From Car Overlord To The World’s Top God

Lin Feng thought about it, then wrote:

"A few kilometers in the sky, three black vultures hover...

This vulture specializes in eating dead corpses, and if they find dead beasts in the desert, they will come together.

Under the scorching sun, the wind rushed from the southwest, with the last touch of time as if to strangle the dying person.

The sky is high and bright, so high that it seems to fly away and disappear at any time.

The wind and sand blew past mercilessly, already submerging most of Zhuang's body.

Only one head and upper body remained.

Old Zhuang was surprised that he was still alive, and he seemed to have never had the spirit before.

"Perhaps, this is what people often say."

Old Zhuang thought in his mind.

Since the age of fifty, he has never experienced the sense of relaxation anymore.

In Bandora, his filial descendants have long erected a stone monument and dug a grave for him.

Just waiting for him to be buried.

"Hey..." There was a trace of sarcasm on his face, and a feeble voice muttered to himself, "What to bury? As long as I close my eyes, the bald eagles above my head will immediately drag me out of the sand. It is estimated that as long as I close these eyes, I will never see the moon tonight again."

"Yes!" Elder Zhuang continued, "Those vultures have this ability. They will drag me out of the sand, then peck my eyes off, and use their sharp claws to tear me apart. My chest, dig out all my internal organs, and then gnaw them clean."

"They won't let me go, these beasts! Alas! What did I say to a group of beasts? Do the beasts have thoughts, do they let them go if I say this?"

"Haha..." He suddenly laughed a few times, his voice low as if he was about to disappear.

"Ahem--"

He coughed suddenly and violently, his face flushed with cough, and his mouth was dry, making his stomach feel uncomfortable.

Elder Zhuang exhausted his last strength, struggling to sit up in the sand.

"Ahem..."

He coughed vigorously again a few times, so that finally he coughed well.

People don't cough when lying in bed, but they are more comfortable to cough when sitting up.

This is a truth that old people understand.

"Wow--"

Accompanied by a sharp cry, a bald eagle came down from a high altitude and landed not far from Zhuang Lao.

The vulture turned his head and stared at the old man.

"Hehe... Old boy, your uncle is not dead yet, so he wants to eat up my meat."

Seeing this vulture, Mr. Zhuang couldn't block a place with anger.

At this time, an old picture suddenly appeared in his mind: a full moon hung in the deep blue sky, and underneath was a golden desert. Among them was a young man who wanted to sneak attack while sleeping with a short stick. His bald eagle smashed his head.

At that time, he was still young.

Now he is old.

If it weren't for the lack of water, and his vitality was plundered, he probably couldn't beat such a bald eagle.

Look how sturdy it is, it is the most majestic of the vultures that Mr. Zhuang has ever seen.

It dared to fly from the sky to the ground, face to face with humans, which shows that it is daring.

Most beasts are afraid of real humans.

"Wow-wow -"

The weird vulture yelled twice, but remained motionless, as if he was just grateful that he would win the final victory.

Elder Zhuang gritted his teeth and reached into the sand in secret.

Although he knew that his death date was approaching, and even though he knew that he hadn't worked hard, he still didn't want to give up.

He wants to grab a handful of sand and use it to scare this Damn it vulture.

Elder Zhuang had already thought that if the vulture flew over and attacked him, he would use the empty water bottle on his waist to smash the vulture's head.

Such an idea is tantamount to a fantasy, but it might be hope.

As long as one lives, one cannot give up self-salvation.

With a raised hand, the sky full of yellow sand shot straight towards the vulture, then quickly, "Wow--" yelled again, and the vulture flew away.

"Ha—" Mr. Zhuang laughed, because he was content with his victory.

"Huh—that's it!?"

At this time, a vague figure suddenly appeared in the distance.

Old Zhuang rubbed his eyes and saw clearly that it was a person walking towards here with a huge stone tablet on his back.

The harsh environment is only a fine line from death. In such a place, that person is still carrying a burden?

Weird people!

"Hey--"

After walking for more than 30 miles, Tan Cunnian cried out excitedly when he finally saw a living person.

Elder Zhuang didn't have the energy to respond. He raised the red cloth scarf to signal Tan Cunnian that he was still alive.

"call--"

When he arrived in front of Elder Zhuang, Tan Cunnian put down the stone tablet and took a long breath.

The young man in front of him made Mr. Zhuang amazed, not to mention that he did not look tired, the stone tablet that was just put down from his body was a few thousand kilograms.

From here there is still a distance from the outside world.

Could this young man come in from outside with such a stone monument on his back?

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The sound of the system made Tan Cunnian very happy.

"Hello old man! How do you call it?"

He smiled and greeted Mr. Zhuang.

Zhuang Lao opened a chapped lips, as if he wanted to speak, but couldn't make a sound.

"Dumb!?"

Elder Zhuang shook his head and pointed to his throat.

"Not dumb? Then why are you speechless?"

Elder Zhuang twisted away his empty 2.8 kettle again, letting Tan Cunnian know that he hadn't drank water for too long.

"It turned out to be so, wait a minute!"

Tan Cunnian untied her kettle, and then shook it. After a while, the kettle was filled with water.

"You drink, there are many."

As he said, he poured the water into the old Zhuang's kettle.

Elder Zhuang has tasted the taste of water more than once, and he has been wandering in the desert throughout his life.

Sometimes, it is common to not drink water for a day or two.

Elder Zhuang finished another pot, and Tan Cunnian filled him with another pot.

Soon, Mr. Zhuang felt strange. Why can't the water in the jug in this young man's hand keep pouring out?

Is there a well in it?

"Uh...boy, who are you?".

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