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In the wasteland, the yellow sand seems to be endless, since An Ning can remember, this yellow sand has only stopped once, that is, after that time, my sister disappeared.

The meeting with the sand fox did not affect his life today, and he disappeared peacefully out of the ruined city despite the wind and sand.

An Ning took out a map, and on the rough leather, some zigzag lines were drawn, and in it, some bloody fingerprints were highlighted.

In the middle of the night, An Ning's gaze stopped on a bloody fingerprint in the north of the map, and two ugly words were written next to it, Oasis.

The name Oasis may not represent hope in the wasteland, but it may also be a calamity.

The delicious fruit and sweet pure water make countless scavengers flock to it, even if they face death.

The oasis that An Ning is going to is naturally not a real oasis, and the real oasis has long been occupied by hunters.

This oasis was a calamity, but that didn't stop him from trying his luck around, there were always some ignorant rookies who would run in ecstatically, and if he was lucky, he might escape one or two.

And at that time, it was the moment of his receipt.

Kindness?

An Ning squatted down, and on the sand in front of him, there were many messy track marks, extending to the east.

Obviously, a convoy has passed here, and ordinary carriages do not leave such deep imprints, like the carriage of the sand fox, the tracks passed on the sand and soil, but only a moment before being buried by the wind and sand.

Obviously, this convoy transports heavy loads.

Sighing, An Ning already had the answer in his heart, and a new person had been shipped, and they would become new scavengers and live the same life as him.

An Ning looked at the sky, wiped the sweat from his head, and quickened his pace, he was going home before dark.

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A dozen miles away from Anning, a team of chariots and horses was advancing slowly, and black flags were dancing in the air, with a purple scorpion carved on them.

In the iron bar, a dozen ragged people were held, and around the prison car, a dozen ordinary scavengers, armed with weapons, banged on the iron bars with warnings.

Directly in front of the convoy, a scar-faced man on a horse patted his horse's neck and swallowed.

"Whew-"

A strange cry sounded suddenly, the convoy stopped instantly, Scarface's expression froze, and there was some chaos around, the scavengers looked around in horror, even the faces of the people in the prisoner car were not very good-looking, although they didn't understand what was happening, but it was obviously not a good thing.

"You, keep going." Scarface pointed to a skinny scavenger and said without refusal.

"Great, my lord, we can let them explore the way." The thin scavenger said with a stiff face and begging, his eyes looking at the prisoner cart.

Scarface's face darkened, and a black warhammer appeared in his hand, "I'll give you another chance." ”

The skinny scavenger turned pale and staggered forward.

The wind and sand around him gradually became a little smaller, and the thin scavenger walked nearly fifty meters away, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, turned his head to look at the scar-faced man, and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, it should be safe." ”

Scarface looked at him and said indifferently, "Go on." ”

The thin scavenger could only continue to walk forward, and after he had walked more than ten meters, he suddenly felt that it was dark, and a cold breath ran down the soles of his feet and went straight to the top of his head.

The dark hair turned snow-white, the lean but still strong muscles gradually dried up, and finally, the last bit of life of the skinny scavenger disappeared without a sound.

It wasn't until the corpse fell to the ground that there was a piercing scream from the crowd, and even the hunter Scarface, who led the team, had an ugly face, he didn't see how this man died, but it was certain that they had met with calamity.

"That's bad luck." Scarface scolded under his breath and commanded to his side, "To the north, let's go around." ”

I can't afford to provoke it, so I can just hide from it, but there is a disaster here, and I should record it when I go back.

In the prison car, a little girl curled up in a corner, her dirty hair covering her face, a pair of dark eyes, numb and hollow, she stared straight at the ground, as if she saw something, chapped lips, muttered softly, unfortunately, no one heard clearly.

"If you can't escape, it will follow us."

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"Damn, what the hell is this!"

The scar-faced man clenched the war hammer in his hand, sweat was already appearing in his palm, and he wanted to try to get around, but soon a person turned into a dry corpse, and what was even more terrifying was that this person died in the prison car.

Scarface is sure that they are being targeted by a calamity!

Then, in just half an hour, ten people turned into dried corpses one after another, Scarface was scared, he didn't know what was going on, those people seemed to have been taken away from their lives in an instant, without any warning, as if they had met the Grim Reaper.

The crowd panicked, and Scarface was in no mood to pay attention to these people, he rode his horse and galloped towards the way he came.

He doesn't want to die here, since he can't move forward, he retreats, and as for those scavengers, he can ask for more blessings.

"Whew-"

The strange sound returns, sounding a little angry, as if annoyed by Scarface's escape, or some other reason.

The shadows under everyone's feet were suddenly infinitely magnified, connected with each other, and then intertwined, finally forming a black deep pool, and a black shadow giant hand conjured up, instantly catching up with Scarface, fusing with his shadow, and wrapping it in Scarface's frightened and desperate complexion.

"I said it, I can't escape."

In the crowd, the little girl's head was lowered, and she looked at the inky ground below her, with a smile on her face.

There's her shadow in there.

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