Yellow sand, long.

The gales here never change all year round, and no matter how the rivers and lakes change, they never change, giving equal cruelty to all visitors. It was the depths of winter, and the desert was cold to the bone, especially in the dark night. Every grain of sand is like a knife that flashes with cold light, cutting human flesh and skin unhurriedly.

In the long yellow sand, there is a team of men and horses on a difficult trek.

There are about more than 10 people in this team, wearing thick warm clothing, and key parts such as joints are heavily entangled. Although it seems to be a refuge, it is the best way to deal with this kind of weather, and at a glance, it is clear that these more than ten people are experts in desert exploration.

At this time of year, few people go into the depths of the desert, and the desert in the depths of winter is as dangerous and mysterious as the desert in the middle of summer. No matter how many treasures there are in the depths of this desert, they will not be explored until the beginning of spring.

But this is no longer the case.

Looking closely, these scavengers, who generally trek hard, generally have more than 20 years of skill, and a few of them have 30 years of skill. As far as a desert treasure hunter is concerned, it is really rare for this cultivator to be able to form a team, no wonder he dares to travel in such bad weather.

The so-called stupid birds fly first, and the early birds have worms to eat, and the harvest of this team of people and horses looks good.

But when I look closely, I feel a little weird.

Because these more than ten people did not have the joy of returning with a full load, but one by one they had sad faces. Those "masters" who have been working for thirty years are not at all like the leaders of other places, not only do they not have any privileges, but they are struggling to ...... Cart?

That's right, if you look closely, it's indeed pulling a cart!

The car is a special car made in the desert, with a sand board for sand boarding, which can effectively reduce the difficulty of pulling the car. But even so, the four masters of thirty years of skill were like the hard labor of the mine, two pushing and two pulling, one foot deep and one shallow, all tired and panting, but they did not rest at all. The speed of the master pulling the car is fast, and the low-handed people are also desperately rushing to keep up with the speed, and this treasure hunting team seems to have no human rights at all.

What's in the car?

Why is it treated like this?

Not visible, blocked by a sturdy shell. The wind and sand crackled on the shell, which was like a small cabin, protecting the inside. In the cold night, the environment is harsh, and these people may have been resting in their shells, but now they are moving at full speed like burning butts.

Walking out of the most violent wind area, the cold wind suddenly weakened a lot, and the flying sand and dust also subsided. Looking up at the sky and looking down at the ground, these old seniors who begged for a living in the desert looked at each other one by one, and wanted to do something with ghosts.

Climbing over a sand dune, a small oasis appears ahead. From a distance, there was a team of about forty people in the oasis, repairing.

Seeing the team in front of him, the eyes of more than ten people here burst with brilliance. The four people who pulled the cart shouted in unison, and the ten people threw down the car and ran away. While running desperately, he yelled at the front: "Come on——! come on——!

The camp not far away immediately burst into an uproar.

The average level of these more than 40 people is even higher than that of the cart-pulling team just now, and it is not uncommon for people with 30 years of skill. They were responsive and well-organized, and all of them, both vigil and rest, found their place in a matter of moments. There were even a few masters with more than 40 years of skill who came out of the tent, and their eyes shot like sharp knives at the more than ten people who rushed towards them: "Who rushed to the camp?

Brush, brush, brush, several bows and crossbows were brought out, aiming at more than a dozen people rushing in.

"My own people, my own people!" The cart puller who fled first immediately identified himself: "Captain, it's me, I'm your squad leader Sun Twenty-four!"

"Sun Twenty-four?" As soon as the torches were unfurled, the people at the head looked at it, and it was indeed the fourth squad under his own command that these wows came over: "It turned out to be you kid, why didn't you go to hunt for alien slaves, what did you run back for?"

"I went, captain, but who would have thought that as soon as I entered the Death Desert, I would run into a strange guy!" Sun Twenty-Four looked back at the car in horror, and found that the car was parked safely in place, without any movement at all, so he briefly explained with a little relief: "As soon as we entered the Death Desert, we saw a person lying there, and when I got closer, it was clearly a panting. I wanted to catch it back, but I never thought that we were not opponents, and we were robbed by him!"

"Huh?" the captain pointed to the car, "The man is in the car?"

"It's in the car! I didn't eat, drink, or move for a few days, and I was surprisingly lazy, just letting us pull the cart out of the desert. ”

"Can you get your name?"

"It's reported!" Zhao Twenty-four nodded busily: "Captain, we have reported your name, and even the master's name, and we don't give face at all!"

"Oh, apart from that damn jade rakshasa in this desert, is there anyone in this desert who dares not to give face to the old man? The captain finally confirmed: "What kind of cultivation does this person have?"

"It's only one line higher than us, and it's been up to 40 years. Sun Twenty-four swore to the sky: "Definitely not your opponent, captain!"

"Okay, I'll see what kind of sacredness this guy who doesn't give us face!" The captain has a bottom in his heart, he knows what kind of goods Sun Twenty-four is, but if there is any trouble, it is the first thing to save his life, and the guy in the car is not necessarily strong. He felt that he was nine out of ten, but he decided to fight the rabbit with a lion.

With a wave of their hand, everyone set out together and surrounded the cart. Scimitar and crossbow surrounded the cart. With the addition of Sun Twenty-four and four others, a total of fifteen masters with thirty years of skill, and six masters with more than forty years of skill, such a lineup could have established a small sect that was not weak a few years ago.

Prepared, Sun Twenty-four had a vicious and happy smile on his face, and he felt that this wave was stable. As long as that guy is caught, with the skills of the alien slave group, he can make him regret walking in this world.

Several masters surrounded the car, but the car still didn't move. The captain felt that the guy hiding inside must be afraid and trembling, and he didn't dare to show his face, so he sneered: "Boy, you dare to move the team of the old man of the smoke pot, it's really boring and crooked, give it to me!"

Whoosh, several hooks flew in from all sides and grabbed the wagon. The good hand pulled hard, and the canopy snapped and fell apart. In the midst of the flying debris, I saw a man lying on the board of the car. The catastrophe came, but the man didn't have the slightest intention of remembering, and he didn't want to move at all.

"Drink ——!" The strong wind howled, and several masters attacked at the same time. The skill is drummed, the moves are ruthless, and the moves are deadly, and in an instant, all the key points on the man's body are shrouded.

In the strong wind, the man didn't even open his eyes.

Under the night sky, there were a few crackling sounds, and the shouts of killing boiled, and quickly turned into screams.

Three minutes later, everything died down, and a lazy voice rang out.

"Pull the cart. ”

So the cart set off again.

However, it was no longer Sun Twenty-four who pulled the cart, but four masters of forty years of skill.