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Chapter 140 Saltwater Magic Rice

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    John feebly dragged a corpse wrapped in a straw mat to the Falling Dragon Canyon. Legend has it that hundreds of thousands of years ago, a giant dragon fell from the sky and hit the ground, cracking a canyon, so it was called the Falling Dragon.  canyon.

    When he was young, John had the idea of ????exploration and was ready to look for the fallen dragon, but when he went to the canyon, he lost all interest.

    ¡°Instead of calling it Dragon Falling Canyon, it¡¯s more appropriate to call it Guano Ditch.¡± John disappointedly boasted to his friends at the time.

    Whether it is the Falling Dragon Canyon or the Guano Ditch, they have now become corpse dumps and mass graves for villagers. This is the sixteenth corpse he has dumped this month.

    The straw mats were not tied tightly and were dragged along. One of the hands of the corpse was exposed and scraped the ground.  This hand was so thin and skinny, with only skin and bones left, as if it had starved to death.

    John stretched out his foot and kicked the corpse's hand back into the straw mat. If possible, he would also like to give the corpse a coffin. Unfortunately, that was not possible. The straw mat was the only thing that could be obtained in the village, because there was a piece of land at the entrance of the village.  There are many reed swamps and straw mats.

    However, not many people have the strength to weave straw mats recently. They are all hungry. Since last year, there has been a famine in the village. There is less and less food to eat. After chewing reed roots for a while, people will starve to death.  More and more.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know if their village will still exist next year, or it may die out, and then gradually be buried by wind and sand. This does not seem to be a strange thing.

    On the edge of Zhuilong Lake, you can see traces of some earthen walls from time to time. These are villages that have been abandoned for various reasons for thousands of years, most likely due to famine.

    It was John's initiative to bury the deceased, because leaving the body in the village would most likely cause something bad to happen, but he didn't know how long he could hold on because he was also hungry.

    In the past two days, he has chewed some grass roots and white mud. The grass roots are okay, but the white mud will block the intestines. Many villagers who eat the white mud will die with bloated stomachs. It is very uncomfortable, but it is not as good as the feeling of being hungry.  Getting up is nothing.

    ??????????????? It¡¯s all about enduring it anyway, just take it one day at a time.

    In fact, John still has a glimmer of hope to find the dragon.  He heard dragon roars in Falling Dragon Canyon and saw a golden dragon flying across the sky several times.

    If he can find the dragon and get its protection, his village will most likely survive.

    It is rumored that the Oasis of Hope, two hundred kilometers away, has never been attacked by sand thieves, and has no famine or plague because of the protection of the dragon.

    A few years ago, some businessmen who wanted to engage in re-export trade in the oasis came to Zhuilong Lake. When they talked about the legend of the dragon, the businessman also complained that the crops in the oasis were single and they could only eat green dates and little lambs all day long.  Sour water and the like.

    At that time, John wanted to blow his head off on the spot and replace it with his own body.  How dare you complain when you have something to eat?  So what do they count if they don¡¯t even have a place to eat?  Hell?

    Maybe that giant dragon is the one that protects the Oasis of Hope. If it can take pity on and protect the Dragon Dragon Lake, then I am willing to dedicate everything to worship it.

    In front of him was the place where John dumped his body, a large pit of more than ten meters. He didn't dare to throw the body directly into the Falling Dragon Canyon, for fear that the dragon would be angry, but he also didn't have the strength to dig a hole for each body and bury everyone, so he could only  Throw them all together, and when you have enough strength, sprinkle a thin layer of soil on them and bury them.

    The corpse's hand was exposed again from the straw mat. John stretched out his foot to push it back into the mat, but as soon as his toes touched the corpse's hand, he suddenly felt his ankle tighten, and the corpse's hand actually grabbed his.  Foot master.

    "Ah!" John screamed with all his strength, struggled hard, broke away from the corpse's hand, kicked back, and accidentally retreated to the edge of the corpse pit, and cut his head in.

    Before he landed, he felt someone supporting him. When he looked closely, he was so frightened that he foamed at the mouth and fainted, because the people supporting him were Aunt Barr and Uncle Bull who died a few days ago.  At this time, they all climbed out of the straw mat, rolled their eyes, and faced John with their half-rotten faces.

    John who fainted did not know how long it took before he slowly woke up. The heads of two young dragons came to him. One of the young dragons smiled and said to him: "Are you awake? I didn't scare you."  Right? I'm sorry, we stomped our feet, but we stomped too hard. I'm sorry."

    "Dragon dragon dragon" John was speechless.

    "Oh, yes, yes, I am a dragon, the brass dragon. Just call me Nag. Are you a villager here?" Negris asked.

    "Yes, yes, dragon, dragon, big Sir, I, I, ah!" John has never left in his lifeRan?  "

    "Run? Why are you running?" Brusk smiled, arched his body, opened his mouth and roared at the shark crocodiles. A dragon-headed shadow appeared, opened his mouth, and groaned silently.

    The running shark crocodile bleeds from all its orifices as it runs, its scales fall off, one head is cut off, and it dies silently.

    John's eyes almost popped out when he saw it. Hundreds of shark crocodiles that could wipe out a village were actually roared to death by the man in front of him with his nostrils pointing upward. He found that what he encountered seemed to be something terrible.  It exists.

    Ange moved a few tons of grain out, cooked it first, and then asked John to bring a bag of beets back to call for help. He called all the people nearby who could move over. If he was too hungry to walk, he would cut a piece of beet for a cushion.

    When hundreds of people from several nearby villages heard that there was food to eat, they immediately rushed over with their families. When they saw the fragrant gruel, they knocked the soil with a pious sound.

    Big waves of soul flames came over, but Ange was confused. He used food to invite people to dig things.

    The villagers who had eaten and drank enough dug up a medium-sized dragon skeleton at the location pointed by Ange.

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