It was a face covered with mud, but with an incomparable sense of familiarity, Zhu Beichen felt that he must know him.

When he was frightened, the man at his feet suddenly stretched out a thin hand and grabbed his foot and neck, with very strong force, like a drowning man grasping a life-saving straw.

Stunned, Zhu Beichen shook over, and his first reaction was to pull his leg hard, and a strong sense of fear came to him, making him stomp on the withered hand vigorously.

The sound of this tossing alarm Han Qingxin, she was vigilant with her gun, Yang Xi's reaction was even stronger, and the semi-circular ice blade was ready to be picked out with her hand in hand.

The man at his feet called softly, and his voice was so weak that he couldn't hear what he was saying.

Zhu Beichen hurriedly said: "Don't do it, it's like a living person." ”

Shichima wondered in his heart, how could there be a living person in the mud, and now he also heard the sound in the mud.

Zhu Beichen bowed down, carefully probing the man's snort, with a bit of warm airflow, his heart settled down at this time, and beckoned: "There is someone here, come and help get him out." ”

A few people hesitated, but no one dared to step forward, and they all looked like they were hesitating.

Ning Yun pushed the fat man and said, "The fat man is fat, it is most appropriate for you to go." ”

The fat man glared back and said, "Why, fat people have high blood pressure, they can't stand the fright, and they are prone to heart disease when they are scared." ”

"I'll do it." Yang Xi withdrew his weapon, pinned it on his waist and walked over, confirming that it was indeed a big living person buried in the mud.

The quagmire, the man was stuck in the quagmire, Zhu Beichen was almost standing on the edge of the quagmire, stepping on it and being dragged by the people at his feet.

"Don't come here yet, I feel like I've stepped into the mud."

Yang Xi, who had just left, looked at Zhu Beichen and then at July, and when he saw his deep roots, he understood that he was staggered.

"Find a thicker branch, you grab the branch and drag the two of them slowly, don't struggle too hard, it will sink deeper and deeper." Shichima said.

The figure under his feet fluttered a few more times, Zhu Beichen stumbled, almost didn't stand firm, and was dragged a few points closer to the quagmire by him.

The person in the mire had his entire body under the mud, only one head was exposed, and the expression was extremely painful under the mud-covered face.

Han Qingxin broke off a few vines and threw them at Zhu Beichen's feet. He didn't dare to move too much, and when he leaned over and grabbed the vine, the man's body fell into a little bit more, and the hand holding Zhu Beichen's thigh tightened.

Zhu Beichen had already scolded in his heart, thinking that if you want to die, can you not drag me, and his mouth was extremely nervous and asked: "You light, we will all burp like this again." ”

The man seemed to understand, and his body no longer struggled and squirmed, but his eyes were stunned and looked at Zhu Beichen with a pitiful gaze, as if to say: Please, help me.

The feet were hugged to death, as if they were filled with lead, Zhu Beichen grabbed one end of the vine, and on the other side, Qijian, Yang Xi, Fat Man and others pulled the other end.

With a force, Zhu Beichen took the clay figure under his feet and pulled it up to the surface little by little, and the body of the clay figure gradually revealed the silt surface.

July and Ning Yun watched nervously from the side, cold sweat flowing.

Clay figurines unearthed!

Zhu Beichen and the rest of the people who participated in the rescue were so tired that they lay on the ground and gasped sharply, and the person had been lying on the ground without moving since he left the dangerous place.

After a while, the fat man stepped forward and kicked the clay figure: "Hey, hey, hey, you're okay, don't Lao Tzu work hard to get you up, and when you look back, you'll give me a breath, are you worthy of the majority of working people?" ”

Under the kick, the clay figure really reacted, still looking lifeless, but stretched out his hand and waved it twice, I don't know if it was thanks or really powerless.

Ahem, the mud man suddenly coughed a few times towards the mud, and spit out a layer of black and wet mud from his mouth, with the sour smell of gastric juice, and the fat man was so disgusted that he pulled his legs and took several steps back.

****！ The fat man was really disgusted, and wanted to go up and kick his feet again. That's when he was caught by Shichima, "Wait, he can't survive." ”

Zhu Beichen's brain exploded with a "buzz", and he complained in his heart: "What kind of situation, I almost dragged me into the water before I died, and now I am about to hang up when I am rescued." ”

The clay figurines' arms went limp, squirming on the ground with weakness, and their lips squirmed as if trying to tell them something. Zhu Beichen recognized the watch in his hand, and said in a lost voice: "Strassman, it's actually him?" ”

July's heart suddenly tightened, and he really didn't recognize the person covered in mud before as Strathman. He has been following Jiang Erye's team, it is said that Strathsman is an expert in biology, and the role of searching for the ancient city buried in the sand is immeasurable, why was he abandoned here by them?

Brushing away the thick layer of mud on his face, the familiar face of the old and thin appeared in front of him. If it's not Strassmann, who else could it be?

"Ya, you're really an old immortal."

Thinking of this trip to Lop Nur, all the difficulties and dangers encountered were caused by this old man's kidnapping, Zhu Beichen couldn't hold back his emotions and immediately grabbed Strathman's collar, and hit him on the cheek with a heavy right hook, which immediately knocked him out a few teeth.

"Damn, I knew it was you and I bothered to save something."

Just as he was about to punch two more times, he was stopped by Shichima with a cane: "If you continue to fight like this, you will beat him to death, even if you have hatred in your heart, he is also a person who is about to die." ”

It almost killed Strathman, and he was beaten so hard that his last breath was almost broken, his whole face was buried in the mud, and he could hear him babbling something in his mouth.

What, what is this old immortal still talking about, Zhu Beichen lost his mind, but when he heard him, it didn't look like he was scolding.

"I'm sorry..."

"Thank you..."

Zhu Beichen stopped, because he heard these two sentences clearly, the first sentence was apologizing to himself, and the second sentence was thanking himself for saving his life. All of a sudden, no matter how big the grievances were, most of them were eliminated by these two sentences. Shichima is right, he is a dying man, so what's the point of caring about it.

Ning Yun helped the dirty Strathman to sit up, and July checked his pulse, Ning Yun felt that his palms were wet, and when he got closer, he saw that he was blind: "Girl, blood, his back is injured." ”

Shichima's attention was focused on the quagmire, and he swept through the quagmire with a strange expression, and there were sharp hard objects in the quagmire.

Strathman's expression was as hard as he breathed as Shichima asked, "What's the matter, they left you behind?" ”

The old man was not very angry, on the contrary, his face was much calmer, and he may have seen everything before he died: "No, it has nothing to do with them, I am trapped in it, and there is no way to save it." ”