The villain is being forced to whitewash again

The white sun hangs high in the cloudless sky. The yellow sand under the feet is soft, sinking into the boots a few centimeters, and pulling out again. The border of the desert seems to never touch the limit.

Both legs were tired, Qin Shi stopped, took out a water bag from his arms, opened the cork and poured it into his mouth, only one drop fell down the bottle mouth, which was pitifully small.

Throwing the useless empty water bag on the ground, he was exhausted and lay on his back on the desert to catch his breath. It was extremely quiet here, with the occasional sound of wind passing by in his ears, as if he had fallen into a frozen sea Here, the only difference is that the real sea does not have the scorching heat that can burn the lungs.

Suddenly, the faint sound of bells shaking came from somewhere, he sat up suddenly from the sand, and wondered if he had an auditory hallucination, closed his eyes, surrounded by the darkness, jingling bells bell……

He opened his eyes in an instant, got up, picked up the empty water bag that had been discarded just now, and stumbled towards the place where the bells kept ringing.

The climate in the desert always changes like the rain in June. The weather is still clear one second, and the next moment is wild with yellow sand, without giving anyone a chance to react.

The design of the inn is not exquisite. The walls made of stone and the wooden boards are slightly decorated to make it look less shabby. There is no problem of overcrowded places at all.

Several tall and heavy stones were piled up next to the two doors. A stick was stuck on the top, and a tattered triangular flag was tied to it. No matter how the wind swayed it, it would not move.

Inside the station, it is as wild as the sandstorms that often come and go outside. Large groups of spider webs are knotted in the corners, no one cleans them up, and the spiders are happy to relax. The color of the wood is old, and there is a layer of clearly visible grease on the surface of the table. People can't help but wonder if the store has wiped the guests after the meal.

The shopkeeper was holding a fly swatter, watching the fly flying around the head and finally resting slowly on the fake antique vase. The fly was still scratching its antennae with its feet, unaware of the imminent danger.

Just about to slap this annoying fly to death, suddenly a person slapped on the door, holding on to the edge of the door, looking very tired, the shopkeeper slipped his hand in surprise, and the fly didn't Hit it, but the fake antique vase smashed to the ground vigorously, in exchange for the flies flying away slowly in front of it, as if mocking.

"Is there any water for sale?" The man walked up weakly, leaning his arms on the counter, and said hoarsely.

Another person came to the desert looking for death. The shopkeeper rolled his eyes and said bluntly, "One ingot of silver ingot and one bowl of water."

Sneering from the bottom of my heart, this person will definitely shout in surprise how can it be so expensive, robbery, and then brazenly argue with him.

He has long been familiar with these little brats who dare to go into the desert alone without common sense. The price of water is expensive, so he wants to teach these guys a bloody lesson, taste the dangers of the world, and see if they don’t have two brushes in the future. Don't dare to fight with the axe.

The two silver ingots were thrown on the counter, and the man said hoarsely, "Two ingots of silver ingots, give me two bowls."

Um?Why don't you play your cards according to the routine? The shopkeeper was confused, seeing the man urging him again anxiously, he had no choice but to collect the money, and reluctantly went to pour two bowls of cool water and put them on the counter.

The man picked up a bowl and drank it straight away. It seemed that the organs in his thirsty body were about to catch fire. He put it down and picked up another bowl. The shopkeeper thought he was going to drink it up again, but he never expected it He poured such precious water directly into his hand, and wiped it on his dirty face that could not be seen clearly.

Hell, the shopkeeper was dumbfounded, what is this doing? !

He took out a fairly clean veil and wiped it on all sides of his face. After a few simple strokes, he finally breathed a long sigh of relief. He pulled it off his face, and faced the store again with a completely new face. The waist slumped on the shoulders, soft, which made the facial features more cold and handsome, with an indescribable deterrence in the eyebrows.

From him who was still in a state of embarrassment just now, he felt a unique temperament. He has lived in the desert for half his life, and the shopkeeper with a sharp eye began to doubt his judgment that has never had a problem. Could it be... this is a veteran?He asked tentatively: "Guest, why did you come to this desert alone? You have no camels and no companions. You are just courting death."

The man said suffocating words lightly, "I was looking for a place where it was not convenient to bring many people, so I came alone. The early stage was smooth, but six days ago, a sandstorm happened at close range, and the camel was swept away. , so these days you can only rely on walking.”

Digging the trench, the sandstorm is in front of you and you are still alive, and then you walked alone in the desert for six days, you are a god alive!The store owner was deeply shocked, this is not a young man who is a master, he is definitely a first-class veteran!

Shocked and admiring, he went directly to pour a bowl full of water. This is a bowl of water for a silver ingot, so he just gave it to him.

Looking at the bowl of water, he asked puzzledly: "I didn't say I want another bowl."

The shopkeeper held it with his own hands and said with admiration: "No, no, you misunderstood. I don't charge one or two dollars for this bowl. I gave it to you. I have never seen such a master with such courage and skill in my life. I hope you Don’t refuse this small gesture, it’s not a respect at all.”

The shopkeeper was so determined, so he just took the bowl of water and drank it, and put down the empty bowl, "Thanks then."

At this time, I happened to see a sword hanging around his waist. The brilliance was dazzling, and the diamond decoration was so luxurious that the shopkeeper couldn't help but exclaimed: "Excuse me, is that an antique sword you carry with you?"

"You mean this?" Taking down the sword hanging from his waist, the shopkeeper stared at the sword intently, the only one in sight, and spoke with a greedy voice, "Yes, yes, there is something wrong Please, can you touch it for the younger generation?"

"Touch it if you want."

With the antique sword in his hand, the shopkeeper couldn’t help touching and amazed. The hilt and scabbard were inlaid with beautiful and clear blue-red-yellow gemstones. The patterns were strange, but the ghosts did not look exaggerated, like bats and grimaces.

Pull out the scabbard easily, and wave it on the counter in a small way. It is light and strong, and flicks the blade lightly in mid-air, and there is a muffled sound of ringing in the ears, as if it is going to circle around the inn. On the third day, Liang couldn't help sighing like a peerless beauty who was sinking fish and wild geese: "It's really a peerless sword that has been tempered for thousands of years..."

Reluctantly returning it to him, the shopkeeper saw the sword hanging on his waist again, and couldn't help asking: "Forgive me for talking too much, but you can tell that it is from the Central Plains at a glance. Where did it come from?"

The shopkeeper watched curiously, but his thoughts gradually went back to sixteen days ago——

Holding the thick letter paper folded in his hand, Qin Shi studied it under the oil lamp. There were many blank spaces with only sporadic words on it, while English was spelled intermittently on other white paper at the end.

'Want to go home The opportunity is right in frontofus. The map is in the room of the man with the scalpel. Do you understand baby.'

The crooked English spelling seems to be intentional, to prevent him from seeing who left the handwriting. How could there be English in the ancient Central Plains? Except for his master Li Gousheng, no one is so nervous to write a bunch of fluttering words. Sprinkle the bird essays that no one can understand, and pat him on the shoulder, saying that in order to expand his knowledge, he will not be afraid to travel around the world after learning English well.

Bullshit, he tore up a few pieces of paper expressionlessly, and watched his master groaning and thumping the ground. In this ancient time where even eating a piece of seafood would cause poisoning and death, let the map span more than half of various oceans before we talk about it. !

At that time, he was forced to learn a lot of English and just wanted to roll his eyes. He certainly didn’t expect that it would come in handy at this moment. Looking at the last paragraph——Do you understand baby. He fell into a strange silence, which is the master’s favorite mantra , he didn't think it was a coincidence, but why?

The letter casts a bait, go home, how tempting the word looks.

He put away the letter paper, turned around to pack his luggage, and according to the prompt above, it was not enough to agree to Jiang Jinzhi's request, another condition had to be found.

He left the capital and rushed to the Beigong Palace. He didn't even put on the usual disguise and showed his true colors. The gate of the Beigong Palace opened.

Hearing the sudden arrival, Zhao Yuan saw the letter paper just after he appeared. He was still puzzled at first, but when his eyes met those English words, his face immediately changed, and he was silent for a while and said, "Come with me."

When he came to the room where he lived, he took out an old but well-preserved book from the locked drawer, and handed it to him with a very solemn expression, "Turn to the last page."

Turning to the last page as he did, his name was written crookedly on it, and Qin Shi also had a note - the former leader of the Demon Cult, and a new line of English was spelled below, which made people frown even more.

'Where to come from, Just go somewhere.'

Zhao Yuan's voice was deep, "I thought it was just a joke left by my grandfather's friend in medical books 100 years ago, but unexpectedly, you will really appear on this day."

"...I don't understand." He said to himself, confused about the purpose of the person who wrote this, doubts took root in his heart.

Zhao Yuan didn't say anything, just knocked a few times in front of a wall, walked over, pried open a floor somewhere, and took out a rectangular iron box from inside, which looked heavy and covered with dust.

"This is something that has been handed down from our family through two generations. It is as old as this book of medical skills written by a fairy." The lid of the box fell to the ground, and a sword was pulled out from it. The strong exotic style is very ghostly. , Zhao Yuan held it with both hands and handed it to Qin Shi, "I think the person he wants us to give it to is you."