Yarra’s Adventure Notes Chapter 1337 - 1337 123 Water

1337: Chapter 123 Water?

1337: Chapter 123 Water?

“Pfft, pfft, pfft.” The girls, spitting sand from their mouths, patted down their clothes and struggled up from the ground.

During the fiercest part of the sandstorm, although there was a lot of blowing sand, only a few grains actually fell.

But as the storm was about to end and the wind speed decreased, the sand and gravel suspended in the air lost their driving force and started to fall, quickly covering everyone with a thick layer, burying almost half of the girls’ bodies in the ground.

Now, as they moved, sand, gravel, and dust fell off their clothes and hair, leaving them covered in dirt.

“Damn it, that’s why I said I hate storms, whether it’s a blizzard or a sandstorm, neither is any good,” Freya, being the largest in size, had the most dust clinging to her.

As she patted down the sand and dirt, she grumbled and complained, “I think storms should not exist at all, they’re just the wind god’s deep malice.”

“Don’t talk nonsense, careful not to be accused of blasphemy by devotees of the wind god,” Lina said, vigorously rubbing her prickly short hair and pouting, “Although I also think there’s nothing wrong with what you said.

And hey, you nitwit Vivian, how much longer are you going to lie there?

Get up quickly, or I’ll co over there and pinch you.”

“Hehe, I know you’re jealous of , but I forgive you,” the Mage girl leaped up nimbly, unraveling her two blue ponytails and vigorously shaking her head, trying to toss out the sand in her hair, “Actually, sandstorms are quite a nice natural phenonon, why don’t you guys like it?

Tsk tsk, it must be because you’re biased against storms.”

“You guys cut it out,” Catherine, who was suffering the most, with her scale armor filled with sand, felt like she was in a nightmare.

The knight girl couldn’t just take off and clean her armor then and there, so she had to endure the discomfort and said, “Everyone, check please, are all our Undead friends and their mounts alright?”

“No issue, nobody got blown away,” Pannis was being pestered by Ava to help clean her golden hair full of sand and dust, not even lifting her head as she spoke, “It seems like the Undead don’t have to worry about storms, quite convenient.”

“Hahahaha, guests, how is everyone doing?” Mr.

Ghost popped out from the ground and floated up into the air, spinning around and exclaid loudly, “It looks like everyone’s spirited, that puts my mind at ease.

When the sandstorm was at its strongest, I was worried it might harm the guests, but now there’s no need to worry.

Hey, the guests are all up; why are you still sitting?

Get up and prepare to hit the road; now’s not the ti to rest.

If you want to rest, you can do so at the rest stop.”

“Rest stop?” Catherine raised an eyebrow, realizing she’d heard a strange term.

In theory, the Undead never tire and don’t need rest stops, but clearly, these special Undead were different.

They seed to enjoy sleep like Annie and Little Deer and could apparently eat; at least Catherine saw so Undead sneakily stuffing sothing into their mouths on the road—the dried beef she had given them as a gift for leading the way.

The knight girl wanted to discuss this with Pannis, but when she turned around, she was startled.

Pannis had been looking down all this ti, so no one had noticed, but now, as he lifted his head, Catherine saw his face was tight with shock and disbelief.

He looked nothing like the confident, in-control man he usually was; it was as if he’d co across sothing incomprehensible.

“Pannis, what’s wrong?” Catherine moved closer to Pannis, took hold of his arm, and asked in a low voice, “You okay?”

“No, there’s a big problem, I think it’s very serious.” Pannis looked as though he couldn’t believe his eyes, his gaze fixed on the direction from which the sandstorm had blown.

Even his voice was trembling as he stood there in a daze for a while, then suddenly shouted, “Mr.

Ghost over there, please co here a mont, I have a question for you.”

“What’s the matter?” The ghost, who had been drifting around in the air to organize the team, paused, slowly descended, and asked with a puzzled expression, “Mr.

Pannis, your complexion doesn’t look very good, you’re hardly glowing at all.

Oh, right, you living beings don’t glow anyway, but you do indeed seem to be in poor shape.

Is sothing the matter?”

With his eyes closed, Pannis appeared deep in thought.

After a mont of hesitation, he asked, “Mr.

Ghost, during the desert storm just now, at the very end, I thought I slled sothing different in the wind, the scent of…

water.”

“What?” The few girls were stunned, almost simultaneously uttering incredulous gasps.

When heroes first descended from the void into the vast Realm of the Dead, they had looked down and saw no traces of water; the entire world was a desert.

This had beco a well-known rumor amongst most people in the Yarran World, and everyone had taken it as common knowledge.

So no one expected Pannis to bring up questions about water.

In their surprise, they also understood why Pannis had exhibited such a bizarre expression.

It was easy to imagine that they would have shown a similar reaction in his place.

“What’s wrong with that?” Mr.

Ghost was confused about what everyone was shocked about and said, puzzled, “What about the scent of water?”

“Uh, I just find it strange,” Pannis said, laughing awkwardly, without explaining the true situation.

“Isn’t this a desert?

Could there really be water here?”

“Eh?

In the world of the living, are there no waters in the desert?” The ghost asked in return.

“We have them here.

We call them Lakes of Sand; they’re small lakes scattered throughout the desert.

When we move around here, we use the areas around these lakes as rest stops.”

“Oasis.” The group exchanged glances, confirming that the Lakes of Sand were very likely what the outside world referred to as oases.

However, more shocking and difficult to accept than the existence of oases was sothing they seed to perceive from a simple statent by Mr.

Ghost.

“This desert?” Catherine frowned, tentatively wanting to ask sothing, but her words were scarcely out before Pannis grasped her wrist.

The knight girl turned and saw Pannis shaking his head at her.

She tilted her head, pondered for a mont with a thoughtful nod, and ultimately didn’t ask anything.

“Mr.

Ghost,” Pannis hid his emotions and asked with a smile, “I wonder if we might have the opportunity to see one of this world’s Lakes of Sand?”

“Of course,” Mr.

Ghost replied cheerfully.

“Actually, our current destination is a rest stop.

In about half a day, you’ll see it.

It’s a very beautiful place.”