The car quickly drove to the desert, and the eyes were covered with yellow sand.

Since the wheels pressed against the yellow sand, the mouse wilted, leaned on the back of the chair and looked into the distance, as if remembering something, his eyes were fixed, and he did not speak.

Lan Zhi was about the same, her mouth was pursed and she didn't speak, and her wig was thrown aside in a mess.

As the funny mouse, Lan Zhi and Lan Zhi were silent.

For a while, the atmosphere was a little sluggish.

After a long while, Chen Yingying whispered: "Why are you so quiet......

"I'm afraid the rat suddenly remembered the time when he was on a mission before." Lan Zhi looked up slightly at the yellow sand outside the window.

"You're not?"

"I ...... It's about the same as you. Lan Zhi leaned lightly against the car door, she wanted to open the window and reach out to feel the scorching, dry air here. In fact, she did the same, and the window here was against the wind for a while, so no sand would blow in.

Chen Yingying was a little curious, she touched Lan Zhi with her hand and asked them what they had in mind.

"You really want to know?"

"Yes."

"That had to be more than twenty years ago." Lan Zhi withdrew her hand and leaned against the window frame and dragged her head.

And so, time began to go back...... Go back a long, long time.

It was the beginning of July, and the sun was scorching. In order to collect new information requested by the customer, Lan Zhi and the rat choose to break into the desert and make a deal with the trappers of the sand wolf clan.

The Sand Wolves, a mysterious and ancient race, are one of the regions where the Declaration of Chaos is practiced. It is said that their ancestors were steppe wolves in their early years, which is an excellent and dangerous species of wolves that lived in the Mongolian steppes of the ancient Chinese Kingdom.

They are brave, united, murderous and brutal, and after thousands of years of evolution, these sand wolves have long since faded from their former appearance as turtles and evolved into half-human, half-wolf Homo erectus.

As a tribe of the steppe, they took pleasure in selling "handicrafts" and looting and plundering the surrounding tribes. This brutal and violent process has also led to some intelligence trading and some black industries.

The sand wolf is the equivalent of a gangster on the steppe, and they know the affairs of almost all tribes. They don't care if their younger brothers will be bullied by other forces, as long as they don't exterminate the species, they don't care.

The desert is a dead land, and the harsh environment is a natural barrier.

The most popular goods in this desperate land are slaves, and some tribes will sell orcs, children, and orcs to large organizations.

Orcs in the prime of life are often bred to be killers. And where the beast girl and the child are sent is estimated needless to say, everyone understands.

Although inflatable dolls are very developed in this era, and some high-end goods are even similar to people in that regard, there are still some dignitaries who are not satisfied with this. After all, most creatures don't want their bed buddies to be mechanical products that don't have autonomous feelings and thoughts.

To get back to the point, the task of the mouse and Lan Zhi is to inquire about the supply route of the black trading chain of a certain tribe under the sand wolf, and it is best to make a little more detailed picture.

When did they draw their own paintings, the mouse and Lan Zhi decisively chose to take the money to the sand wolf clan to make a deal.

However, sand wolves are not so easy to find, they are located in the middle of the desert.

They searched for three days before they came across a team of robbers who came back, and then found the sand wolf master.

Entered the main family. The streets are chaotic, with butchers slaughtering cattle directly on the side of the street, and the kiln next door begins to receive guests before they even enter the door.

The shops are full of ornaments made of the bones of various animals. Apparently, they were the remains of old or sick slaves from various tribes.

What? Why wasn't he killed, you ask?

That's because they're all pulled to make more advanced crafts. Most of them were forcibly transformed into human form, tortured to death, and made into "art". Like a spine bag, it uses a child's entire backbone.

The leftover dead meat is generally stuffed with twigs or hardwoods and pulled to some more backward places for a**.

Even, Lan Zhi and the rat can directly see the unprocessed "goods" that have been put out on the side of the street.

The mouse feels okay, after all, the age is there, more than two hundred years old, and he has even seen the massacre of the demon clan back then, not to mention this.

Lan Zhi couldn't stand it a little. When she was fighting, she happened to be back to take care of her mother, but she didn't catch up. She felt dizzy when she walked two steps, mainly because there was a cat killing shop in front of the door, and the same kind of blood made her almost crazy, and she couldn't wait to open the killing ring on the spot.

Seeing that Lan Zhi's eyes were starting to be congested, the mouse hurriedly dragged her away.

After all, it's someone else's territory, and if they really can't hold back, it is estimated that they will be the ones who will hang on the cutting board for a while.