Quenched long order

Chapter 195 Sandman Hunter
A blond man got up from the ground. He looked around with doubtful eyes. He was the only one on the cold street.

Past memories came to his mind. Last night, he was delayed for some time due to work. In order to return home before night, he chose a path that he would not usually take. Unexpectedly, he encountered a robber. He tried his best to escape, but was still beaten unconscious with a wooden stick and all his belongings were taken away.

"Fortunately, at least I'm still alive...but here?"

The blond man raised his head and glanced at the dark sky. He couldn't tell the time and moved his eyes downward. The tower in his memory appeared in front of him, which instantly awakened his memory.

"Is it Ximu Port?"

He couldn't help but rub his eyes, looked ahead carefully, and blinked. Nothing in front of him changed.

In Ximu Port, the failure to contain the Sandman led to the spread of disaster. Eventually, the entire city fell and became a city that no one could set foot on.

"No, I left Ximu Port a long time ago. The Sandman didn't affect me at that time. These robbers were really crazy. Not only did they rob my money, they actually threw me into Ximu Port. They might as well kill me directly. .”

After the blond man finished speaking, he cursed a few times. His voice continued to fade away, leaving only silence.

"Gotta get out of here quickly."

The blond man found a way and started running.

The whistling wind echoed in my ears until a figure appeared in front of me.

The blond man raised his right hand high, wanting to ask for help, but after thinking carefully, he lowered his hand.

After getting closer, he could clearly see the figures in front of him. There were men and women, wearing daily clothes. These people were squatting on the ground, staring at the ground, gently touching the dust on the ground with their right hands, and did not notice anyone coming.

"You...what are you doing?" the blond man asked.

"Rain..." A hoarse voice squeezed out of his throat.

"Rain?" The man raised his head and glanced at the sky, then stretched out his hand and felt it carefully, but he did not feel any raindrops.

Just when he was about to retort, his eyes fell on the other party's feet, and he was surprised to find that the ground touched by the other party's hand was already wet.

The rain is indeed falling.

The blond man was a little curious, so he squatted down, stretched out his right hand, and touched the ground gently. The moist feeling coming from his palm was very real.

"The raindrops... are floating?"

Round raindrops emerged from between the fingers, floating on the back of the hand, and were still floating.

The blond man was stunned when he saw this scene. He quickly stood up and looked around. The raindrops from the ground were already floating around.

The air is dull and a heavy rain is brewing.

A loud thunder exploded, shattering the sky.

The floating raindrops seemed to have received the order to charge, and flew straight upward. The round body turned into a streamline, and then turned into an intermittent line segment until it was completely connected together.

In a daze, a light flashed through the blond man's mind. This light seemed to untie the shackles in his mind and let him figure out something.

About yourself, about the things in front of you.

He quickly squatted down, stretched out his hands, grabbed the shoulders of the half-crouched person on the ground, and raised the other person's head.

Just now, due to the angle, he had not been able to see clearly, but this time, he could see the other person's face clearly. It was a haggard face. Long-term malnutrition had caused the face to be sallow and thin. On this face, it was light blue. His eyes were empty and lifeless, staring blankly ahead.

This is...his face.

At this moment, in the heavy rain, he was lying on the ground, looking at the small puddles where raindrops splashed in front of him. In the puddles, it was his withered face.

Everything I saw and heard just now was just a dream born from the power of the Sandman.

He has never escaped from Ximu Port.

In that disaster, he was also a victim. Like other victims, he had been trapped in an eternal nightmare.

Death is a luxury.

The rain gradually spread over my palms, gradually over my cheeks, covering my nostrils and eyes.

In his last glance out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely saw a pair of shriveled black wings flying from above.

Black wings flew by, and the streets below were full of people, but they were quieter and more deserted than the deserted empty city. …

thump.

The clear sound of rainwater dripping into the lake echoed in my mind.

Sauer slowly opened his eyes. Everything in front of him had countless double images. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see anything clearly. Even his perception of the air was affected and he couldn't extend out. He could only circle around himself. , to judge whether your body is intact.

When the double images in front of me gradually merged, the physical pain took over again. At this time, the muscles all over the body were crying out for pain, as if every muscle had been torn apart and put back together again, which was even more difficult. What I endure is that there is a subtle pain coming from the brain, and every time it attacks, it makes people groan in pain.

bang.

The sound of the door opening came.

Sauer looked ahead warily, and what he saw was a man wearing a gray helmet. There were many stains on the man's face that had not been cleaned. He looked young, but his eyes were mature beyond his years.

He looked away. At this time, he also understood the environment he was in. Now, he was lying half on the floor. It might be someone's house. The person who came to the house in front of him was probably the homeowner.

"I ask, you answer." The man pointed at himself first, and then pointed at Shaoer. Seeing that Shaoer didn't respond, he added, "Do you hear me clearly?"

Sauer thought for a while and decided to observe the situation first. Since the other party had not done anything to him before, it was relatively friendly, so he nodded.

"Who are you? Where do you come from?" Every question the man asked was simple and clear. "You'd better not lie to me. It will be good for you and me."

"Saul." Sauer answered the first question, "Come from...Ximu Port."

He clearly remembered the reason why he came here. Although the brain meat was successfully delivered to the leader, it was obvious that the leader also had a way to deal with it, but it required a price. Obviously, he could not return to Ximu five years ago correctly. Hong Kong is the price.

"Ha." The man sneered, obviously not satisfied with the latter answer.

"Ximu Port five years later." Sauer added.

The man was stunned for a moment and stared at Shaoer, his eyes full of suspicion. However, as Shaoer looked at him firmly, the suspicion gradually dissipated. He retracted his gaze and waved his hand, "It's the same as what I thought. , you are from somewhere else.”

While talking, he walked aside, poured a glass of water for Sauer, and then walked back.

"Ever since the Sandman was out of control, few outsiders came to Ximu Port. Even if they did, they were mostly for experiments on some unlucky people."

The man handed the water glass to Sauer.

Sauer took the water glass but did not drink it. Although he was extremely thirsty now, he still wanted to wait. After all, he was not in good condition right now.

The man didn’t mind and continued:
"Originally, the Kingdom of Pelos would send special personnel to deal with it, but the Fanze Empire suddenly launched an attack and raided the border territories together with the surrounding small countries. I guess they will not be able to control this area for a while."

Sandman can't control it...

Sauer frowned slightly, the humid air making him more awake.

Based on what the man said, we can basically judge the current situation. Ximu Port has become an abandoned city. With the status of Ximu Port, the kingdom will definitely find a way to recover it, but it has been dragged into the quagmire of war, so it can only shelve it.

It seems that there is a relatively large deviation in time, but now that the Sandman has succeeded, Naven should also be dead. In this way, it is meaningless for the leader to return here. Her plan has gone bankrupt. Next, I just need to Finding Kraut and the others, and then looking for a way to get back, should be able to end all this. I wonder if Burry has also come here. If it is him, maybe there is a way to get back.

he thought.

"Do you really believe what I say?" Sauer asked.

The man touched his chin with his left hand, "How can I put it...compared to other thieves, your answer is more...creative, I quite want to believe it."

He walked to the door, stopped, and said in a deep voice:
"Whether you get what you want in Ximu Port or not, I suggest you leave here quickly. You are not affected by the Sandman this time. You are lucky. You may not be so lucky next time."

After saying that, he picked up the raincoat by the door and put it on, preparing to walk into the rain.

"Wait, what's your name?" Sauer stood up, put the water glass aside, and chased after him.

The man stopped, turned around and looked at Sauer, "Naven."

This name came to Sauer's ears along with the lightning in the sky.

"Navin Wilt?" Sauer subconsciously read out his full name.

The man's eyes were full of surprise, "Do you know me?" Then he nodded, "Yes, I am Navin Wilt. Some people also like to call me - Sandman Hunter."

(End of this chapter)