It could directly kill him (although Thales didn't know whether it was poisonous or not).

Recalling the frightening journey that day, Thales subconsciously touched the rip in the third-layer sleeve of his left arm and carefully swept away the surrounding stones.

Sure enough, after a larger slab-shaped stone was lifted, a "new friend" ran out dissatisfied.

Thales frowned and looked at the half-palm-sized black sand scorpion, its terrifyingly large pair of pincers and its inconspicuous tail spines. He stretched out his cane, ignored its protests, and smashed the sand scorpion.

The scorpion rushed far away.

Panting, he sat down and took out his water bag and the last of his food.

Everything in front of me seems to have remained unchanged. As the old crow said, there are only three things in the desert: the sun, sand, and sand.

Thales suddenly understood why the other party said sand twice.

What he saw these past few days told him that this was a world completely different from his daily cognition.

A boy who grew up in a slum in the city and was accustomed to streets and castles found a world that was unimaginable.

Thinking back to the countless dangers he encountered in just three days, Thales couldn't help but tighten his body:

Here the heat is as deadly as the cold, and the days and nights are terrible.

Here, life and crisis appear at the same time. The edge of the water pool, the source of life, is often the place where animals bury the most bones.

Here, he rarely sees living animals, and even if he does, their habits have changed drastically: snakes in the desert never walk in a straight line, but fold themselves into wavy shapes and "eject" laterally like springs;

Strange lizards burrow into the sand and seem determined not to go out until night; there seems to be no need for desert mice to have four legs because they rarely "walk normally" and prefer to touch the air and jump forward; in the sky

The occasionally flashing vultures seem to never stop and are making long journeys every day; while the color of the desert spiders is simply indistinguishable from the sand.

Here, he must be humble. Thales recalled Xixer's words and had to learn everything again, such as the jackals by the waterhole. Thales has since learned to follow the footsteps of the animals, at least

You can't go wrong.

Thales sighed, ate the last piece of cheese, and began to think about his most serious practical problems.

He ran out of food.

It was not that the prince had never suffered from hunger. The life in the abandoned house had never given him the experience of being full.

But he is in the desert.

This is fatal.

and……

The responders are still far away.

It’s not that Thales didn’t try to look for the fruits of plants. In fact, he did find the fruits of several strange plants on the leeward slope. He couldn’t hold back his hunger until he saw a dried skeleton next to him.

Oh My God……

Thales touched his forehead painfully. Who knows what else is edible in this desert.

At this moment, he glanced to the side with his peripheral vision: the unlucky sand scorpion whose nest was occupied hadn't gone far yet, and was still poking and knocking here and there, looking for the next habitat.

Looking at the scorpion, Thales touched his hungry belly and frowned fiercely.
Chapter completed!