The east is white.
The first ray of sunlight pierced the haze on the horizon, dyeing Gobi Desert into a bleak gray-yellow color.
Old Yan was forcefully dragged back to reality by the pain that penetrated his soul.
His consciousness first came into contact with a Chaos darkness, and then the lungs in his chest seemed to be repeatedly pulled by thousands of rusty iron brushes.
He tried to open his mouth and moan, but all he could make was a loud leaking sound from his throat, like a bellows that had been stepped on.
Something cold and hard hit his mouth.
"Chew, swallow."
Fang Mo is squatting next to him.
That young man who used to have a somewhat worldly air was now surrounded by a kind of coldness that could not be overcome.
In his hand, he held a few pieces of Raw Horse Meat with ice residue. These meats were taken from the Dragon Blood Qilin Horse that fell yesterday.
The blood on the surface of the horse meat has solidified into dark purple lumps, shining with an evil color in the dim light.
Old Yan did not hesitate, he knew that in this hellish place, refusing to eat would mean completely surrendering to death.
He mobilized the remaining molars in his mouth and squeezed the tough horse meat with all his strength. The strong fishy smell mixed with the blood that had not completely dried up exploded on the tip of his tongue, and then slid all the way down the esophagus into the exhausted stomach.
The arrogant Blood Qi in the raw meat lower abdomen made his almost stagnant heartbeat regain some rhythm.
There were intense bursts of chewing sounds nearby, which was extremely heavy.
Iron Bull is holding a horse's thigh and chewing it vigorously.
The recovery power of this silly big guy is simply inhuman. Yesterday half of his shoulder was gone, but today the wound has sprouted tender new flesh. Although it still looks scary, at least he can move.
As for Qian Dagui...
The fat man was still unconscious, but his breathing had stabilized, and the strange golden light on his body had faded, replaced by a thick layer of dead skin.
Apparently, that drop of Golden Body Liquid not only connected his bones, but also tempered his fat body.
"The car is gone."
Old Yan swallowed the last mouthful of horse meat, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at the pile of broken copper and iron, "Walking on two legs, with these two oil bottles, you can't get out of this Gobi."
Li Mingyue is still unconscious, and Qian Dagui is like a dead pig.
In its heyday, Old Yan and Iron Bull could run very fast if each one carried one on his back.
But now, the young and old are struggling to walk on their own.
"Who said you were leaving?"
Fang Mo stood up and walked to the pile of carriage wreckage.
He did not pick up the broken yellow Golden Chariot shafts, nor did he care about the scattered jewelry and jade.
His eyes fell on the corpses of Qilin Horse.
Dragon Blood Qilin Horse, although the blood is thin, the bones are extremely hard. Even if the flesh and blood dries up, the stock Ominous Aura is still locked in the bone marrow.
"Get up."
Fang Mo Tick your toes lightly on the ground.
A cloud of gray-black mist spread from beneath his feet, instantly covering the eight horse corpses.
That is the mixed application of the two Divine Treasury powers [Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form] and [Rotten Sac Returning to Truth].
Under Old Yan's horrified gaze, the dead horse corpses actually moved.
The skin and flesh quickly rotted and fell off, turning into pus and blood and seeping into the ground, leaving only a pale skeleton.
Immediately afterwards, those skeletons began to be dismantled and reassembled under the guidance of Black Mist.
The ribs became the keel of the carriage, the leg bones became the wheel axles, and the skull was embedded in the front of the car, with two faint green fires burning in the empty eye sockets.
That's how long it takes to make a cup of tea.
A huge carriage made of bones appeared in front of everyone.
It has no wheels, and the bottom is a multi-legged structure composed of several Spines connected together. It looks like a huge Centipede or a moving tomb.
"What Evil Arts is this?" Old Yan's eyes twitched and he almost dropped the Pipe Bowl in his hand.
He has been in Heavenly Prison all his life and has seen many underhanded tricks, but this method of turning a corpse into a vehicle on the spot is the first time he has seen it.
"Effort-saving technique."
Fang Mo patted the ferocious Bone Carriage, making a crisp sound of gold and iron, "Get in the car."
Iron Bull didn't react at all. In his simple world view, as long as it was made by the boss, even shit would smell good.
He took a step forward and threw Qian Dagui in like a chicken, then turned around and carefully carried Li Mingyue into the corner where several damaged animal skins were spread.
Old Yan sighed, knocked on his pipe, and climbed into the position that belonged to the coachman.
"Sit tight."
Fang Mo sat at the top of the carriage, with no reins in his hands, only the string of Human Bone Prayer Beads wrapped around his wrists.
A thought moved my mind.
Bone Centipede Those dozens of legs exerted force at the same time, piercing deeply into the hard sand.
Whoosh!
This non-existent "car" jumped out close to the ground.
Extremely fast and extremely smooth.
The wind and sand are blocked out by an invisible barrier, which is the Dragon Killing Aura remaining in Qilin Horse Corpse.
In the carriage, Qian Dagui, who was in a coma, seemed to sense the eerie bumps and muttered, "... soft sedan... I want to take the soft sedan..."
"There is no soft sedan."
Fang Mo's voice came from above the head, with a hint of joking, "There is a mouth in the coffin. If you don't wake up, I will throw you out to feed the wolves."
I don't know if he was stimulated by this murderous aura, but Qian Dagui shuddered violently, and his small eyes squeezed into a slit by fat struggled to open them.
What you can see is the white skeleton.
"Ghost... ghost!"
Qian Dagui screamed and wanted to jump up, but found that his whole body was as stiff as if molten iron had been poured into it, and he could not move.
"Shut up."
Fang Mo slapped the roof of the car, causing the ribs to buzz.
"Save your energy. You have spent all your money, and now your life is on credit. If you scream again, I will pull the Golden Body Liquid out of you."
Hearing the words "all the money has been spent", Qian Dagui's face that was still a bit frightened instantly fell down, and turned into a Despair that was more uncomfortable than death.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and touched the empty Golden Abacus frame in his arms.
"It's gone... it's really gone..."
This Jiangnan Young Master who once regarded money as dirt and dared to hit people with Banknotes even when faced with Dharma Aspect Old Ancestor, is now like a child who has lost his beloved toy, with tears streaming down his face.
"Cry your ass."
Old Yan cursed in front, "It's good to be alive. The life of our car is worth more than gold now."
The skeleton car sped on Wasteland, leaving behind a winding trail of dust and smoke.
Fang Mo sat cross-legged on the roof of the car, looking through the wind and sand towards the West sky that was gradually turning bright red.
That's the color of Western Desert.
It is also the color of blood.
"This is just the beginning."
Fang Mo touched Prayer Beads on his wrist, feeling the little bald head inside that was desperately devouring Incense Vow Power's recovery, and the corner of his mouth raised a cold arc.
"Whether it is True Buddha or a fake Buddha, if you dare to reach out, you must be prepared to have your claws chopped off."