"It's raised by Xuandao, this stinky Taoist priest, just like a living immortal, I can't escape his eyes for anything, I don't like such a person, if you want to come out, you come out, I always like to hide, he has done all the good things, I still have to appreciate it." Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Wushuang pouted disdainfully.

"Master Zu is already a half-immortal, is it an immortal, it must be that the dragon sees the head and the tail, but Hai Dongqing's appearance on the Gobi Desert means that he should not be far from here. Ma Ya said.

After a while, the sound of the Mongolian prayers and prayers gradually disappeared, and according to their custom, the process of exorcising evil spirits from the dead may have to be kept all night. Maybe it's because the wind and sand are too big.

"Guest!" Wuenqi pushed open the door and rushed in.

"Hey, Wu Enqi, we're a young couple anyway, can you trouble knocking on the door next time you come in?" Wushuang said unhappily.

He apologized: "I'm sorry for disturbing the rest of the guests, but ...... Can you please help me see my aunt?"

"What's wrong?"

"I don't understand one sentence or two sentences, let's go and take a look, the old people in the clan haven't seen it either. Wushuang noticed that Unqi was carrying a shotgun in his hand. It must not be himself who he has to deal with, otherwise he wouldn't be so friendly.

Wushuang put on his clothes and walked out of the yurt with Ma Ya, Wu Enqi didn't know that they all had guns with them, so he quickly handed his shotgun to Wushuang and asked him if he could use a gun.

"Is it so serious?" Wushuang asked him.

Wu Enqi didn't speak, if he had other ways to deal with it, he wouldn't let Wushuang be an outsider to see the joke.

Wushuang followed Wu Enqi to the back of the yurt where his aunt lived, and during the day the people had temporarily built an altar out of wooden planks behind the yurt, and many stones were piled on the altar, and the old lady's body was placed on the altar, and the other elders were customary to go around the corpse on the altar with torches and chant in circles.

But now, the old Mongolian men all hid to the side, poked their heads out, and secretly looked at the corpses on the altar, and no one dared to go out.

Wushuang saw that the corpses on the altar were actually fighting, and she stared straight at the vast desert in the northeast, her fingers still hanging like crooked chicken paws.

"When?" Wushuang didn't dare to step forward directly.

Just now, the old people stood up after singing for the first time. Uenqi said.

Wushuang tilted his head to look at the corpse, and the corpse didn't move, just standing stiffly on the altar.

"Brother, is there a corpse? Could it be that the old lady was touched by a weak man last night?" In Tibet and Mongolia, the legend of a weak man touching the top has always been like a nightmare. The weak man is actually a zombie dumpling on the grassland.

"No, I have examined the corpse, there may be no resentment in the body, and there is no reason to cheat the corpse. ”

Oh...... Oh...... Oh...... Suddenly, there was a terrible wolf howl from the north of the desert, and after the wolf howl, the old lady's stiff body actually moved.

The frightened group of herdsmen who watched the excitement fled in a hurry, and one by one they returned home and closed their doors, and no one dared to show their heads. Only Uenqi and two Han Chinese were left guarding the old lady's body.

"Guest, what should I do?"

"Let's see what's going on first, rest assured, it's not a weak man, and a weak man usually gets up on the seventh day after death. Wushuang said to him.

The corpse stiffened and moved down from the altar step by step, it followed the sound of the wolf howling in the desert to the north and walked out to meet the sand wind, the sand wind was violent, coupled with the darkness of the sky, the visibility from five meters away was very low, and the corpse disappeared from everyone's sight in a short time.

"Is it the call of the Sand King? The ancient tomb is going to Sand City to rest for a long time. "Foolish Unqi knelt on the ground and thanked God.

"Then you just keep kneeling, girl, let's go up and take a look!" Wushuang knew that there must be something else to this strange corpse, so he threw the shotgun to Wu Enqi and followed quickly with the horse.

The Gobi Desert at your feet has long since lost its green grass, the weak poplar forest can't stop the sandstorm, and the fine sand under your feet has left a line of footprints, and the stiff corpse is walking towards the desert of death.

Ma Ya wanted to say something to Wushuang, but a mouthful of sand quickly closed it again. She suspects that the sand fox is devouring souls, the sand fox is extremely evil, it has been active in the desert and the Gobi Desert for a long time, and it will use a special cry to seduce those who are about to die or have just died to take the initiative into its mouth.

Walking out of the Gobi Desert, the sand under his feet was extremely soft, and the yellow sand in front of him was the sky, and Wushuang's eyes, ears, and nose were filled with sand. They walked behind the corpse for about half an hour, because with each step forward, their calves would sink into the sand, so they had a difficult walk, and it took several times more effort to walk than in normal times.

Gradually, the poplar forests on the Gobi Desert have been small, and they are already approaching the edge of the desert. Ahead, the corpse stopped, and the wolf howl in the desert disappeared.

The wind roared all around, and the yellow sand covered the sky. Wushuang saw a point of light faintly appear from the desert, slowly approaching the old lady's body.

He and Ma Ya hid in a sand dune and pulled out their pistols and aimed them in that direction. The thing was approaching, it had a long curtain of light on it, and it came a little closer to see the truth, it turned out to be a wolf, this wolf was much smaller than the steppe wolf, a little like a dog, but obviously its front face was very pointed, and it looked more like a fox from the physiognomy.

"It's a sand fox!" Ma Ya said, but the sandstorm was so fierce that Wushuang couldn't really hear it.

What Wushuang saw in his eyes was the thing's shiny fur, this guy's fur was like a joke, and the light he saw just now was nothing else, it was the soft light on his coat.

Musou aimed at the guy and pulled the trigger as it approached his range. But he forgot that the weather was extremely bad now, the sand was full of sky, and the sand wind was strong enough to reach level nine, and the wind caused a small deviation in the trajectory of the bullet, and it was such a small deviation that made the bullet graze the body of the sand fox and deviate.

The sand fox was so alert that after the bullet sank into the sand, it jumped up and down, and then in the blink of an eye, it hid in the sand wind and disappeared.

Wushuang waved his hand to Ma Ya, and the two stepped forward to check.

The corpse of the old Mongolian lady still stood motionless in the sandstorm, and Wushuang did not dare to get too close to her, although this old lady was a walking corpse at best, and perhaps his Kuixing kick could easily knock her down. But Wuenqi took them in, and it was a life-saving grace, that was someone's aunt, and the Mongols hated others for blaspheming their ancestors.