When you walk in the land of death, you can know the difference between the soul and the body. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

On the western side of the Himalayas lies a desert that, though arid and barren, hides a citadel and its great secrets.

Because I had to go on a special mission, I went into the desert to scout three times with my special skills, the first two times at night and the third time during the day. Now my teammates are ready to join me.

The bandits entrenched in the desert operate during the day, and when it gets dark, they no longer show up.

After dark, I let Xiao Luo slowly climb to the top of the castle, my soul flew out of the conch shell, and then began to make ghost calls, which were answered sternly.

I said to him: "You can move now, there may be mines on the edge of the desert, you need to be careful, and in the first oasis into the desert, there are two bandits in ambush, you have to deal with them, I am in the castle now, pay attention to keep the communication open!" ”

Sternly answered, and hung up the phone.

I continued to use the ghost signal to make calls, but Zheng Xiumin's phone still didn't get through, and I was not only worried about her. I couldn't reach Zheng Xiumin, so I called Fu Xiaowan and told her that I was fine now, and that this mission should be completed soon. Fu Xiaowan was very happy after hearing this, and specially asked Le Ran to talk to me.

After talking to Fu Xiaowan's mother and daughter, my mood suddenly brightened, and then I dialed the number of the ghost emperor.

The other party answered the phone, and the sound of gurgling water was in the background.

The servant said to me in a hoarse voice: "Xiao Yuan, your task is almost completed, the debt you owe to the deity has not yet been completed, but there is no hurry, although I am in the Western Regions now, I can't help you, some things must be completed by yourself!" ”

I was reluctant to listen to what he said, so I said a few perfunctory words and hung up the phone.

There was a crescent moon rising in the night sky, and I don't remember what time it was. But the moon was almost full, and the bright moonlight sprinkled in the desert like a layer of snow.

I decided not to wait any longer, so I summoned the Day-Rider, which was not badly wounded and didn't delay its run at all, but it was a little hungry.

Once again, a group of Matt-killing teenagers appeared in the castle, screaming and stepping onto the motorcycle, increasing the accelerator pedal continuously, and sparks emerging from the thick exhaust pipe.

I took back the conch shell, and then rode up and down the city, and came to the castle gate, when the castle gate slowly opened, and the group of Mart killers had already driven out of the castle on their motorcycles, saw me, and screamed again.

If it weren't for the limited number of my ghost bullets, I would definitely send these rebellious ghosts to Elysium.

But now the other side is outnumbered, and when they see me, like a pack of hungry wolves seeing a fat sheep, they immediately scream and rush towards me.

All I had to do was lure the snake out of the hole, and with a low roar from my crotch to the horse, I spread out its two thick hind legs and began to run wildly, I turned my head and pulled out the Desert Eagle, holding my hands steady from the bumps, ready to take out one of the incoming enemies first.

At high speed, I couldn't aim, and even with my eyes closed, I couldn't lock onto the target, so I had to give up.

The ghosts of the rebellious teenagers did not give up, they kept speeding up the motorcycle, grabbed the Molotov cocktail in their pockets, lit the cigarette butt in their mouth, and threw it at me.

The Molotov cocktail missed its target and landed on the sand behind the sun, igniting a blaze.

I thought of a ploy and quickly reined in my mount, stopping day by day, its tail sweeping heavily across the sand, rolling up a large cloud of gravel and heading at the Harley-Davidson riders behind me.

Taking advantage of the fact that the other party was temporarily blinded by the sand, I ordered to continue to run forward day by day, I jumped up from day by day, stabilized my soul in mid-air, grasped the Desert Eagle pistol, aimed the muzzle at the leader of the guy, and decisively pulled the trigger.

A bullet whizzed out and hit the fuel tank of the motorcycle he was riding, and with a roar, the motorcycle exploded.

The flames quickly ignited the soul of the young man who killed Matt in the car, and spread towards the remaining knights behind.

Seeing a flame in the sand, I continued to aim my gun at the guys, knocking one over with a single shot, but the rest of the people also spotted my location and threw Molotov cocktails at me.

I hurriedly fell from the air, grabbed a motorcycle, shot the rider above, grabbed the handlebar with my left hand, shifted a little with my left foot, and the motorcycle roared over the flames on the sand.

It was a really exciting feeling, the cool breeze blowing in my face, the sand splashing under the tires of the motorcycle, and the roar of the motorcycle throttle, gave me a feeling that I had never felt before, and I was a little surprised.

It's no wonder that more and more young people like to fly cars, but I just wanted to run for my life.

A group of bikers chased after me, and one of the Molotov cocktails hit the rear wheel of the Harley-Davidson motorcycle, igniting the rubber tires as they landed.

The guys in the back kept throwing Molotov cocktails, and I was hit in the back by a Molotov cocktail, which also ignited a raging flame, but I couldn't feel the heat.

I saw the day-by-day mount in front of me, and it was waiting for me.

The motorcycle under my crotch was about to be hit by the flames of the rear wheel, so I jumped up from the motorcycle and quickly floated towards the mount in front of me, when I heard the roar of an explosion behind me, and the motorcycle I had just grabbed had been blown into a pile of scrap metal, and there were still flames.

My soul snatched it on the back of the Sun-Chasing Mount, and continued to flee ahead, I remember the road, there should be an oasis ahead, and there was a lake in the oasis.

The day by day the mount led me into the oasis, and I jumped from my mount again, hovered in mid-air, held my hands steady, and shot at the bikers in pursuit.

I found that shooting the fuel tank of their motorcycle was more effective than hitting them in the head.

Although these guys are outnumbered and very rampant, they also have a fatal weakness, that is, they have no guns, only Molotov cocktails.

Under my constant attacks, the number of remaining bikers dropped rapidly, and my ghost bullets were quickly exhausted, but there were still a few on the other side, who were already extremely vicious, waiting for their blood-red eyes, replaced by a ride, chasing after me, constantly smashing the Molotov cocktail in their hands at me.

I didn't dodge anymore, and the Molotov cocktails fell on me and quickly burst into flames, but they didn't burn me at all, and I saw the ghost talisman under my neck emitting black flames, engulfing the flames of the Molotov cocktails.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, I continued to shoot and dealt with the remaining two guys, and the last guy saw this, immediately turned the car around and began to run for his life.

I hurriedly raised my gun in pursuit, but the desert eagle made a crisp crashing sound, and the bullets inside had run out.

The Sun-Chasing Mounts beside me were already eating the vanishing souls that I had slain, its favorite food.

I rolled over and rode a motorcycle to chase after me, but I heard the roar of the Humvee engine in front of me and my cell phone ringing, so I turned it on and pressed the answer button.

The call was stern, and he said to me: "There are no mines at the edge of the desert, so we have been looking for more than an hour in fear, and we will now rush to the first oasis, has the situation changed in you?" ”

I hurriedly replied: "I have no change here, but I have left the castle and am ready to join you, be careful, the enemy has a Humvee on the way!" ”

The Humvee was already coming towards me, and I hurriedly put my motorcycle on the gas pedal and sent it into the lake, while I grabbed the back of the day and sped off to the other side of the lakeshore.