Chapter 915: The Land of Bandits

After eating and drinking enough, Zhao Chuanxin patted his belly and puffed out smoke.

The waiter had the discernment this time and hurriedly removed the napkins and messy cups and plates.

Zhao Chuanxin said to Maria: "Why do you always look at dead people? Don't be afraid of death. Everyone will die, but not everyone will survive."

Maria paused, took a sneak peek at Aristotle between her cigarettes, and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, what does it mean to have survived?"

Zhao Chuanxin revealed a row of new teeth that were so neat and so white that it made people tremble: "What do you know?"

"Sir, I can't shoot a gun, ride a horse, or even knit."

"You are young, don't be discouraged just because you don't know these three things." Zhao Chuanxin blew out a smoke ring and said, "After all, you are not the only ones who don't know these three things."

"..." Maria suddenly laughed: "Sir, can you give me some serious advice?"

Zhao Chuanxin sighed and put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray: "If I could help you succeed, would I still kill someone just because I came in for a meal while evading the fare?"

Maria couldn't stop laughing.

Aristotle was furious.

What the hell is this?

Is this woman crazy?

He is a murderer.

Jack the Ripper at least knew he had done something bad and hid it.

But what about this person? He killed people blatantly.

How can you talk and laugh with him?

Zhao Chuanxin stood up, buttoned up his buttons, and said to Maria: "I see that all aspects of your etiquette have been deeply rooted in your bones, but you are also a bit rebellious. At least you have a good background. Believe me, Maria, only those who work hard can Only people know..."

"Sir, what do people who have worked hard know?"

Zhao Chuanxin put the Humboldt hat on the corner of the chair back on his head: "Only those who have worked hard know how important background is."

"Chichi..."

Zhao Chuanxin smiled at her, which made Maria's heart tremble.

She didn't know what was wrong with her. She was clearly scared at first, but now she hoped that Zhao Chuanxin would not leave in a hurry.

Zhao Chuanxin looked around and saw a cello in the corner where a band had fled without taking it away. His eyes suddenly lit up: "Maria, do you know how to play the cello?"

These noble ladies have been influenced by art. Some can paint and some can play.

That's why Zhao Chuanxin asked this question.

Maria nodded: "Yes."

"Look, don't you have a specialty?" Zhao Chuanxin said with a smile, "Unlike me, my specialty is a specialty."

Maria blushed.

She got up and walked to the cello and asked Zhao Chuanxin: "Sir, what do you want to listen to?"

Zhao Chuanxin said: "I'll hum a few words and see if I can pull it out."

Zhao Chuanxin hummed a few words.

Maria played the cello. Her skin was as white as snow, her mouth was a bit big, and she looked serious when playing the cello.

When she looked up, her big eyes reflected the tall figure of Zhao Chuanxin with his hands in his pockets.

The corners of her mouth were raised, and there were two beautiful arcs at the corners of her mouth.

Then, she was immersed in the sound of the music she played.

She just felt that this piece of music was mysterious and magnificent, solemn but melodious, so she lowered her head and played it carefully. When Zhao Chuanxin finished humming a few lines, she looked up again, and Zhao Chuanxin had already pushed the door open and walked out.

She stood up suddenly, then sat down sadly and started playing again.

An excerpt from "Game of Thrones" was repeated by her repeatedly, becoming more and more passionate.

Outside, Zhao Chuanxin waved to the British guy who had been rude to him before but was still watching the excitement: "Come here."

The British guy looked around. Everyone was staying away from him, as if they were avoiding the plague. Only his big-wave wife didn't leave, but she also looked uneasy.

The British man held the side of the boat with one hand and held his wife's arm with the other. He was extremely nervous.

When Zhao Chuanxin saw that he was not moving, he walked towards him.

The crew members waiting at the door of the restaurant were carrying rifles, but they dared not raise their guns.

But he warned: "Sir, don't go any further."

Zhao Chuanxin glanced at him and said without stopping, "What else?"

The crew was speechless.

In full view of everyone, Zhao Chuanxin came to the British guy, looked down at him and said, "Fuck, what did you say to me before?"

The Englishman murmured and did not dare to answer.

Zhao Chuanxin suddenly threw an uppercut.

The British man was knocked stiff by a punch and immediately fell down in a daze.

Zhao Chuanxin stepped on his chest and began to loosen his belt.

His wife covered her face with black leather gloves and screamed.

Zhao Chuanxin's face was full of gentleness, and he stretched out his hand to gently wipe away the tears on Da Lang's face: "Sister-in-law, don't be stupid, I never hit a woman."

Just when the woman silenced her voice, Zhao Chuanxin slapped her away with his backhand.

Snapped……

The woman was slapped to the ground and her screams stopped abruptly.

People around: "..."

Big Wave covered his face: "..."

Zhao Chuanxin released his restraints.

Wow...

The British guy on the ground was aroused by the heat and woke up.

After discovering what was going on, his eyes immediately became bloodshot.

This is simply a disgrace.

He struggled hard, but Zhao Chuanxin's forty-three-yard feet prevented him from moving at all.

Zhao Chuanxin trembled.

After cleaning himself up, he let go of his legs.

The British guy on the ground was so choked that he had forgotten the horror of life and death. He got up from the ground and let out a roar that would make even the stormy winds and waves of the North Atlantic in January feel inferior.

Then he rushed towards Zhao Chuanxin.

Zhao Chuanxin grinned, bent his knees, bounced, stood firmly on the side of the ship, then leaned back and jumped.

In mid-air, he took out the soft golden armor, stretched out his hands and put them in, and before falling into the sea, the soft golden armor was closed.

Plop...

Everyone was in an uproar, and hurriedly gathered at the side of the ship to look down.

In the turbulent sea, where was the figure of the Chinese?

The Englishman was ashamed and angry.

He looked at everyone, and felt that everyone's eyes were full of mockery, and everyone had bad intentions.

He ran to the side of the ship and looked back at his wife.

The big wave seemed to have noticed his intention, and climbed up from the deck, and when the man stepped over the side of the ship with one leg, he went over to hug him and pulled him back with all his strength: "Don't..."

The Englishman was pulled back by his wife who was anxious to unleash his potential.

He sat on the deck dejectedly, sighing like a lost soul.

He was about to collapse in the public eye after being sneered at.

Those who humiliate others will always be humiliated by others.

He suddenly understood this truth.

But how many people in this world can empathize with him?

The spectators around him were indifferent to the matter, but they did not think that there was anything wrong with their attitude. They still looked down on who they should look down on as long as the matter did not fall on themselves.

Using history as a mirror, you may not know the rise and fall; using people as a mirror, you may not know the gains and losses.

After Zhao Chuanxin entered the water, he sneaked out of the range of the Lusitania before rising to the surface and galloping eastward on the Misty Traveler.

It is true that his soft gold armor can be sealed, but the oxygen stored for breathing is limited, and his diving time is only slightly longer than normal diving.

He seemed to have left that "belt", and the waves were no longer so urgent.

He ran from 6 pm to around midnight and saw a cargo ship carrying ore and went to sleep.

So far, the pure travel time was almost thirteen hours.

Zhao Chuanxin was exhausted physically and mentally. He found a safe place to let Xingyue protect him and fell asleep.

He woke up after sleeping for about six hours.

After waking up, he took out the egg pudding, chicken roll, puff pastry and bread wrapped with salmon mayonnaise that he had taken from the first-class restaurant of the Lusitania yesterday and heated them up for a meal.

He sat cross-legged in the cabin of the cargo ship and took out the "Old God Code" to refresh the progress.

Zhao Chuanxin was moved by his own hard work.

"In this era, who else has the spirit of hanging the head on the beam and piercing the thigh with a needle except Zhao?"

[I walked to the edge of the bandit land. There were dead trees standing in the desert. The branches of the dead trees were hung upside down with hanging bags. The strange hanging bags looked like honeycombs, which made me dare not act rashly. ]

[Curiosity drove me closer. At this time, a rolling bag appeared on the sand. I took out the scoop net cautiously, thinking it was another praying beetle, but I saw a strange and fat beetle with its butt exposed on the sand. ]

[With the net in hand, I was not too worried, but a foul smell came with the wind. ]

[When I held my breath, it was too late. I only felt the sand in front of me fluttering and pouring into the blue sky. Indistinctly, the sand formed the image of the God of Spiritual Tribulation in the sky. The God of Spiritual Tribulation roared at me. I vaguely saw the Red Island female hunter behind the God of Spiritual Tribulation, with hatred in her eyes. Although she didn't speak, I knew she was looking for the Red Island female monk and wanted to seek revenge on her. ]

Zhao Chuanxin believed that the stench sprayed from the butts of the bugs in the sand had a hallucinogenic effect, and these were all hallucinations caused by the fearless pioneer.

[I couldn't help but take a few steps forward. ]

[My hand seemed to touch something soft. I looked up and looked carefully, and found that it was actually the Red Island female monk. The softness I touched was her... ]

Zhao Chuanxin: Child, you are most likely thirsty.

[I exerted a little force, then more force, and more force... The Red Island female monk was retreating, and I followed her step by step. 】

【The things in front of me disappeared suddenly, the sand was still sand, and I had walked to the dead tree, and I broke the hanging bag hanging on the dead tree. After the hanging bag was broken, sticky liquid and tiny seeds fell out. So, it was not the Red Island nun at all, everything was my illusion. 】

【Countless fart beetles drilled out of the sand, swallowed the mucus splashed by the hanging bag, and when they squirmed, the seeds in the hanging bag were buried deep in the sand. 】

【When I looked back, I was shocked to find that I had not just broken one hanging bag, but all the hanging bags on the dead trees. 】

【Just when my body was about to excrete the toxins, new fart beetles would release toxins, forcing me to walk this distance unknowingly. 】

【I hurried away from the dead tree area, but I heard a conversation in front of me. 】

【I saw two people wearing sand bandit robes digging in the sand and picking out the sand shells condensed by the praying beetles from it. 】

【They put the sand shells into the bag behind them. 】

【The tall sand bandit said: With today's praying beetle sand shells, I have collected enough materials to build a house. 】

【The short sand bandit said: You are so lucky, you can get married and have children, but I am still far away. 】

【I think they are very smart. Praying beetle sand shells are hollow and lighter than stone bricks. Using sand shells to build a high tower can also reduce the amount of mushroom mucus used. 】

【The residents of the Rune Desert have always hated the sand bandits and thought they were extremely vicious. 】

【But I saw these two sand bandits today. They are no different from ordinary people. They are also busy all day long to build houses, get married and have children. 】

[I followed the two sand bandits and listened to their chat. Apart from food, clothing, shelter and transportation, they did not talk about the evil deeds of robbing traveling merchants. ]

[I can't be sure whether they have never done such things or simply avoid talking about it. ]

[There are underground rivers deep underground in the Cursed Desert, but not everyone has the strength to dig deep into the fixed quicksand. Even if a deep well is dug, the sand wall bonded by mushroom mucus may collapse due to years of moisture erosion. In many cases, this collapse is a disaster for a tribe. ]

[The two sand bandits ran out of drinking water, and soon they went home. ]

[I followed them from a distance, and when the sun sank into the undulating sand dunes in the distance, I put on a shadow cloak. ]

[Finally, I followed them to the place where the bandits were. ]

[I stood on a sand dune, and in the remaining daylight, I saw an unusually huge skeleton that looked like a mountain. In the gaps between the skeletons, the bandits used thinner bones as frames, built sand walls on the outer part that was easily eroded by the strong wind, and used various fabrics to build tents on the inner side. 】

【Xingyue told me: According to the records in the classics, the huge skeletons in the bandits' land were left behind by a certain god after he died in the war. Its corpse bred evil and greed, attracting countless people with ulterior motives to come here. The unwillingness and roar of the gods echoed here every night. 】

【I saw many bone pillars like the trunks of towering trees. The tallest one was hung with a flag fluttering in the wind. On the flag was painted a black dragon full of anger and extremely ferocious. 】

【The flag had been eroded by the wind and sand, so one of the black dragon's legs was missing, the black dragon's sharp jaws were broken, and the black dragon's dark armor seemed to be pierced by countless sharp arrows. It seemed to be surrounded by the enemy with only a lonely courage left, but it still wanted to fight to the end. 】

【But the bandits under that ferocious flag seemed extremely peaceful at this time. There was no sign that they were the kind of evildoers who ate human flesh raw as the residents of Rune City said. They also ate common desert beans and giant beetle jerky. They valued water more than the residents of Rune City, and even used fine sand to rub their hands and faces instead of water, but this made the skin on their hands crack due to lack of water. 】

【The descendants of the nobles once told me that the entrance to the mine leading to the sound-absorbing cold iron ore was in the center of the bandit land, where it was guarded by a large number of desert rangers. 】

【The strength of the desert rangers was roughly equivalent to that of the explorers in Middle-earth. 】

【The descendants of the nobles also said that each sand bandit tribe was led by a black dragon knight who led many desert rangers and ordinary sand bandits, and the bandit leader led all the sand bandit tribes under the bones of the gods. Each black dragon knight had his own unique skills, and his strength was not weaker than the fearless pioneers in Middle-earth. 】

【So, this is a mission full of dangers, and I have to be very alert. ]

[Although I was wearing a shadow cloak and it was dark, I was still careful to find a place where no one was around to walk under the bones of the gods. ]

[On the way, I saw the place where the black dragon rested, which was cleaner than ordinary people's homes. ]

[Suddenly, the black dragon raised its head and looked at me in confusion. ]

[I didn't dare to breathe, and secretly put desert roots on the soles of my shoes to reduce the vibration when I walked. After all, the black dragon is a creature with poor vision but keen hearing, smell and touch. ]

[I bypassed the black dragon without any danger, and walked for a long time before I arrived at the center of the bandit land. ]

[Sure enough, there was a dark cave entrance there. ]

[The cave entrance was supported by a circle of giant beetle shells, and around it were desert rangers wearing tight black robes and carrying various weapons. ]

[This gave me the excitement and pleasure of taking something without asking in public. 】

Zhao Chuanxin was ashamed, he had indeed trained a habitual thief.

[Just as I was secretly delighted, a desert ranger with a mechanical fake eye suddenly shouted at me: Who is there? ]

[I was shocked! ]