The strong sunset glow shone on the gorgeous golden desert and the tropical plants above their heads. The two climbed up from the slightly damp ground and looked at the sun that was gradually hiding behind the sandy slope.
The oasis they had just left had turned into the same sand.
Baomu knelt down and hugged the child of light, who was screaming in fear. The two looked at each other and then at the vast world around them, showing expressions of vicissitudes of life.
"It seems that the sandstorm just appeared to take away the oasis." Xiaolan said.
Baomu nodded, "Take us by the way."
Fortunately, they ran fast.
"When the catfish with identity in that oasis died, the oasis disappeared..." Xiaolan guessed, "Is it possible that in each oasis, there is a catfish representing the player?"
"Then when the player dies, the oasis disappears," Baomu agreed with Xiaolan's point of view, and then said, "Then there are total..."
The two walked to the other end of the oasis and looked into the depths of the vast desert.
Countless oases are scattered throughout the desert, exuding vitality like twinkling stars in the night sky.
"This is too much..."
Xiaolan even began to wonder if all the players except them were catfish?
While they were talking, an overwhelming sandstorm blew up a few hundred meters away from them, taking away a distant oasis in the blink of an eye.
It looks like another catfish has died.
As the competition progresses, both ordinary players and catfish players will face greater dangers.
The catfish that cheated is still like this...
The surroundings darkened, and Xiaolan and Baomu walked with heavy steps to the lake.
This oasis is no different from the one just now.
The two of them shook off the gravel from their bodies by the water and washed their faces again.
The surrounding scenery is as calm as the lake.
The two sat on the beach and smiled palely.
This feeling of being completely dominated by an unknown force is really not good...
"I wonder if there are catfish in this oasis." Baomu muttered casually.
Xiaolan was excited and turned to look at Baomu, "Brother Baomu, why don't we sneak down and take a look?"
Baomu looked back at her in surprise, "Now? Otherwise, we should wait until dawn."
The Son of Light was already drowsy. Xiaolan looked at the embarrassed Baomu and nodded, "That's okay."
The two rested against the same palm tree. The moment they relaxed, everything they had experienced in the past few days rushed back to Xiaolan's mind, and the fatigue swallowed her up like a sandstorm just now.
By the time she reacted, she was already in a dream.
This dream was very dazzling, messy, and ordinary. Xiaolan, who has specialized in dream research, knew that such broken and weird images were the content of normal dreams.
The irregular dreamland jumped and changed, and finally stopped on a complete and familiar green.
"Ah!...No!..." the green color shouted.
Xiaolan's eyes followed the green color in her dream, and the green color rose up, revealing a twisted and desperate face.
"Help me!"
It's green hair!
Lu Mao was lying on the ground, something grabbed his leg and dragged him forward.
"Backstage! Backstage! Pause the game!" Lu Mao ignored the dirt and weeds flying around his mouth and shouted with his eyes wide open, "Cancel this monster point! Cancel it damn quickly! I'm going to be eliminated!...
"
Xiaolan adjusted her perspective freely and came to a higher position.
What grabbed Lu Mao's legs were two green vines as thick as little fingers. Under the dim light and cover of the green grass, Xiao Lan didn't even notice them just now.
Looking further forward, at the end of the sight is a pool of dark river water. The vines extend out of the water and are dragging the green hair into the water.
Combined with Lu Mao's constant shouting, background? Pause? Monster point?
Xiaolan suddenly realized.
It turns out that Lu Mao is also a catfish.
Of course, the premise is that the content of this dream is true.
But why do I dream about green hair for no reason?
Only when you touch something related to the dream owner can you enter the real dream.
Related to green hair...
Xiaolan couldn't help but tremble in her heart as she looked at Lu Mao who was about to be dragged into the river as black as ink.
This oasis.
This is an oasis of green fur.
Thinking of this, Xiaolan's dream came to an abrupt end, and the scene finally stopped where Lu Mao was still two or three meters away from the river.
She opened her eyes suddenly.
Baomu hugged the Son of Light and fell asleep quietly beside him, while Xiaolan panted and looked at the sparkling lake.
The lake reflected the sky full of stars and the blue-purple sky. In the middle of the lake, a black spot floated quietly.
"No!" Xiaolan yelled and jumped up, "Brother Baomu, wake up! We have to run!"
Baomu was sleeping soundly leaning against Xiaolan, but Xiaolan jumped and knocked him directly to the other side. He rubbed his eyes and climbed up from the ground sleepily.
"What……"
"The catfish in this oasis are dead! A sandstorm is coming!"
Baomu woke up instantly. He followed Xiaolan's hand and pointed towards it. The floating dead fish confirmed Xiaolan's words.
In the distance, a dark cloud-like late-night sandstorm was approaching like a mouth of an abyss.
A few seconds later, the two ran out of the oasis. At this time, the lake had almost dried up, and the palm trees disappeared one by one. After a while, a sandstorm swept through this brand-new desert and rushed towards the two fleeing people.
.
Xiaolan ran with one bare foot on the cold sand, and another oasis was right in front of her.
Baomu ran ahead, looking back from time to time to confirm the positions of Xiaolan and Shabao.
Fortunately, they responded in time this time. The oasis was not far away, but the sandstorm was still some distance away.
Baomu had already arrived. He stuffed the Son of Light into the middle of his clothes and stretched out his hands to greet Xiaolan.
Xiaolan stepped hard.
There are still the last few dozen meters...
Suddenly, Xiaolan felt her body sinking suddenly.
I can't move any further.
It was even difficult to lift the legs. The fatal resistance was like something pulling on my ankles, just like the feeling when I got stuck in quicksand not long ago...
Xiaolan looked down and her heart suddenly became cold.
I got stuck in quicksand.
This time was different from last time. This time, I stepped firmly into the quicksand. The sand had already covered my calves and was about to swallow my lower body.
It's over, it's over this time...
Looking up, Baomu ran over.
"Brother Baomu, don't come here!" Xiaolan shouted loudly, "Don't come here!..."