The yellow sand is long, and the camel bells are bursting.

"Luotou, there is another bad guy going in that direction, and at first glance he is a layman." A porter who drove a camel pointed to the green SUV and said to a big man.

The big man looked up for a moment, put down the kettle in his hand, and sighed, "That place has not been peaceful lately, and there are not a few people who have died in that tribe, so we have to stop that daredevil." ”

The off-road vehicle stopped at the edge of a mound, Mu Qinghe pushed open the car door, ran down with a roll, and vomited on the side. Shengyou also walked out with a frowning faceplate in his arms, "Mu Qinghe, you look at this map, how did those bastards get the information, why can't they find the way?" ”

"Great Sage, you're driving too fast!" Mu Qinghe wiped his lips and walked over while complaining, "You should bring the three of them." ”

"They were sent by my family to spy on me. I'll not be able to eat with them. Saint You continued to look down at the map.

"Two brothers, where are you going?" When the two of them were at a loss, there was a bell sound in the distance, and a big black man walked over, "You can't go inside, it's not peaceful here lately." And just a few days ago, there was a black storm here, and many road conditions have changed, and only those who have been in the area for many years can find their way. ”

"It turned out to be a black storm, too, that group of guys can't do this little thing badly." Shengyou said to himself, looking up at the big man and his caravan, "Are you their leader?" ”

"I am the leader of this camel caravan, and I am under the care of my brothers, and I am called a camel." The black man laughed heartily.

A faint smile appeared on Shengyou's face, "In that case......" He slowly approached Luo Tou and quickly put a gun to his head, "Come with us!" ”

Mu Qinghe, who was begging for water from the camel team on the side, saw this scene, spit out a mouthful of water, and coughed violently.

"What are you doing?" He hurried to Shengyou's side.

The black man was stunned, and he smiled bitterly, "I'll take you there, but let my brothers live, they are all hard-working people who beg for a life with their heads pinned to their waists." Shengyou nodded, and pulled the big man into the off-road vehicle. Mu Qinghe hurriedly apologized to the other red-eyed men in the camel team, and then ran into the car.

The car continued to drive in the desert, and Shengyou, who was driving, looked at the Luo in the back seat through the rearview mirror, "You don't seem to be scared at all." ”

"Scared? My brothers have been in this hellish place until now God has taken care of me, and now his old man wants to take my life back, what can I say. ”

"You don't have to be so pessimistic, maybe God is just joking with you." Shengyou rarely told a joke that was not funny.

"Alas, I can see that you are not good at coming, and you are looking for trouble with the Blackstone Tribe, but I still advise you, it is better not to provoke the Blackstone Tribe, it is too terrifying." For the first time, fear appeared in Luotou's eyes, even if he was hijacked by Shengyou and pointed a gun at his head, he was just smiling like resignation, but this time, Mu Qinghe could see that he was really afraid.

"It seems that you know a lot about the Blackstone tribe, tell me about it."

"I know I can't persuade you," Camel Tou lowered his head and sighed, "The Blackstone tribe was just an ordinary tribe before, and our camel caravan often passed through this tribe, and over time we became familiar with that tribe. But after that man appeared two years ago, everything changed, he controlled the entire Blackstone tribe, that man could sorcery, he was a devil. Luo Tou grabbed the chair with both hands and gasped for air.

"Hex?" Mu Qinghe looked up at Shengyou.

Shengyou glared at him, "That's right, it's the person we're looking for." ”

"He can control Black Storm, he's the god of this area! If you provoke him, you will gamble your lives in the desert, and you will regret it. The more Luo Tou spoke, the more excited he became, and he almost roared later.

"Mu Qinghe, stuff the gun into his mouth, and ask him to eat a bullet if he calls again."

After walking for another ten minutes, the off-road vehicle stopped next to the wall made of a pile of stones, "It's nothing for you, stay in the car and wait for us for a while, and when we come back, we will pull you to find the camel." Shengyou said coldly to Luo Tou as he packed up his things.

"Little brother, the road has also been brought to you, can I go back first. Don't bother, I'll just walk back. Luo Tou smirked awkwardly at Shengyou.

"Why, you don't have faith in us? You don't have any other choice, if you want to live, just stay here and wait. Shengyou glanced at him, picked up his sunglasses and put them on, pushed the car door and walked down. Mu Qinghe followed Shengyou closely with a big bag, and the two of them walked towards the Black Stone Tribe without looking back.

There is not much difference between the Black Rock tribe and other African tribes, the people in the tribe are not many but quite lively, entering from the walled gate, there are civilians selling food and groceries on both sides of the street, and the street is bustling. Mu Qinghe and the two continued to walk inside, when a dilapidated jeep drove from the opposite side, and the jeep rushed left and right on the street, and the people on the street screamed and dodged. The jeep stopped in front of Mu Qinghe and them, and a few black people walked out of the car, they were holding guns and pushing the crowd around them roughly, and a big man walked up to Mu Qinghe and stared at them, muttering something.

"What did he say, Great Sage, he is so strong, do you think he doesn't look like the Fubo of our academy?" Mu Qinghe swallowed a mouthful of saliva and leaned behind Shengyou.

"He's not speaking to you in the local Aboriginal language, thank goodness."

"You know I'm poor at English, what does he say?"

"He's scolding you, coward, white-skinned pig, that's pretty much what he meant."

After listening to Shengyou's explanation, Mu Qinghe hugged him, "Big brother, you must hold back, it's okay to be scolded, if you do it with him now, we will die here if we can't even see their chief." Mu Qinghe was about to cry, and his two hands were holding Shengyou's arm.

Shengyou glanced at him, "I'm not going to be angry with him, I don't want to be angry with him, I quickly let go, I hate physical contact with men the most." Even Shengyou didn't feel it, but in just a few days of contact, his attitude towards Mu Qinghe gradually improved, he had never been too close to anyone before, but now, his cowardice and timidity did not arouse his disgust.

Shengyou slowly approached the big man, and spat out the pronunciation of an English word that Mu Qinghe's current English level couldn't understand at all. Then Mu Qinghe sadly found that the big man's hair stood up, and he raised the butt of the gun in his hand with red eyes and hit at Shengyou, but the suddenly angry big man was swept down by Shengyou with his legs, punched the bridge of his nose, and didn't take a breath, and fainted directly.

"Big brother, what did you just say?" Mu Qinghe's tears flowed out.

"Black Tan, I use a standard Parisian accent, and he actually understands it, so it's not bad for me."

Several other people saw that their companions were actually knocked to the ground, and they all gathered around, they shouted loudly, the black muzzles were aimed at the two of them, Shengyou indifferently took off his sunglasses, a red light flashed in his eyes, and several people fell to their knees as if struck by lightning.

"Let's go, Mu Qinghe, let's go meet their chief." Shengyou put on his sunglasses again and patted Mu Qinghe, who was scared silly next to him.

The two drove the dilapidated jeep to the depths of the tribe, the deepest part of the tribe was a wooden house, although it was also very dilapidated, but it was much better than the adobe houses of ordinary people, there were more than a dozen black people chatting at the door, and when they saw the jeep coming, a dozen people quickly surrounded it with knives and guns. Shengyou told Mu Qinghe not to get out of the car, so he stayed in the car like this, and let them shout and bang on the car door.

"What's the noise?" At this moment, a man carrying a shrapnel came out of the gate, "Lord Divine Servant, please come in and talk." He pointed to the two men in the car, his eyes glaring. Shengyou pulled Mu Qinghe and walked down.

"Hand over all your weapons, and go in and salute the Divine Servant first." The man put the gun on Shengyou's head. Shengyou threw the backpack over unhurriedly, and a Browning pistol pinned to his belt was also taken down by him and handed to the man, and Mu Qinghe, who was following behind, also hurriedly handed over his small pistol. A man reached out to grab the long knife that Shengyou was carrying on his waist, Shengyou glared at him coldly, like looking at a dead man, the man stepped back in horror, he seemed to feel that it was a shame to be like this, grabbed the AK47 by the door and put it on Shengyou's chest, screaming loudly, the man with the shotgun stopped him, looked at Shengyou again, and signaled that they could go in.

The courtyard was noisy, and there was a crowd of people gathered in the corner on the left, and these people were sitting around a small table shouting, and the table was full of money, and in the center there were two people staring at each other, and a revolver passed on their temples, until a gunshot rang out, and one of the big men burst out of his brain, and fell to the side, and the shouts next to him suddenly intensified, some laughing, some scolding. From time to time there were heart-rending cries of women and excited roars of men in the middle of the hut, and a dying man hung from a wooden pillar in the center of the courtyard, and there was a boiling hot oil pot directly below, and a man with a dagger in his hand threw the meat from the hanging man's thigh into the oil pot, and from time to time he leaned on the side of the pot to smell it, and his face showed an intoxicated expression. Mu Qinghe, who entered the courtyard, looked at all this, his face was pale, he forcibly endured his churning stomach to prevent himself from vomiting, Shengyou stared at the small Mu house in the center with a calm face, and blood rose in his deep eyes.

"Haha, white face, my companion, I don't know what you're here for?" There was a hearty laugh from the room in the center, and a white man in a suit and leather shoes walked out surrounded by a group of big black men. A polar bear with its exuberant hair, this is Mu Qinghe's evaluation at first sight. This man is nearly two meters tall, with strong muscles that are about to burst his clothes, handsome glasses and a country-shaped face, revealing a long-standing momentum of a superior person.

"Hello, dear priest, we are here to discuss business with you." Shengyou put on a kind expression and said seriously.

"Oh, my friend, I don't know what kind of business it is, it's worth your risk to come to me, but fortunately nothing happened to you, and if these ignorant men offend my god of wealth, I will take them to feed the hungry lions."

"It's camels, hundreds of camels, with the ability of the gods, I must have already learned the information, there are dozens of camels next to a sand dune not far from you, that is the first shipment of our family, if we talk happily today, the supply will continue to be shipped from France to your Blackstone tribe."

A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the white man's mouth, and he slowly approached Shengyou and made a gesture of invitation to him, "Please come in, let's go inside and talk in detail." With that, he turned and went into the house.

"There are four halls in the night organization, I don't know which hall you belong to? You can control the natural psionic energy of the wind and sand, are you Solo's subordinate? Shengyou asked lightly behind him. Hearing this, the white strong man suddenly paused. From the beginning just now to the present, the two have been communicating in fluent English, Mu Qinghe's English level does not allow him to understand quickly, so he can only stand awkwardly and look at the expressions on the faces of the two, if their expressions are different, he immediately runs out with all his strength, but the two have been smiling, and it seems that they are talking very well, but I don't know if it is an illusion, after the white bear stopped, it seemed that the wind and sand around it also fell silent, and the surrounding area was suddenly quiet and panicked.

The sky slowly became gloomy, and a gust of wind blew up without warning, and the wind swept the yellow sand and approached Shengyou and Mu Qinghe, "Mu Qinghe, run!" Shengyou let out a low roar, and the long knife was unsheathed, and the blood-red blade swept towards the white bear. Mu Qinghe heard the roar of Shengyou, struck a spirit, and ran towards the gate with a roll, what kind of scene is this, the wind and sand that swept the heavens and the earth and roared tore this space, the house collapsed, and the giant cactus was uprooted. The roar of the collision of the two forces behind him stimulated Mu Qinghe's already fragile nerves, tears and snot flowed uncontrollably, Mu Qinghe wiped his hand, and his vision became even more blurred.

"Ahh Mu Qinghe, who was running for his life, didn't know what he tripped over, he held his head tightly with both hands, and desperately curled himself up into a ball. The screams and angry scolding around him were endless, and Mu Qinghe pressed his face against the sand, holding his head with both hands and pulling his hair deadly.

A dozen jeeps appeared at the end of the desert, "Hurry, hurry." The old tomb stuck his head out of the window and looked around with binoculars, "If something happens to the young master, you just wait to bear the wrath of the family master!" ”

"Mr. Wittier, please don't worry, that bastard of the Blackstone tribe dares to touch the young master, and he will die." The driver said tremblingly as he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"That guy's identity is a spirit keeper, when he came here to rule the Blackstone tribe two years ago, the family noticed him, and investigated him privately, but there has been no progress, until not long ago, the family officially found out the identity of that guy, he ...... From that organization! The old tomb retracted his head, rubbed his forehead and said.

"What?" The driver looked at the old tomb in disbelief.

"Bastard, what the hell is Xiongqi doing, the relationship between the guild and that organization is not completely on the opposite side, and now that old guy Xiongqi openly sent people to deal with the people of that organization, and it was the young master who sent it. Oh my God, Xiongqi is so messed up! ”

"Look, Black Storm!" The driver screamed in horror. The old tomb followed the driver's eyes, and the sky in the northwest had turned black, and the overwhelming wind and sand swallowed up all the light.

"The convoy behind is following, target Black Storm!" The old tomb picked up the walkie-talkie and said calmly. More than a dozen cars rushed towards the black storm, like a swarm of small ants huddling through a forest fire, although the momentum was sufficient, but it was still small.

Shengyou kept waving the long knife in his hand in the wind and sand, his eyes were so fascinated that he couldn't open them, he gritted his teeth tightly and endured, after a while, he opened his eyes suddenly, and the whites of his eyes all turned red, indescribably weird. The white bear stared at Shengyou for a while, then quickly closed his eyes, and an uncomfortable roar came out of his throat. He felt like his head was going to explode, and when he closed his eyes, he could still see a pair of red eyes staring at him, so real.

Suddenly, a cold air that went straight to the bone marrow rushed up from the soles of his feet, and he was excited, and when he opened his eyes, he found that there were snow-capped mountains in front of him, and then the top of the snow-capped mountains suddenly collapsed, and he was pierced by ice edges; The scene turned again, and what I saw was an endless volcano, the volcano erupted, and I couldn't avoid it, and I was burned all over. The white bear is going crazy, he knows that he has fallen for the illusion, but why is the pain so real?

The wind and sand slowly stopped, the white bear lay on the ground and kept twitching, a trace of blood flowed from Shengyou's forehead, just now in the wind and sand, I don't know what hit my head. He wiped it with his hand absently, and looked around with cold eyes. The people in the courtyard were blown all over the place just now, and the person with the dagger was pressed under the oil pan, and his exposed head was already burned by the oil, and the unlucky ones were blown directly onto the sharpened wooden stakes......

Shengyou's eyes lit up, and he walked quickly to a table that had been blown over, pulling Mu Qinghe out of the sand. Mu Qinghe had already fainted, tears and snot mixed with sand sticking to his face. Shengyou sighed, crouched down and gently rubbed him.

"Hurry up, hurry up and find the young master." A group of people broke in outside, the suits worn by this group of people were already messy, they broke into the courtyard with guns in their eyes, and the old tomb in the lead was pale, and several cars were overturned by the black storm just now, and his men suffered heavy losses, he swept around with anger in his eyes, and shot and killed a big man who had just gotten up from the ground. At this time, he saw Shengyou squatting on the ground and quickly ran over.

"Young Master, are you alright?" The old tomb looked at the blood stains on Shengyou's head, "Hurry up and treat the young master!" ”

"No need," Shengyou slowly stood up, looking at the sky with a grim face, "Arrange a plane for me as soon as possible, I want to go back to school." The old tomb nodded and ordered. Shengyou picked up Mu Qinghe and walked out, and when he arrived at the door, he turned his head and stared at the old tomb, "The matter here is handed over to you, what should Senyi say over there, you don't need me to remind you, right?" The old tomb smiled bitterly and nodded, he had been in the Yudit family for half his life, and he had seen all the storms and waves, but for some reason, in the face of this young young master, he had been afraid in his heart.

Watching Shengyou walk away, his face became serious again, he forced himself to calm down, he looked at the courtyard that was blown away by the black storm, and felt a deep headache. "Tell me to go down and use the power of the family to block all news here as soon as possible to minimize the impact." A few people nodded and walked out.

"I hope the news can be blocked, and if this matter is not too big, we have to let the head of the family decide as soon as possible." The old tomb stared at the white bear lying on the ground and muttered to himself.

"Mr. Wittdil, something has happened." A man in a suit ran in from outside in a panic and hurriedly said to the old tomb, "What happened here has been publicized by a very influential local newspaper, and now it has caused public opinion." ”

The old tomb's face turned pale, and his forehead kept sweating, "Why is it so fast?" He muttered in a low voice, he already knew that this matter was completely beyond his ability, and the rest of the matter was no longer for him to interfere with, "I want to see the head of the house, quick, I want to see the head of the house!" The old tomb roared angrily and ran out tremblingly.