(Xie Lu, thank you for your support...... ）

Turpan is a well-known place in Xinjiang.

In the geography book, there is an introduction to the Turpan Basin, where the altitude is negative, which is lower than the sea level.

In Journey to the West, there is also a story here.

Sun Wukong vs. Princess Iron Fan, the Flame Mountain that he passed through is here.

So, the characteristic here is heat.

Fortunately, it is winter, and when Wang Hengxiao and his son got off the train in Turpan, they only felt the cold wind. Wang Hengxiao was wearing a small padded jacket and a fur hat on her head, but her little face was still red from the cold wind, and her father reached out to get him the wind-blocking ears on both sides of the hat.

From here, you can take a car to Bazhou, and you can go directly to your home.

Thinking of going home, the tired Wang Daoguo was also very excited, and told Wang Hengxiao about the changes in the family in the past two years, and the most talked about was the two-year-old sister.

"You used to say that you were alone and Mo played with you, and when you beat with others, no one helped you, this Ha'er has a sister, you have to take good care of her when you go back, you know?"

Wang Hengxiao naturally nodded vigorously, with his hands in his pockets, and his right hand was playing with a thumb-length needle.

When you come to the border of Xinjiang, you can see many ethnic minorities, and Uyghurs who look like foreigners in the interior are everywhere, speaking non-standard Mandarin at the entrance of the train station, or peddling their own specialties, or soliciting customers to hotels.

In his previous life, Wang Hengxiao was not very interested in Uyghurs, and he was a little disgusted in his heart, so when he saw these people at this time, he didn't have a good face.

Wang Daoguo was also a little jealous of these Uyghurs, and pulled Wang Hengxiao towards the bus station without saying a word.

It's about seven or eight hours to drive home from here.

"Master, two people go to Shuoxing County!"

The driver was a middle-aged Han man, and hurriedly helped Wang Daodao take the luggage and put it on the luggage rack of the shuttle bus, and said, "Okay, you get on the bus first, and leave when the next person is full, soon!" ”

The bus station near the train station is naturally very crowded, and they are all people from all over the world, which is very mixed.

Wang Daodao personally put his luggage up, and then sat on the seat with Wang Hengxiao with confidence, and paid the fare, 100 yuan for two people.

In this era, there is no station with very formal management and strict management, especially in remote areas like Xinjiang, the people who run sports cars are pulling people by themselves and collecting money by themselves, and few will go to the station to buy tickets, one is time-consuming, and the other is that the driver does not like it, so he makes a little less money.

"Sleep in the car, and then go to the house."

Wang Daodao sat in his seat and said tiredly.

Wang Hengxiao, who was next to him, opened his small schoolbag and still took out a book to look at.

Many people came up in the car one after another, most of them Uighurs.

Uyghurs eat mutton all year round, and the smell on their bodies is not very good. Wang Hengxiao was sitting in front and back of Uyghurs, and the most unbearable thing was that someone took off his shoes, and the smell suddenly choked his nose.

Wang Daodao frowned and didn't say anything, such a situation is very common in Xinjiang.

Most of the long-distance buses running through northern and southern Xinjiang are ethnic minorities. It's not a night bus, it's better, if you take a night bus, that is, a sleeper bus, those ethnic minorities will take off their shoes to sleep, and there will be no one standing in the whole car.

I can't figure out how they could endure it themselves.

After a while, Wang Daoguo fell asleep, and he was really tired from the train for three days and three nights.

Wang Hengxiao looked at the book, dazed, and fell asleep, after all, he was a child, and his energy was not so sufficient.

I don't know how long it took!

A loud noise woke up Wang Hengxiao and his son.

"Take out you, you, your money, ......"

Hearing this intermittent non-standard Mandarin, Wang Hengxiao's head suddenly became agitated and sobered up. Father Wang Guoguo also quickly came to his senses and squeezed Wang Hengxiao inside.

The car was already in chaos at this time, the driver was pointed to the neck by a bearded man with a knife, and parked the car in the Gobi Desert on the side of the road, the other two held two steel bars and guarded the door, and two people held a sack, walked over there, searched one by one, searching for valuable things.

Wang Hengxiao frowned and muttered: "Unlucky, I haven't encountered such a thing in my last life for thirty years, but now I have encountered it." ”,

In his previous life, Wang Hengxiao grew up in Xinjiang, and the impression of outsiders in Xinjiang was that it was chaotic and dangerous...... But every time Wang Hengxiao meets such a person, he will refute it, he has lived in Xinjiang for 20 years, and he has never encountered that kind of thing, where is the danger?

But now, Wang Hengxiao believes it.

It is far away from Turpan, it is a Gobi Desert, and mountains can be seen in the distance.

On the way, there are sometimes passenger cars and trains. This road is a national highway, which runs through the north and south of Xinjiang, and there are a lot of cars passing by.

But no matter how many cars pass by, no one will come to their rescue.

"Ah...... My earrings ......"

"This necklace is fake and worthless......"

Two Uyghurs are full of tyranny, one is holding a sack, the other is holding a ruler-long knife, one seat, one seat is grabbed next to another, and it is specifically to rob things of foreign Han people, the same Uyghurs, they do not rob.

The first few women were forcibly stripped of their earrings and necklaces, with blood on their ears, and their clothes were slightly torn, robbing them of their money.

"Ah......h

There was a scream, and the noisy carriage suddenly fell silent.

A middle-aged man who resisted was stabbed in the stomach by the Uighur with a knife, and blood flowed and he collapsed on a chair.

"Whoever is disobedient, I will kill him......"

The Uighur with the knife was also nervous, with blood still flowing from the knife in his hand, and shouted at the carriage with a shaky face.

"What should I do?"

Wang Hengxiao is also very nervous at this time, now that he is still a child, it is still okay to play a little clever, but there is no way to deal with such a vicious, unreasonable, and murderous villain who kills people with knives at every turn.

The only way to do this is to use more force to defeat them.

But Wang Hengxiao does not have such ability now.

With a movement of his wrist, he took out a silver needle, which was the set given to him by Master Li, and Wang Hengxiao's fingers twisted, rubbing them one by one.

"Take out your money, ......"

Soon, two Uyghur robbers came to Wang Guoguo's father and son, and a small knife was directly aimed at Wang Daguo, the knife was still dripping blood, and his eyes swept his whole body.

The sack shook a little, and Ding Ling was squealing, obviously containing a lot of things from before.