Chapter Forty-Eight: The Ghost Sand Pirates

The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and everyone was getting more and more nervous, as if after a long time, and as if it was just a moment, hundreds of figures appeared around the place where light and darkness met. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

The leader of the caravan shook his head helplessly and dropped his weapon, shouting: "Heroes, we are the caravan of the Li family of Cao Pengshi in Tunshi County, we are willing to surrender and accept the ransom, and the Li family will redeem us from all the heroes!"

The other members also dropped their swords in frustration and stood obediently.

They understood that the enemy who came to attack this time was not the sand thieves supported by those officials in the county town, but the real sand thieves.

It's just that the more than 100 figures didn't stay, they were still silent, and walked over slowly.

The caravan was dumbfounded when they saw the figure in the light, and the sand thieves were wrapped in a tight black leather suit, and their heads were wrapped in a large oval black object.

They couldn't detect a trace of humanity in these strange people.

The people of the caravan were panicked and didn't know what to do, and the leader was even more pale, his whole body trembled, his teeth were pounding up and down, and he shouted in horror: "It's actually the legendary ghost sand bandits?!"

"What??!no!

But it's a pity that these weird guys don't need weapons, they just stretch out their hands wrapped in black leather cases and directly penetrate the bodies of the caravan personnel, and their still beating hearts are pulled out and held high.

The oval-shaped black helmet suddenly cracked like lotus petals, and the bleeding heart was thrown into it. With a disgusting chewing sound, the helmet of the lotus petals returned to its original shape again.

The caravan members didn't even have time to see if it was a person or something else inside the helmet!

Seeing his subordinates being eaten alive like this, the caravan leader was directly paralyzed in fright, screaming and struggling in terror, surrounded by dense ghostly sand thieves, and with the last scream, there was a complete silence.

Like those caravans, the Tang family's hunting party was also killed by having their hearts gouged out, and after the dust settled, the black-skinned people dragged all the corpses into the caravan's gathering place.

Even the mounts and carts of the Li family's caravan and the Tang family's hunting team were brought over and gathered together by the black-skinned people.

Everything was neatly tied, as if these dark-skinned people were forced to be neat.

After finishing the work, the black skin was on the outermost periphery, forming a circle, and then everyone's helmets instantly split into lotus shapes, and instantly recovered.

Just like a signal, the horses and camels, which were still a little restless and shaking their heads, gouging their hooves, and neighing slightly, suddenly screamed in horror and were swallowed directly by a huge serpent that emerged from the sand.

The huge snake-like creature quickly burrowed back into the sand, and the neatly stacked corpses, mounts, cars, and even bonfires that had just been stacked disappeared without a trace. Only the hundreds of black-skinned people were still standing quietly in a circle.

It seemed that after a while, or in an instant, a black-robed man with a cold face emerged from under the sand as if he had come out of the water.

He ignored the black-skinned men gathered around, and looked up very intently at the hazy moonlight in the sky obscured by the clouds.

This cold man, who was probably in his prime, seemed to be very obsessed with the moon, so he looked up and watched quietly, and the black-skinned people around him were motionless like puppets.

After a while, the clouds were blown away by the wind, and the bright moonlight shone down, illuminating the desert area.

The black-robed man showed a smile on his face, closed his eyes, stretched out his hand from under the black robe, and made several handprints that were so cumbersome that people couldn't remember, and then he could see with the naked eye, wisps of silver-white light descended from the sky, penetrating through the black robe and directly into his body.

And a look of satisfaction appeared on the face of the black-robed man, as if he was enjoying it.

But the silver light only lasted for about a dozen breaths before disappearing.

The black-robed man flipped a few handprints again, but the silver light did not appear again, so he had to retract his hand under the black robe with a look of dissatisfaction, reluctantly glanced at the still white moonlight, and then glanced around, and directly spat and scolded: "Phew, a month is just such a little time, what a ghost place!"

While pacing back and forth on the sand, he touched his chin and muttered to himself: "I don't know what the top thinks, I actually sent a genius like me Li Muran to this ghost place where birds don't, and let this genius sneak like a mouse to hunt creatures and create black-clothed guards!"

"As long as there are enough living beings, you can create an army of black-clothed guards in a short period of time! Not to mention anything else, as long as you devour the tens of thousands of people in Bali Pavilion, you can create a black-clothed guard of 10,000 people, and then even if you capture the entire Tunshibian County, it will not be a problem!"

"Why do you have to strictly order this genius to only sneak around? It took only a hundred people to hide in this ghost place for a few years, and tonight they took advantage of their negligence and there was no one else around, so they devoured more than two hundred in one fell swoop, and this time they can create more than twenty black-clothed guards, and I don't know when the next opportunity will be!"

"Hey, seeing that team of more than 100 barbarians before, it really made my day's mouth water, with their vigorous bodies, at least they can make more than fifty black-clothed guards! It's a pity that it is a team of real nobles, and the higher authorities specially ordered me not to hurt them. ā€

"Damn, a real pavilion man is a fart, he always shrinks his hands and feet, when will our anti-imperial plan be completed?! But since the command from above, this genius can only obey. ā€

"Whatever, when the report of this genius is delivered, there will be a new task down, and this place should not stay for long. Simply sell the materials that you got before, get a batch of money to improve your life, and bribe your superiors to leave this hellish place as soon as possible. ā€

The black-robed man muttered to himself for a while, stretched, looked up at the moon, and shook his head helplessly: "Hey, I have to wait for next month to see the light of day again." As he spoke, he sank into the sand as if he had submerged in water, and the hundreds of black-skinned people around him also sank.

A gust of wind blew by, and all traces were swept away, as unremarkable as any other desert terrain.