Reverend Insanity

After a careful examination, the source did not find any traps.

Then he approached the dry body slowly, and when Jomo was only five or six steps away from the dry body, the mutation was lost.

Fangyuan couldn't help but curse in his stomach, because he lost control of the juvenile piracy once again and became a spectator again.

Juvenile burglar mumbles: “Is this man trapped at the bottom of the well, surrounded by the beasts, unable to escape? ”

Then he came to the dry corpse and started searching for the corpse with a moment of silence.

There were no accidents, dry bodies were common, and there were no pit traps.

In the course of the search for the corpse, the juvenile thief found that the dry corpse should have been a magician before he was born, with a good turnaround and a noble identity.

He didn't leave much of a trick behind, but the clothing lining on him sewed a map of sheepskin.

Juvenile theft days have yielded nothing but this sheepskin map.

In this underground cavity, the light is rather dim, and the juvenile theft sky sees only one blurred line on the map, not distinct.

He carried the map into his arms and searched the area carefully, but found nothing else.

Juvenile thieves are satisfied, however.

Because it's the most precious source of water in the desert.

He was also careful, first checking the quality of the water and finding that there was no problem before drinking it carefully.

The water came from deep underground and seemed to have taken a lot of effort to dig it up before the corpse was born.

Juvenile thieves took a sip of water and suddenly felt a cold refreshment. The bloody smell in their mouths, which had previously been drunk, also faded a lot.

The juvenile thief's throat knot rolled and this drool drew a strong impulse from his heart, followed by a direct bow to bury his face in the dark spring.

Knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock knock

A young thief sat on the floor without talking, his hands on the ground, his eyes closed, half a sigh later, satisfied with a long sigh.

Resting for a while, he reached out, covered his face with water, stood up and went back to the bottom of the dry well.

Juvenile thieves shivered, and the bottom of the dead well was much colder than the underground hole there.

Juvenile thieves, however, have a reason to be here.

He looked up at the wellhead, and although he had covered it with several layers of animal hide, the night breeze was so great that it had blown away the skin of the great beast, revealing a huge hole.

From the cave, the juvenile thieves see the stars hanging from the sky in the dark of the night.

He sighed, removing some of the animal skin from his body, and the felled wood, and quickly built the prototype of the bonfire. Subsequently, he drilled wood to ignite the fire, and after working hard on a cup of tea, he successfully lit the bonfire.

The smoke is not big, it drifts along the well head, and the warmth of the fire comes, gradually expelling the young thief from the sky.

Juvenile thieves initially roasted several pieces of animal meat, cooked them and swallowed their bellies.

Eating cooked food and feeling full made him sleepy.

But the juvenile thief withstood the impatience and took the newly obtained map of sheepskin into his hands with a faint light.

“The history of this sheepskin map seems to have been around for a long time. ”

“Huh? Doesn't it focus on the little oasis where my people live? ”

Juvenile thieves were astonished.

On this sheepskin map, the small oasis is highlighted with several lines of desert text next to it.

The text is rather small and seems to be too old for the vast majority to be blurred, leaving only a few words in the beginning, intermittent and clearest.

Juvenile thieves barely recognise it and read it out with difficulty: "Burial Fairy Place... Unknown... Curse...”

“Weird!” After a long time of thinking, he didn't come up with any more clues and couldn't help but tighten his eyebrows.

“I've been in this world for over a decade, and I've heard stories of fairies told by elderly people in my tribe. But these are legends. Is there really a fairy in the world? ”

“This does not seem impossible. If you look at the magician, you'll see that the world is strange enough that anything can exist. ”

“Burial of fairy land… is it true that the home of my life buried a fairy? ”

“But why the curse? What else is unclear? ”

“And this sheepskin map is weird. In this world, there are manglers of faith that can record maps and store messages. The dry corpse was supposed to be a powerful trickster before he died, so why would he want to use this map instead of the bug? ”

“This map of sheepskin was sewn into the lining of his clothes, and I wouldn't have easily spotted it if it hadn't been worn out. ”

“This sheepskin map should be important for such a solemn collection. But it's far safer to keep a map in a Channel Trickle. ”

Juvenile thieves murmur in the sky, and the light of thought flashes constantly in their eyes.

Fangyuan was always watching, and the mystery of juvenile theft had long been thought of by him. These were doubts, especially the existence of sheepskin maps.

“Forget it for now. This sheepskin map also shows the location of this dead well. I follow the instructions on this map and I can go back to the tribe. ”

Although juvenile thieves have no sense of belonging to this tribe, he also understands that living alone in this desert is completely impossible.

Without saying that there is a crisis in the desert, no one knows when the threat of life or death will suddenly strike. Food alone is also limited in the hands of juvenile thieves.

This little oasis is too weak.

His eyelids were like mountains, his vision of a juvenile thief's day quickly blurred, and he soon fell asleep.

He was so tired, not only physically tired, but also mentally torn.

As he slept, the horizon was dark.

In this darkness, Fangyuan felt the power of dream melting had dramatically increased several times, and his soul began to melt rapidly once again.

Fortunately, Fangyuan has had his previous experience, and now he is silently patient, waiting for the darkness to disappear.

The time of dreams is difficult to measure. After the darkness disappears, the soul of the source is cut by half!

When the field of view became clear again, Fang Yuan was surprised to find that the juvenile thief was tied up with five flowers and fell to the bottom of the dry well.

And in front of him stood a shady teacher.

The old magician was wrinkled, his hair was white, and he was already very old, and at this moment he was lean with that strange map of sheepskin in his hands.

He touched the sheepskin map with his hands constantly, revealing complex emotions such as fanaticism, emotion, greed, and so on in his eyes.

This look makes teenagers feel like they've met a pervert.

“Who are you? Why are you tying me up?” Juvenile thieves ask.

He felt aggrieved and, when he woke up, he was tied up and taken prisoner.

“You're lucky I didn't kill you, and you're still alive.” The old man spoke and sounded rather dull.

He carefully put the sheepskin map in his arms and looked at the juvenile thief: "Boy, are you from a clan? ”

Juvenile thieves didn't say anything.

Because he instantly understood the truth, the magician must know the value and the secret of this sheepskin map. The reason why he did not kill himself, but tied himself up, should be to use himself.

When the teacher saw that the juvenile thief heaven did not respond, his face suddenly sank again. He floated a few steps forward, as if he were a ghost, and stood silently in front of the juvenile thief heaven.

“Kid, don't think you won't talk. I don't know what's going on in your stomach. Hey, you probably haven't heard of my salmon name, so let me give you a little taste of what I'm good at. ”

The magician smiled and suddenly lifted his toe and kicked him hard.

At the tip of his toe, he was caught in the heart of the teenager, and for a moment, the intense pain almost let him go straight through his back.

Juvenile burglary was easily kicked off as if it were a broken sack, spinning against the well wall, pounding through and falling to the ground.

But the suffering was just beginning, and the days of juvenile theft began to sizzle and scream.

Because this foot of the magician teacher is not simple, the juvenile thief feels that his whole body is sore, and at the same time, the muscular viscera seems to have been subjected to thousands of ice needles and constant stabbing.

Severe pain makes it quite unbearable for teenagers to steal. Soon it hurts to communicate with tears and curls up like lobster.

“Kid, you know I'm good.” Teachers grinned in the shadows.

He was happy in his heart.

Juvenile burglary makes him listen, has a wonderful sense of satisfaction.

PS: Ten o'clock and a second more.