Seeing that this sandstorm was afraid that it would not be over for a while, Han Daxia groped on the ground, trying to find some dry branches and firewood to build a bonfire.

However, thinking of starting the fire, Han Daxia regretted it a little. Just now, I only noticed the injury on Gu Lang's hand, and as a result, he lost the tent. If the tent is still there, even if it is not used for sleeping, the materials outside can be used as a fire primer.

Wang Ping thought about it for a long time, and felt that although this thing had a gun with him and his identity was unknown, it was really not the time to offend this guy at this moment, and it seemed that Han Daxia's inexplicable suspicion of Gu Lang had disappeared again, so he took advantage of the convenience of night vision to help.

Looking around the cave, the two of them were only on the periphery, and the ground was bare except sand. The outside entrance is triangular in shape, flanked by weathered rocks and leaking in places. Sand was constantly falling in front of the entrance to the cave, and it was already piled up on the ground.

This is the sand that was swept up by the wind on both sides outside, and fell again because the cave was leeward. Wang Ping felt that if this lasted until dawn, it would be difficult to block the entrance to the cave. It is estimated that it is a pile of rocks under the dune, and by chance, a hole was left to come out. Maybe it's another dry oasis eroded by the desert.

After thinking about it, Wang Ping turned around and walked deeper, intending to see if there was any dry firewood such as plant roots that had not been buried.

The interior of the cave is irregular, and a huge rock blocks the way after a few steps inside. To the right is the buried sand, which extends to the left for a turn. Wang Ping was stunned as soon as he turned around.

From here, the cave is clear at a glance, and most of the irregular space of less than 30 square meters has rocks towering, but it is more like a stone forest. Overhead, there were large withered vines that covered the entire stone forest. At this time, as the wind and sand pass, a few wisps of fine sand will leak from time to time, making people worry that this place may collapse at any time.

It's easy to imagine that it was once a beautiful oasis surrounded by greenery, with vines climbing over the rocks and forming a vegetative dome above the stone forest. However, with the erosion of water and soil and the invasion of the desert, one day, yellow sand overflowed here, burying everything. And this stone forest is sheltered by vines, and there is still space in it. As the yellow sand moves, an entrance occasionally emerges.

Of course, Wang Ping was neither grieving at the moment, nor was he worried about the solidity of this stone forest. Instead, it was just opposite him, and the space under the stone forest was densely lit with night vision eyes at the moment.

On the left side of the three stone pillars are three jackals, and next to them is a civet cat that looks a bit like a crisp face. I don't know how these guys got together. The original hostile relationship, at the moment, because of the existence of sandstorms, is peaceful.

In the middle, backed by a large rock, three camels connected by reins lay in the largest place, squinting and regurgitating. These people looked calm and leisurely, and they saw that a certain badger's face was dark, but they didn't know whether to praise these goods or beat them up first.

As for the far right, near the periphery of a small sandy slope, there is the least animal wave. When a certain badger looks at it, he can't tell what it feels like.

Wang Ping could never have imagined that he was lucky enough to meet another member of the same clan in this desert.

The Arabian Peninsula and Africa are separated by only the narrow Red Sea, and the region and climate are similar, so it is natural that there are creatures like Pingtou.

At this moment, the fellow on the opposite side, who was at least a head taller than Wang Ping, was leaning on the small sand slope in a bold posture, squinting his eyes and biting a sand cobra with only the back half left. With an empty paw, he was playing with a big-eared jerboa.

Whenever the shivering jerboa tried to run away, it would be dragged back by its tail.

None of the other animals in the cave looked at Wang Ping, a fellow animal, and even after discovering that the thing outside was another flat-headed brother, except for the camels, the jackal and civet on the left simply turned their eyes away.

I don't know if it's an illusion, Wang Ping seems to feel disgust from their eyes.

However, it is no wonder that in such harsh climatic conditions, whether they were natural enemies or not, the animals gathered here at this moment are rarely in harmony. Only the one on the right, who is bullying the little animal in a vicious manner. If it was Wang Ping, he also disliked it.

Since this is a place similar to the "Peace Hotel" for the time being, Wang Ping no longer hesitated, but ran to the position of the three camels first.

He remembered that he still had half a packet of beef jerky unfinished, and before going to bed he was too lazy to put it in his bag, so he threw it on the covered cushion on the back of the little camel. If you're lucky, you might even get a late-night snack.

It's a pity that when Wang Ping climbed over the hump of the big camel outside and found his small cushion, not to mention beef jerky, even the curtain that was originally used to shade him from the sun was gone.

But on the side of the little camel, a badger unexpectedly found that there was a fox lying on his stomach. Seeing Wang Ping coming, he looked at him vigilantly.

"Damn, what kind of messy biological chain is this......"

Wang Ping rolled his eyes, gave up the idea of looking for supper first, turned around and picked up the branches in there.

The dry vines with the sand above their heads did not dare to move, but there were quite a few dead branches scattered on the ground. Others are shrubs and cacti that have long since died in the crevices of the rocks. This made Wang Ping feel magical, it turned out that the cactus would also die.

Picking up a circle along the periphery, and when the branches in his arms gathered a small bundle, and the two little claws were almost unable to hold it, Wang Ping turned around and walked out. When he returned to the hole on the outside where there was some leakage, he kicked Han Daxia, and when he touched it, he handed over the dead branch in front of him.

"Huh? This is ...... Great!" Han Daxia breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and was about to praise a certain badger, but Wang Ping had already turned his head and walked back, leaving only the back of his head for him. Without that pair of signature night vision eyes, Han Daxia was stunned and didn't see where this product was.

"Did you find dry firewood?" asked Gu Lang on the other side.

"Yes, your boss picked it up, I guess it's going to look for it again, right? Let's lead the fire first, and if we can see it, we can go over and help it!"

Han Daxia nodded and said, and at the same time took out a lighter, and used his body to block the wind blowing in from the hole and lit the dry wood in front of him.

At this time, Wang Ping was already picking up the second lap.

With the entry and exit of a certain badger, it aroused the curiosity of the animals in the cave.

This later flat-headed brother not only walked strangely upright, but also had a disobedient "black skin" on his body, and inexplicably picked up branches in it, no matter how he looked at it, he was extraordinary.

But curiosity is curiosity, and everyone doesn't have any superfluous actions. Even when Wang Ping went to pull a branch that was pressed under the jackal, the latter subconsciously moved and gave way to him.

Gathering a small bundle of dry firewood again, Wang Ping struggled to hug it horizontally and walked out in a circle, from the other side. However, when he passed the small sandy slope where the fellow was located, the branches in front of him loosened and suddenly fell out.

Wang Ping paused, lifted one leg to support the branch in his arms, and at the same time stretched out his paw and bent down to pick it up. Before he could touch it, a fluffy black claw suddenly appeared in front of him.

A certain badger looked up, and his fellow had let go of the big-eared jerboa at some point, and was pressing his paws on the branches on the ground at the moment, and squinting at Wang Ping, full of provocation.

The jerboa that escaped disappeared as soon as it slipped away, and I didn't know where to hide.

“e(￣3￣)......”

Wang Pingzheng hesitated, and the little belly under his clothes suddenly "cooed". Passing over the body of the flat-headed brother in front of him, he could see that the black snake body that was nearly a meter long was still slowly writhing on the ground.

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