The nights in the desert were cold and dark.

Zhang Lang was woken up by the cold.

"Well, what's going on? Didn't I just get on the buggy, how could I sleep here alone?"

Zhang Lang looked around, although it was dark, he knew that he had not left the desert.

Until now, Zhang Lang's head still had some dizzy feelings.

After combing through the previous memories a little, Zhang Lang finally came to a conclusion, that is, he was abandoned in the desert.

Zhang Lang is a student of an archaeological company in Zhonghai City, and chose to do archaeological work as soon as he graduated from university.

A few days ago, because of a huge storm in the desert of the western frontier, it unveiled the mystery of a historical ancient city that had not appeared for thousands of years.

This was followed by countless teams of archaeologists who traveled to the destination to carry out exploration work.

And Zhang Lang is one of the members of the archaeological team.

After several days of exploration work, the archaeological work has made great progress, and the historical puzzle of the thousand-year-old city in the yellow sand has finally been investigated.

That is, in the evening of this day, Zhang Lang and his archaeological team left the ancient city, and when they left, they had a dinner, and everyone was very happy, because the archaeological work has made a lot of new discoveries.

In addition to being happy, Lao Yan, the leader of the archaeological team, brought a bottle of Lao Baigan to celebrate, Lao Yan is an old man in his fifties and an archaeological expert, and he has rich archaeological experience.

Zhang Lang has always had a better amount of alcohol, maybe he was greedy for a cup, and then he drank a little more.

As soon as he got in the car, the alcohol was up, and then Zhang Lang couldn't resist it, so he fell asleep directly on the seat.

It wasn't until now that Zhang Lang woke up.

But at this time, Zhang Lang suddenly thought that it must be Lao Yan's old immortal ghost.

Because when Lao Yan was on the phone with his lover in the toilet last week, he was inadvertently bumped into by Zhang Lang, and Zhang Lang heard everything that Lao Yan said clearly.

Zhang Lang knew Lao Yan's wife, because Lao Yan's wife often came to the company, maybe Lao Yan was afraid that Zhang Lang would tell his wife about his cheating, so he thought of giving Zhang Lang such a hand.

Zhang Lang quickly concluded that this must be Lao Yan's plan.

Lao Yan knew that Zhang Lang had a good amount of wine, so he bought Lao Baigan in advance and made all preparations.

Zhang Lang never thought that he would fall in love with this old and strict way, it seems that he is still too tender and takes it lightly.

It's really a misstep that turns into a thousand years of hatred, no matter how much you regret it, it's useless.

I don't know what time it is, Zhang Lang raised his hand to look at the electronic watch on his wrist.

Unfortunately, he found that he didn't have an electronic watch on his hand.

Then Zhang Lang rummaged in his pocket for a while, wanting to take out the smartphone he had just bought to see if he could make a call.

After rummaging for a long time, the pockets were empty, and even the few dollars on his body were gone.

For a while, Zhang Lang felt very frustrated.

He now regrets that he chose archaeology in the first place.

Endless yellow sand, long dark nights.

A gust of cold wind hit, Zhang Lang shivered, not only did he feel cold in his body now, but even his heart was covered by a cold air.

In desperation, Zhang Lang wandered around like a headless fly.

When Zhang Lang was tired of walking, he would often let out a painful scream.

In such a harsh environment, Zhang Lang even had a suicidal urge, he wanted to bury his head in this cold sand, and then become a stiff corpse the next day.

But Zhang Lang still had a trace of reason in his mind.

Reason told Zhang Lang that he had to find a way out of the desert as soon as possible, and then find that damn Lao Yan to do something that should be decided.

Zhang Lang didn't know how long he had been walking in the desert.

The night sky is also covered by clouds, and there is not a trace of starlight in sight.

Suddenly, Zhang Lang noticed a pair of green eyes appearing in front of him.

Then more and more, from one pair to dozens of pairs, and then to nearly a hundred.

Zhang Lang's heart immediately sank, and he suddenly felt bad, because Zhang Lang knew very well what those eyes represented, which were clearly the eyes of the wolves.

Soon, those eyes gradually moved towards Zhang Lang.

At this time, the clouds dispersed, and a moonlight fell from the night sky.

Zhang Lang looked towards those eyes, and sure enough, he saw a lot of wolves.

At a rough glance, there were more than 100 of them.

It's a scalp-tinging situation.

Zhang Lang even thought in his mind that he would be divided by the wolves, and then there would be no scum left, and maybe there were some wolves who didn't have anything to eat at all.

"Whew!"

A shrill wolf howl rang out suddenly.

Zhang Lang felt that this wolf howl was like a clarion call for the death sentence to himself.

However, Zhang Lang knew that this was the wolf king's order to attack his wolf brothers!

"Fuck it, don't come here! If Lao Tzu dies, the ghost won't let you go, these beasts!" Zhang Lang howled frantically.

But the wolves simply don't care that Zhang Lang is struggling senselessly.

They just want to eat a bite of delicious food.

At this time, several wolves in front suddenly rushed over!

Zhang Lang felt like his heart was about to jump to his throat, and he accidentally didn't pay attention to the soles of his feet, and he was directly slipped and fell to the ground!

Suddenly, Zhang Lang's hand pressed on the sand seemed to feel something.

In a hurry, Zhang Lang picked up the thing with one hand.

It turned out to be a rusty war knife?

Zhang Lang couldn't afford to think too much, at the moment of life and death, Zhang Lang picked up the rusty war knife and made a defensive posture.

At this time, the wolves were already less than two meters away from Zhang Lang.

At the same time, Zhang Lang felt that what happened to him tonight was very miserable.

Between the lightning and flint, Zhang Lang picked up the rusty war knife and rushed over.

Since it's all death anyway, why don't you fight well, even if you die, you have to die vigorously!

Death may be lighter than a feather, death may be lighter than Mount Tai, this is a wise saying that Zhang Lang's father often taught, so in Zhang Lang's bones, he has always had such a belief.

"Whew!"

A scream came, and a wolf who bore the brunt of the attack was stabbed in the chest by Zhang Lang and stabbed to death!

Zhang Lang didn't expect the rusty knife in his hand to be so sharp, it seemed that it must be a peerless treasure knife.

It's just that I don't know which hero's portable sword was this sword in the past.