I am a winner with Chinese poetry

Chapter 242 Guess

However, it was extremely frustrating that whether it was Gu Tianchao's all-out, powerful attack or Gu Yunzhou's frantic, stormy assault, they were like stones thrown into a bottomless abyss, completely ineffective. All attacks, upon contact with the bloody man's body, instantly transformed into wisps of weak spiritual energy, silently merging into his body.

What's worse is that these seemingly insignificant literary auras seem to have become nutrients for some mysterious power in the blood man's body, causing the blood man's already huge and hideous body to swell and twist at a speed visible to the naked eye, and even emit a creepy wriggling sound from time to time.

"No! We must not continue to attack blindly like this! If we continue to launch such an offensive without considering the consequences, not only will we fail to cause any substantial damage to this guy, but it will only further accelerate the speed of its explosion. If things go on like this, I'm afraid we won't even have to wait for it to throw us into the eye of that damn hurricane, we will be destroyed along with it in advance!" Gu Yunzhou shouted helplessly with a look of helplessness on his face.

Seeing this, he stopped attacking immediately. Seeing the eye of the hurricane getting closer and closer, he was almost going crazy.

"Bastard, I order you to stop, do you hear me? I am your master!!! Ah!!" Following two screams, the last thing Gu Yunzhou saw was the ghostly figure covered in blood, being foolishly wrapped tightly by the violent hurricane, drifting away little by little until it disappeared at the end of his sight.

When Gu Yunzhou slowly regained consciousness, the first thing that hit him was a piercing pain. This pain surged through his body like a tide, and every inch of his skin, every bone, and even every cell seemed to be suffering from the torture, making it almost unbearable.

Not only that, but his head was spinning, as drowsy as if he had just been hit hard with a club. After much effort, Gu Yunzhou finally managed to break free from the vortex of pain and gradually regained consciousness.

Only then did he have the energy to carefully observe his surroundings. Everywhere he looked, there was rolling yellow sand flying all over the sky, covering the sky and the earth, blocking out the sun, giving people a sense of endless vastness.

The vast desert was utterly silent, with not even the faintest sound of a breeze. It was a terrifying silence. Gu Yunzhou staggered and trembled as he struggled to his feet. He was utterly weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to collapse at any moment.

Despite this, his strong desire to survive still drove him to try to circulate the Wen Qi in his body, hoping to repair the serious injuries he had suffered. However, what he never expected was that no matter how hard he tried, the Wen Palace that should have been unobstructed was now like a tightly closed city gate. He found that the Wen Palace could not be opened again.

He rubbed his face vigorously. To be honest, he was a little used to it. Others would rarely encounter the Wen Palace blockade in their lifetime, but he was lucky enough to experience it every two or three days. Fortunately, he had experienced it many times, so he could quickly adjust his mentality and cheer up to find a way to escape.

However, looking around, there was nothing but endless yellow sand. The sky was so gloomy that it seemed to fall at any moment. I could not see the sun hanging high in the sky, nor the moon shining brightly. It was impossible to accurately determine the current time or where I was.

Helplessly, he could only rely on his intuition to roughly choose a direction, and then dragged his heavy feet, slowly moving forward with one foot deep and one foot shallow. At this moment, Gu Yunzhou deeply felt the powerlessness of being an ordinary mortal.

Once upon a time, relying on the abundant literary energy in his body, he could easily cross a distance of one or two meters in one step, as freely and easily as strolling in the garden; but now that he has lost the protection of the literary energy, he is just an ordinary, sweaty passerby.

Not only was every step extremely difficult, but the pain in his body also came back from time to time, causing him great suffering. The long walk had already made him thirsty and hungry, but he could only grit his teeth and endure it.

Gu Yunzhou walked tirelessly, unable to recall how much time had passed, much less how many times he had subconsciously tried to activate the Wen Palace. Just as he was about to fall into despair, the Wen Palace, which had been completely unresponsive, suddenly gave a faint response.

He immediately stopped and sat cross-legged on the ground, concentrating on strengthening this connection. Time passed by minute by minute, and sweat gradually soaked his forehead, but he had no intention of giving up.

Just like that, with his unwavering persistence, a tiny crack finally appeared in the tightly closed Wen Palace. Gu Yunzhou was so overjoyed that he almost cheered out loud.

He quickly focused his attention, carefully retrieving the water, food, and medicine he had stored away from the rift. Just as he was about to retrieve more items, the tenuous connection he had finally established suddenly vanished like smoke. No matter how hard he tried to reconnect, he received no response.

"Forget it, let's try again later. Right now, I need to fill my stomach and rehydrate!" Although Gu Yunzhou felt a little regretful, he didn't become greedy or anxious. On the contrary, being able to successfully retrieve these key supplies made him feel very satisfied.

He reached out and picked up the water bag that had fallen to the ground nearby, tilted his head back, and began to gulp down the water. The cool water flowed down his throat and into his stomach, bringing waves of refreshing sensation. After drinking several sips in a row, Gu Yunzhou put the water bag down with a sense of satisfaction and carefully put it back beside him.

In reality, Gu Yunzhou's ability to handle the current predicament so calmly was due to his strong sense of crisis. Perhaps it was because he read too many apocalyptic novels in his past life, so when he saw his favorite food and drinking water, he would subconsciously stock up on them in his Wen Palace.

Fortunately, because he possessed a vast storage space unlike that of ordinary people, even if he put in a lot of food and water, it did not cause him too much burden or impact. Now, these previously seemingly insignificant reserves came in handy.