"What's wrong?" Shu Ze was inexplicably nervous.

Meng Zitao frowned and said, "I feel that something is likely to happen tonight, but don't worry, we should be fine." ”

Shu Ze asked, "Then what should we do?"

Meng Zitao pondered for a moment and said, "Let's act when the opportunity arises." ”

Shu Ze nodded and said, "Zitao, what do you think they will do with us when they arrive at their destination?"

"At that point, it's not for them to decide. Meng Zitao smiled confidently.

Shu Ze believed in Meng Zitao very much, but the people of Black Fire were all thugs with firearms, and it was obviously unlikely that he would not worry about his safety.

"Don't worry, I've got you covered. Meng Zitao patted Shu Ze on the shoulder.

"Ahh

The two men hurriedly ran out of the tent and saw many people running in the direction of the shouting.

When Meng Zitao and Shu Ze arrived at the place, they were shocked by the scene of their eyes, only to see a corpse lying on the desert, surrounded by bloodstains.

What's more, what's even more terrifying is that the head of the corpse is gone!

Meng Zitao looked around and found that there was only one footprint extending to the north around the corpse, but there was no blood on the footprint, and it was possible that the deceased's head was packed in a container or bag, and other than that, it was an unnatural force.

Both Mencius and Shu Ze felt that this was a human factor, but some of the guides were very frightened, believing that the killer was a devil, and knelt on the ground and prayed.

"You two, follow the footprints. Schmidt gestured to the two men next to him.

Although the two were not very happy, they still did so, and after a while they came back again, their faces were a little not good-looking, and when they asked, they found out that they had walked about 100 meters, and the footprints were suddenly gone, and there were no traces of human cleaning. As a result, both of them more or less believe that this is a phenomenon that cannot be explained by human beings, and that the murderer is likely to be really the devil.

When the group returned to the camp, Mencius heard the guides whispering about the matter, and from time to time they were praying.

"Zitao, did you recognize who the dead person was?" Shu Ze said.

"Look at the costume, it should be the mustache. ”

The mustache that Meng Zitao said was the previous connector, who lived in a tent with them these days and monitored them. This made Meng Zitao have to be careful when he helped Shu Ze detoxify, so as not to be discovered by him.

Meng Zitao and Shu Ze wished that the mustache was dead, but they didn't expect him to be killed in this way, and why didn't they kill others, but kill him, would it make Schmidt suspect that they were murderers. After all, Meng Zitao's superb skills are recognized.

A moment later, Schmidt came over in person and asked what they thought about the matter. This seems to suspect that they are murderers, but Mencius knows that Schmidt is just putting on a show, he doesn't think that Mencius will kill the mustache, and he doesn't have time.

On the third day, everyone continued to set off, due to the death of the mustache yesterday, the atmosphere of the team was a little depressing, and there were basically few people chatting except for hurrying all day.

However, when camping at night, there was another bizarre murder, and Schmidt's men went to relieve him, and by the time everyone found this man, he had turned into a corpse, and the corpse had turned into a dried corpse, and the blood all over his body had been sucked by something, much like meeting a legendary vampire.

What frightened many people even more was that there was not a single footprint around the corpse!

Yesterday's events can be explained, but today's events seem to be completely mysterious, causing a lot of commotion, and even Schmidt's men, a few of them, are in constant fear. It's not that they're cowardly, if they fight, they're not afraid of dying, but now things are beyond the normal scope, and they're all afraid that they won't even be able to go to hell after they die.

Schmidt made a lot of effort to appease the crowd, which made everyone quiet.

On the fourth night, there was no such strange murder, however, on the fifth morning, something happened again, and a guide was killed.

The guide lived in a tent with his two companions, and the other two did not hear any movement for the rest of the night, but when he arose in the morning, he found that the deceased had a cut in his throat, and blood was all over the ground, and that he could no longer die.

The two strange things that happened were not their companions, and these guides were still able to hold on, but this time the companions died, and they died silently, which frightened the guides. Although Schmidt gives a lot of money, he has to spend money if he has money!

Meng Zitao observed the wounds of the deceased and said: "The murderer should be an old killer, who is very decisive and kills with one sword!"

"Have you seen anyone approaching this tent?" Schmidt asked with a gloomy face, three murders in a row, each more bizarre than the other. He didn't believe in the ghosts and gods, and there must be moles in the team, and he was very angry.

Everyone said they didn't notice anyone coming.

So Schmidt turned his gaze to the two guides who lived in the same tent as the deceased, and the dead man died silently, and the two men did not realize it at all, and did not even smell the smell of blood, which was too abnormal, unless they were drugged.

Both guides said that they did not kill anyone, and that they had no motive to commit the crime, and that they were even related to the deceased, and that they had a very good relationship, and that it was impossible to kill him.

This was also testified by other guides.

Entering a dead end again, Schmidt looked around, everyone's looks came into his eyes, and he said: "Next, I hope that no one will act alone, even if it is convenient, it must be two people together!"

Schmidt's men didn't have any opinion on this, and the guides looked around, and then one of them stepped forward and said that they didn't want to be guides anymore and wanted to go home as soon as possible to end the journey.

How could Schmidt let them get their wish, directly let his subordinates take out their guns, and force them by force. When the guides saw that the other party had a gun in their hands, they were all discouraged, and for the sake of their own lives, they could only agree.

In the next trip, everyone was terrified, all kinds of things emerged one after another, and the team was continuously reduced, and each one died inexplicably and extremely terrifying.

Some of the guides couldn't stand it and tried to escape with their things, but Schmidt showed his ruthless side, killing the fleeing guides with knives in his hands, and cutting off their heads.

Meng Zitao even felt that the mustache might have been killed by Schmidt.

After that, Schmidt made a Jingguan out of the head of the deceased, and took everyone to walk around in front of the Jingguan, and there was a timid guide who was scared on the spot.

Schmidt's actions made Mencius disdainful and speculated whether he would be from a Manchu aristocratic background.

However, the development of events will not be transferred by Schmidt's violent behavior, it will still come, but this time it is not a supernatural murder, but the power of the natural world, a sandstorm.

It was the first time Meng Zitao encountered a sandstorm, and he saw that far away in the northwest, there was a sand wall in the sky, which was slowly rolling forward. From far to near, it gets darker and darker. After a few minutes, the wind swept the yellow sand and poured down into the sky, and the sky soon became more and more yellow, and in a short time, it turned from day to night.

Although the team was reminded, the sandstorm came too fast, and what was even more terrifying was that there were no useful rock masses around, so they could only find a random place, and the effect could be imagined.

In the storm (sand) waves, Meng Zitao couldn't open his eyes, and desperately pulled Shu Ze, who was separated at this time, and probably lost half his life. Originally, he wanted to remind Shu Ze that as soon as he opened his mouth, sand poured into his mouth, and it was too late to vomit.

I don't know how long the wind and sand have been blowing, but finally stopped, Meng Zitao noticed that he and Shu Ze were buried in the sand, most of his body was buried, and Shu Ze only exposed one head.

Meng Zitao shouted at Shu Ze several times, and Shu Ze came to his senses, shook his head, and replied.

At this moment, there was no one around to help, and Meng Zitao could only rely on himself, fortunately, the sand dunes where they were located had just formed, and his hands were still outside, so it took a lot of effort to get out of the sand, and then, he opened the suitcase he had been holding, took out a small shovel from it, and dug Shu Ze out.

After Shu Ze was dug out, Meng Zitao had time to look around, the whole team was blown away by this sudden sandstorm, the guide and the camel did not know where to go, and the luggage was buried in the sand, I don't know how much was left. If there was no water, even Mencius would not have survived.

"Zitao, what should we do next?" Shu Ze gasped, only to see a few of Schmidt's subordinates around: "Schmidt won't die in the sandstorm." ”

"It's hard to say, but it's good to be dead. ”

Meng Zitao said: "Leave him alone, our most important task now is to find as much water and food as possible." ”

Facing the vast desert in front of him, Shu Ze was a little discouraged: "It's all sand, how can you find it?"

"Isn't that me? I've always had very good luck. ”

Meng Zitao picked up the shovel just now and began to search around, and by the way, he eliminated a few militants who seemed to have bad intentions.

"Found it!" Meng Zitao found three kettles, handed one to Shu Ze, chose one for himself, opened it, and drank it.

"You're amazing. ”

Shu Ze also hurriedly opened the kettle and drank bitterly: "Ah! I really didn't expect the water to be so delicious!"

"You can live at least seven days without food, and you can try without water. Meng Zitao said with a smile: "But you have to take it easy, we are now deep in the desert, unless someone picks us up, it will take a lot of time to go out, such a little water is not enough to drink!"

Hearing this, Shu Ze hurriedly covered the kettle: "Is our satellite positioning system still there?"

Meng Zitao took out a small instrument he carried with him: "Mine is still there, but this thing only has a positioning function, I hope they can find us as soon as possible." ”

"Are we waiting here?" asked Shuze.

Meng Zitao said: "Of course not, I have a hunch, we should not be far from the destination now, let's look for it first, but we can't find it." However, for the time being, I'll give you a detoxification first, and then we'll have to find some useful supplies. ”

Meng Zitao used acupuncture and moxibustion to cooperate with internal force to detoxify Shu Ze, because Schmidt's people had been solved, Meng Zitao was no longer cautious, and was ready to deal with all the remaining toxins in Shu Ze's body.

"I'll bleed you next, don't be nervous. ”

Meng Zitao punctured several acupuncture points on Shu Ze's body, and the blood that was released for a few minutes was all small wounds, and the amount of blood was actually not much, and Shu Ze felt refreshed after bloodletting, of course, this was just an illusion after the toxin was removed.

After completing the treatment, Meng Zitao found some buried food and water in the sand, they filled their stomachs, rested for a while, replenished their strength, and continued to set off with their luggage.

This walk, another day, but since there were no camels, the two of them did not actually go far.

Meng Zitao planned the supplies in his hand and decided to look for another day, if he really couldn't find the destination, he was not ready to look for it again.

"Zitao, look ahead, is it a hat, or is it my hallucination?" Shu Ze pointed to a sand dune in front of him.

Meng Zitao took the telescope from Shu Ze's hand, and after a while, he nodded and said, "It's indeed a hat, let's go over and take a look." ”