"There are too many dangerous things in the desert, so you should dismiss the idea of looking for treasure! Those treasures are guarded by the gods, and if you really find them and take them out of the desert, you will be punished! "Whitebeard" was afraid that Mazi and I would still have some thoughts about the treasure recorded on the stone tablet, so he emphasized it again. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

I did not want to hear the old man continue to whisper his gods in my ear, and drove the camel back to the back of the caravan.

Today's wind and sand are much stronger than yesterday's, and the sound of sand particles hitting the dense mirror can be clearly heard every time a strong wind blows, and the huge wind and sand blow head-on, causing the camel caravan to slow down, and "Whitebeard" turns around and begins to repeat and shout "If the wind continues to grow, you must go back" and so on.

I've seen the Black Sandstorm in the book before, it's not much like what Whitebeard told us, and if the wind really continues like this, we really have to return immediately, six people and fifteen camels, a whole twenty-one lives can't be thrown into this desert because of the legendary magic lamp.

As time progressed, the wind did not weaken, and "Whitebeard" looked up at the sky on the other side of the wind source, and suddenly shouted a trumpet that we did not understand, and as soon as the trumpet was shouted, all the camels in the caravan let out a high-pitched cry as if they had started a madness.

Almost at the same time as the trumpet was issued, all the camels turned their direction in unison, and the whole camel caravan instantly became the front team, and the camels, whether they were carrying goods or people, all made a sound and galloped wildly in the direction we came.

"Fuck, are these fucking camels crazy?" For some reason, he was taken aback by the sudden movement of the camel caravan, and he began to scold his mother again. No one knows why "Whitebeard" suddenly shouted the trumpet.

I didn't understand the purpose of "Whitebeard", but I felt as if something bad was going to happen, and the wind gradually became stronger, and the yellow sand that flew up crackled on our leather backs, crisp and urgent.

After a hundred and eighty degrees, the caravan was running in the direction of the wind, and the speed was much faster, but it was too bumpy, and on several occasions I had to be thrown off by the mad camel if I had not grasped the reins.

"Whitebeard" no longer cares about a few of our questions, only cares about himself desperately shouting the trumpet, this trumpet seems to be the highest order to the camel, every time the trumpet sounds, it is the fastest time for the camel team, when the speed of the camel team slows down, the "Whitebeard" horn will sound again, and that's it, so that the speed of the camel team has not slowed down from beginning to end.

Although he is already an old camel of more than 20 years, he can run no less than his "younger generations", and after a few trumpets of "Whitebeard", his camel has come to us, so that the sound of the trumpet I can hear is louder and louder.

When "Whitebeard" didn't shout, I also asked him at the top of my voice, "Why did you suddenly turn around?" Isn't there no black sandstorm yet? ”

I don't know if it's because the camel is too bumpy or "Whitebeard" deliberately shook his head a few times: "It's too late for you to see the black sandstorm, the wind is so strong, and there is no intention to stop, it's a matter of time before the black sandstorm comes!" After speaking, he didn't forget to shout another trumpet, and the camel team that had just slowed down was mobilized again.

I clutched the reins in both hands to prevent being thrown off the sand at my feet by the mad beast under my crotch, and then stepped on by the blindless creatures behind me, so that my life would be over.

Holding the reins in my hand, I dared to turn my head to my back, and there was nothing behind me except for the layers of sand waves blown by the wind, and the sky did not become dim or dark because of the wind, but became a little dark yellow under the action of yellow sand, and the sky above my head that was not polluted by yellow sand was still blue, not to mention dim, even a white cloud was invisible.

Looking at such a clear sky, I think "Whitebeard" must be overly worried, I don't know if he has personally experienced black sandstorms before, but since he lives in a desert area, there will still be a lot of contact with black sandstorms, and it is not for nothing that he was afraid of the well rope after being bitten by a snake for ten years, it may be that he has been stimulated by black sandstorms before, and he will be so nervous now!

And at this moment, the sky on the other side of the wind source suddenly changed from dark yellow to jet black, and gradually the originally clear sky was replaced by a huge "black line" in a short time, and the black line became thicker and thicker, and in a very short time from a line to an overwhelming "black cloth", and then my heart began to tense, and the most primitive and essential survival instinct also began to tell me - the black sandstorm is coming!

I don't know how Whitebeard could sense the black sandstorm when the sky was clear, but thanks to his keen awareness, we could see the hope of survival.

The rest of the people also noticed the rapid attack of the black sandstorm after I found out that it was coming, and several of them also shouted the horn of the camel that they had just received from "Whitebeard".

But the camels did not seem to buy the trumpets that came out of their mouths, and it was only when the strong voice of "Whitebeard" sounded again that the camels continued to sprint forward like crazy.

I asked a few other people except "Whitebeard" to stop shouting in vain to shout the horn that had no effect, now the top priority is to run for their lives and maintain their strength, I see that the camel will have to get tired and lie down sooner or later if it continues to run like this, and then the camel will have no strength, and we will have no strength because of shouting too many trumpets, and then it will really be called that the earth and the earth will not be able to scream every day.

The huge "black cloth" has swallowed half of the sky behind, the sun has long been covered by the yellow sand, without the sun's irradiation, the temperature has gradually decreased, if there is no black sandstorm behind the chase, now this temperature is really comfortable for us.

But now at this critical juncture, who can still consider comfortable things, although the temperature is a lot cooler, but the sweat on my body is more and more, so much that it has wet the whole clothes, and when the huge wind blows on the body, the sweat quickly evaporates and brings a burst of coolness, and the sweat on the back continues to evaporate rapidly, and it makes my back a little wet and itchy several times, but I dare not let go of a hand to reach out to my back to stop the itching, I can only endure the itch with both hands just holding the reins, and silently thinking about the black sandstorm in my heart to hurry over.