put Xiao Ding on the ground and cursed at me with a smile.
I looked at the unconscious Xiao Ding, frowned at the fat man and asked, "What happened to Xiao Ding?"
"I don't know either. When I woke up, Xiao Ding was unconscious next to me. He hasn't woken up yet." The fat man shook his head blankly, indicating that he didn't know what happened. Then he looked at me and asked, "Do you know where this place is? I clearly remember being dragged to the bottom of the river by a water ghost, and I woke up in this damn place."
I explained to him the secret of the deserted island that Jack had just told me, and then said that I suspected it was a conspiracy of the water ghosts.
The fat man nodded in understanding, indicating that he understood.
I looked at Fatty's face, which showed no resentment at all. I glanced at Jack cautiously, then pulled Fatty aside and asked softly, "Fatty, when Jack pried my hand away while we were underwater, didn't you hate him?"
Why did he look like nothing happened when he met Jack again?
The fat man was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "What are you thinking! I'm fine, right? Jack is so smart, he must have his reasons for asking you to let me go."
I looked at his innocent smile and thought that the fat guy was really generous.
But he was secretly relieved because he didn't want any of them to harbor any grudges, because doing so would be tantamount to self-destruction in this deserted island full of dangers.
After I finished talking to the fat man, I walked back. Jack looked up at me meaningfully. I pulled my lips uncomfortably and avoided his gaze.
Jack chuckled softly and went straight to the point without asking any further questions: "Now we must find the center of the formation to survive, and the center of the formation must be somewhere in the city in front of us."
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