第一章 荒原弃子

风沙呛得人睁不开眼。 顾北扯了扯破烂的衣领，眯着眼，从一块光秃秃的石头后面爬了出来。后背被鞭子抽得火辣辣地疼，像有几百只蚂蚁在爬。 “他妈的……”他低声骂了一句，顺手从怀里摸出一块黑面包，啃了一口。干得像柴火，但总比饿死强。 他这是在哪儿？ remember last night, he was still playing his favorite game, 'World of Warcraft'. Now, he's in this sandy hell, with a leather-bound book titled 'The Legend of the Condor Heroes' clutched in his hand. The book had been torn and tattered, the pages yellowed and brittle, but it's all he has left. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse, he heard the sound of horses approaching from the distance. He ducked behind a dune, heart pounding like a drum. A group of 10 or so riders appeared on the horizon, their faces hidden under the hoods of their cloaks. They were clearly bandits, judging by the way they rode and the weapons they carried. The leader, a tall, burly man with a scar across his face, reined in his horse and scanned the area. His eyes, cold and sharp, seemed to pierce through the sand and dunes.