Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

Nearing noon, the desert was so hot that it felt like a fire, and even the air was distorted by the heat.

Seeing that Damien had given in, Du Weiguo was too lazy to bother anymore. He sheathed his sword in a leisurely manner, found a shady place, and sat down on the sand.

He took out a crumpled cigarette box from his pocket, picked out a cigarette that was still barely intact, and lit it.

"Hu~" Du Weiguo asked in a light tone after exhaling a long breath of smoke.

"what's your name?"

At this moment, Famion stood in the scorching sun like a primary school student who was punished. Even though he had an extraordinary physique, he was still sweating profusely.

It must be said that this guy has a really good body, especially after being grilled, it is even more perfect. Every muscle line looks like it was carefully carved by a master.

But at this moment, he looked extremely funny.

Under Du Weiguo's constant teasing gaze, he felt very uneasy, as if he was in a world of ice and fire. His whole body was covered with pimples and he was trembling slightly.

"Why? Were you born and raised without parents and a name?"

Du Weiguo's tone became heavier and his eyes became colder.

These words were so harsh that Damien's eyes suddenly flashed with hatred. He clenched his fists so hard that veins popped out on the back of his hands.

However, when he met Du Weiguo's eyes as cold as a knife, his anger was instantly extinguished. The situation was stronger than the person, and he really couldn't beat him.

"Damien."

"Say your full name. Don't you have a last name?"

"Damien Trevor Gurba Anse Drews."

He lowered his proud head and squeezed out his full name from between his teeth with difficulty.

He clenched his fists even tighter and swore secretly in his heart that after getting out of the current predicament, he would kill every one of Du Weiguo's relatives and friends, and let them die slowly in wailing.

"Damn, it's so long and smelly."

Du Weiguo made a disdainful comment, dusted off his cigarette ash, and continued asking.

"So, you are Marsar's man?"

"Of course not! He doesn't deserve it!" Damien suddenly raised his head and denied it, his tone suddenly rising.

Because he was too excited, the blue veins on his forehead bulged out like little snakes. This question made him feel extremely humiliated.

Damien had two experiences that were too painful to look back on.

One section is about his days in the circus, when he was weak and unable to transform back into human form, and could only remain in the form of a desert wolf.

Every day they are locked in a cage, forced to perform, beaten, and then lie on the ground licking food that tastes like diarrhea. Sometimes there is not even a bowl.

Later, he finally survived that period of weakness, turned back into human form, and regained his extraordinary physique.

On a dark and windy night, he tore everyone in the circus to pieces.

However, at that time, his strength was far from reaching its peak, and he had not yet awakened his self-healing and poison-proof abilities.

At best, it's just a more powerful beast.

At that time, it happened to be the most glorious period of Marsar's reign. His influence spread across most of Europe, and he was so powerful that he could cover the sky with one hand.

Naturally, Damien was discovered by him and taken under his wing, thus beginning his second unbearable experience.

During that period, his daily life was very similar to Du Weiguo's. He became a tool for Marsal to establish his authority. Every day he was either killing people or on his way to kill people.

During that time, Damien was so tired of killing that his hands were covered in blood and he had taken countless lives.

Men, women, the elderly, children, even babies, as long as they become his target, they will be killed without mercy.

Damien's current violent, cold, cruel, arrogant and almost twisted personality was also completely developed during that period.

So, strictly speaking, Marsal was the living person he hated the most right now, no doubt about it.

"Oh?" Damien's tone and expression surprised Du Weiguo.

He asked playfully:

"So what is your relationship? Friends, companions, hired hands? Damien, don't tell me this has nothing to do with him?"

Thinking about his current shameful and embarrassing situation, he realized that it was all caused by Masar. Not only has he not yet avenged his old hatred, but he has also created new hatred.

Damien gritted his teeth and replied angrily:

"Neither. I once owed that old dog a favor and promised to help him once, so I am his protector now, and dealing with you is also part of the agreement."

"Well, that makes sense."

Du Weiguo nodded. He felt that Damien was not lying. In fact, it didn’t matter even if he lied, because he wouldn’t live long anyway.

After flicking off the cigarette butt, Du Weiguo suddenly changed the subject:

"So, Masar is in this desert now?"

"In the Devil's Valley, more than 400 kilometers away."

Without even a moment's hesitation, Damien decisively sold out Marsal.

His hatred for Marsal now even exceeded that for Du Weiguo in front of him, and he wished he could use him to kill this old dog.

Damien also understands the use of a knife to kill someone.

"So, is Reina still alive now?"

When asking this question, Du Weiguo's tone still sounded calm and casual.

But his eyes narrowed and his fingers tapped silently on the knife box. This was a subconscious reaction when he was nervous.

"Reina? That white female spy, um, is still alive. Marsal said she is useful."

Damien answered readily without noticing Du Weiguo's abnormality. To be honest, he didn't care about this question at all.

In his opinion, women are just tools for venting desires and are not worth mentioning.

Damien is a mule. He has normal male abilities, but no fertility. At least he will not be able to get pregnant if he has sex with ordinary women.

If you want to have offspring, you must go through a special ceremony and find a "saint" of Voodoo. But now, this ceremony has been completely lost.

In other words, this bastard Damien will definitely be extinct. Well, come to think of it, the same seems to be true for Du Weiguo.

When Damien replied, Du Weiguo stared into his eyes without blinking, and did not miss any of the micro-expressions on his face.

He was telling the truth. Reina was still alive. Du Weiguo breathed a sigh of relief, and a touch of joy surged in his heart.

This wave can not only rescue Reina, but also completely eradicate the cancer of Masal. Damn, this trip to the desert is worth it.

Du Weiguo was in a good mood, and he even found Damien in front of him more pleasing to the eye.

"Come on, put this thing around your neck, and you won't have to die for a while."

Du Weiguo took out a sci-fi silver metal collar from his arms and threw it to Damien.

This thing is a piece of black technology developed by the MI6 Equipment Center, a piece of equipment specifically used to imprison people with special abilities, the Guillotine.

"This, this~~" Damien's reaction was huge after he saw that the thing in his hand was a collar. His eyes instantly turned blood red, and his whole body shook violently as if he had been electrocuted.

This collar reminded Damien of the humiliating years in the circus, when he also had a collar around his neck.

Du Weiguo could now be considered to be able to see through people's minds. When he saw Damien's reaction, he immediately guessed the reason.

But he still didn't care, and his tone became more playful.

"Why? Did it remind you of some unpleasant memories? Did you feel humiliated? But compared to life, what is humiliation?"

The corners of his mouth curled up into a sly smile, as if coaxing a dog: "Come on, be good, put it on quickly~~"

"Ah!" A shrill roar suddenly interrupted Du Weiguo's teasing.

Damien was so angry that he threw away his collar and rushed towards Du Weiguo regardless of everything. In mid-air, he had already transformed into a giant wolf.

Du Weiguo still had a smile on his face. He didn't even stand up. He just suddenly raised the knife box at hand and pushed it forward with force.

"boom!"

The scabbard hit the giant wolf's chest like a battering ram, causing a dull thud and a creepy sound of bones cracking.

The giant wolf that Damien turned into was hit and flew backwards more than ten meters like a cannonball, and rolled several times on the sand before it stabilized.

"Ugh~uh~" A few mouthfuls of black blood spurted out of the wolf's mouth. The collision was so severe that its internal organs were injured.

It shook its head and just as it was trying to stand up, a size 44 foot stomped down like a hydraulic pile driver.

"Puff!" The giant wolf's head was violently stepped into the sand.

"Puff~"

He stomped on it several more times almost without any gap, and the giant wolf's cervical vertebrae made a sound of cracking under the heavy burden.

Finally, Du Weiguo kicked it several meters away and it fell on its back on the sand.

At this moment, the giant wolf was bleeding from all seven orifices, half of its bones were broken, its tongue was hanging out, and it was only a breath away from death.

Du Weiguo walked slowly in front of it, threw the blood dropper he had picked up in front of it, and said in a tone as sharp as a knife:

"I'll give you one last chance to choose. Wear the collar or die!"

More than ten seconds later, just when Du Weiguo's patience was about to be completely exhausted, the giant wolf finally moved.

Its eyes were now blind, and the only front paw that was still intact stretched out slowly, trembling as it groped in the sand.

After a long time, it finally found the collar with great difficulty, then hurriedly grasped it tightly in its hand, using its last bit of strength to eagerly lift it up.

Obviously, Damien had a strong desire to survive, and in order to continue to survive, he chose to surrender.

At night, in the boundless desert, a lone camel caravan was running at full speed, and in front of the caravan, there was a giant wolf leading the way.

This giant wolf was incredibly large, as big as a calf, and a silver light flashed on its neck from time to time.

"Mr. Wesley, do you really believe it?"

The sand wolf's voice sounded muffled, as if it had a bad cold.

Because now he has three layers of special nasal plugs stuffed in his nose, which completely seals his extraordinary abilities. Now, his sense of smell is only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people.

This was Du Weiguo's special instruction. With a free guide, Shalang wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.

Camels have a strong body odor to begin with, and if it were magnified hundreds of times, it would be unimaginable.

Therefore, the sand wolf's extraordinary sense of smell is more of a torture to him.

"Don't worry, I've completely defeated this bastard. He doesn't dare to do anything tricky."

Du Weiguo glanced at the giant wolf leading the camel caravan and a hint of disdain appeared on his lips.

The giant wolf ran neither fast nor slow, controlling its speed precisely to keep pace with the camel caravan at all times. No matter what, it would never be more than a hundred meters away from him.

Because the sensing limit of the Guillotine is one hundred meters. Once this distance is exceeded, its head will be blown off instantly.

Seeing Du Weiguo speak so confidently, Shalang nodded and stopped hesitating.

Four hours later, it was 4 a.m., when the night was at its darkest.

In the endless sea of ​​sand, a huge canyon suddenly appeared. It was dozens of kilometers long, several kilometers wide at its widest point, and bottomless.

The canyon is narrow on both sides and wide in the middle, forming an overall bow shape. If you look down from the sky, it looks like a huge smiling face.

This is Devil's Valley.

This name was given by Damien, who believed that only a devil could have such a terrifying smile.

The camel caravan stopped behind a sand dune a few kilometers away from Devil Valley.

Of the dozen camels that set out, only five were left. Most of them had run to death. The few that survived were foaming at the mouth and fell to their knees in embarrassment as soon as they stopped.

In fact, it wasn't originally so tragic. Every camel in the caravan was carefully selected by Harper, and each one was very strong.

The main reason was that Du Weiguo's grandson was too heavy, so he had to change camels every ten minutes or so. But even so, half of the camels were still crushed to death.

Du Weiguo is no longer an all-terrain warrior. Deserts, snow-capped mountains, swamps, and mud pits are not suitable for him to fight in.

As soon as it stopped, the giant wolf ran to Du Weiguo and even wagged its tail like a dog.

It seems that what he learned in the circus, how to please humans, has long been engraved in his bones, and now Du Weiguo's rough kicks have awakened his memory.

This is slavery, buried deep in the blood of every living thing.

No matter how unruly or violent a beast is, when it encounters a strong man that it can only look up to and that makes it despair, it will reveal its servility and learn to wag its tail.

"Is this the place?" Du Weiguo squinted his eyes and looked at the huge canyon in the distance.

The huge wave nodded in a very human way but did not speak.

Sand Wolf was still beside him at the moment, and Damien didn't want him to know his secret. Du Weiguo acquiesced and didn't expose him.

He turned to the Sand Wolf and whispered, "Sand Wolf, smell it, is Reina here?"

"Ok."

The sand wolf immediately took a few steps toward the canyon, found a downwind location, took off a few layers of nasal plugs, and sniffed hard.

"Yes, she is down there!" After insisting on saying this, the Sand Wolf suddenly started coughing violently.

After a pause, he continued:

"Mr. Wesley, Miss Reina is still alive. Besides her, there are three other people in the cave below."

"Very good, Sand Wolf, can you please point out to me which cave they are in?"

The stubborn enemy that was like a thorn in his throat was about to be removed. Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled silently. (End of this chapter)