Fang Ze waited for the opportunity he wanted.

In the desert of yellow sand, I don't know when the wind started, and it blew more and more.

The yellow sand in the sky was rolled up, obscuring the sky.

"Oh no, it's a sandstorm!"

An exclamation was heard from among the oases.

In the Oasis station, there was panic.

Those sandstorms may have been experienced more than once, and they all had experience, and they didn't see how to form a team, so they rushed directly into various tents.

The yellow sand covered the sky, obscuring the vision, and no one could be seen within five or six meters.

Under this sudden sandstorm, Fang Ze curled the corners of his mouth and showed a smile.

"Chance!"

Fang Ze wanted to blend in with the Shanu team, and this was a great opportunity.

His patience paid off.

Fang Ze stood up and quickly galloped towards the oasis.

In the sandstorm, the three core disciples of the Shisha Mansion also hid in the tent, and no one noticed Fang Ze in the panic.

Fang Ze came to the oasis, pretended to hide from the wind and sand, and entered a tent.

In the tent, there were already seventeen or eighteen people, and when they saw Fang Ze coming in, no one paid attention.

These sand slaves may have too many hopeless days on weekdays, and they are very numb to everything, and they don't even notice that there is an unknown 'companion' around them.

Fang Ze was happy to do so.

Many of the Shanu have the habit of wearing face towels often, mainly to prevent wind and sand, and because there are no conditions to take off their clothes, Fang Ze has no risk of exposure for the time being.

He was happy again.

I observed just now, and guessed that the management in the oasis camp is not strict, after all, this is the time cave, it is the small cave of Shisha Mansion, and after escaping, it is most likely to die of thirst and starvation, and the people of Shisha Mansion do not have the motivation to manage it carefully.

The sandstorm was raging outside, and Fang Ze was mixed in the group of sand slaves in the tent, waiting quietly, looking forward to the next opportunity.

The sandstorm lasted for more than an hour and gradually subsided.

"Those who are not dead, they all come out to work!"

Someone shouted outside.

The Shanu walked out of the tent without numbness.

Fang Ze followed and went out.

The sandstorm stopped, and the three core disciples of Shisha Mansion all walked out again.

Fang Ze opened his ears and became strange, and he could hear the three of them talking in a low voice.

"There are only five days left in the assessment, and within a month, if we can't complete the assessment, we won't have a chance."

"I can't wait any longer, I have to put some medicine, and I will use the 'human sacrifice' of Shanu in a while."

A somewhat hoarse voice said.

"Damn, Elder Tian doesn't understand us at all, he only pays attention to that woman, what is the origin of this woman?" Another man with a long whip in his hand and an agitated-sounding voice said.

"Who knows? This woman didn't say anything about being killed, as soon as she appeared, she was caught and sent here by Elder Tian, and she couldn't blame Elder Tian, if this kind of thing happened, he was not able to preside over it, and if he didn't investigate clearly and give an explanation to the sect, he wouldn't have a good time, and he would definitely be punished. Another disciple said

"Give that woman a little water, don't die of thirst, Elder Tian will be angry with us again." Said in a hoarse voice.

"Okay." The grumpy man with the whip nodded.

"You, go and shake the woman up in the well and give her some water!" This person pointed with his hand and shouted at Fang Ze.

"Me?" Fang Ze turned his head and pretended to be dazed.

"You're the one who called, deaf? Just go! The grumpy man said impatiently.

"Oh." Fang Ze pretended to be wooden, but he was secretly happy in his heart.

Fang Ze walked quickly to the well without saying a word.

Above the well was a two-man high wooden shelf, with a frame for drawing water, and a rope on it, which hung the woman in the well.

The well was so deep and dark that you couldn't see a woman in it unless you looked closely from above.

This served as a small dark room of confinement.

Fang Ze shook the well rope up, and the woman in red tied under the rope was hung up.

Fang Ze took a closer look.

The woman in red is a bright color in this desert with yellow sand, and a group of people who are only black, white and gray sand robes.

Her appearance was one of the top faces among the women Fang Ze had ever seen.

What's even more surprising is its nonchalant look and temperament.

Even if her life was in danger, she didn't see any fear and worry on the woman in red, she still had that lazy and boring look, and she had no interest in the surroundings, as if it was someone else who was hanging, not herself.

She was hoisted up, glanced at Fang Ze, and focused her attention elsewhere.

Fang Ze fixed the rope on the coffin, scooped out a scoop of water from a bucket with a lid next to him, and sent it to the woman in red.

Fang Ze's movements were as usual, and in the process, he used the secret method of sound transmission to say a word to the woman in red.

"I can save you."

The woman in red looked into the distance and her eyes paused for a moment, then slowly retracted.

She looked at Fang Ze, as if she was waiting to drink water, but there was a look of interest in her eyes.

"Make a deal."

"I'll get you out, and you tell me the way I can get out of here."

"Blink twice if you agree."

Fang Ze continued to transmit the sound into the secret.

After the seventh transformation of the physical body, most martial artists can master it.

The woman in red blinked twice in a row.

Fang Ze smiled in his heart.

The woman in red should know something.

"The time has not come, wait for me to come back." Fang Ze said.

The woman in red nodded invisibly.

He already had a tacit understanding with this woman.

Fang Ze fed the woman in red water to drink.

The woman in red kept drinking water from the gourd scoop, drinking quickly, but still maintaining a lazy and charming energy.

Soon, she drank up a scoop of water.

"Put her down." Over there, an irascible man with a leather whip shouted.

Fang Ze untied the rope attached to the rope and resent the woman to the well to hang.

He secured the rope.

As soon as he came back, the irascible man in front of him whipped him!

Fang Ze frowned.

He could have gotten through it, but he didn't want to reveal his identity now.

After his mind turned, Fang Ze turned around and carried the whip on his back.

"Smack!"

Whip to the back.

Fang Ze was not in pain.

The whip does not carry true qi on it, and it is not a sharp weapon in itself, and it is almost like tickling the skin of a martial artist after the skin has been transformed, so it is no big deal.

But Fang Ze was still in severe pain, screamed miserably, and rolled over and fell to the ground.

"Hmph, it's so slow, it's delaying my time!" The grumpy man snorted coldly.

He also wanted to do it, but was pulled by the people around him.

"You can't get along with a sand slave, although they are inferior, they are also useful, don't lose these consumables in vain." The hoarse man said.

The grumpy man listened, and then nodded.

Fang Ze got up and glanced at the irascible man.

This man is quite tall, has a big beard, and has a pair of round eyes.

"Okay, I remember you."

"Don't think that this whip was whipped for nothing."

Fang Ze thought in his heart.

The three core disciples of the Shisha Mansion whispered for a moment again.

Fang Ze heard that they wanted to use a 'human sacrifice' method to lure Sha Kun to appear, so as to obtain Shisha in the Black Domain.

"You, you, and you, and a few people over there, come over to me!"

The bearded grumpy man ordered a few sand slaves.

In a short time, about twenty shanu gathered here.

Among them is Fang Ze.

"You guys, each with a water bladder, come with me!" The grumpy man said.

Most of the Shanu were numb, and one by one, like the walking dead, followed the three core disciples of the Shisha Mansion into the Yellow Sand Desert for some reason.

More than an hour later.

Fang Ze was mixed in the team of Shanu and went all the way.

It is already some distance from the oasis, surrounded by a sea of yellow sand and sand.

Ahead, the three core disciples of the Shisha Mansion all stopped.

The bearded and irascible man turned around and sneered, "Haven't you always felt that you would never get ahead as a sand slave, and you were desperate?" ”

"Now, I'm giving you a hope."

He raised the leather whip in his hand, pointed in one direction of the desert, and said, "I'll play a game with you." ”

"From now on, you can run in this direction, all the time."

"As long as he can hold on for an hour, I promise that I will not pursue or kill you, and whoever can hold out for an hour, I will give him back his freedom."

"Would you like to try it?"

Listening to the words of the beard, in an instant, the eyes of several Shanu flashed with surprise and hopeful brilliance.

Fang Ze was looking calm.

"It's not a good thing." Fang Ze said in his heart.

"You, you, come here!" The bearded man pointed at two people casually.

Two Shanu came over, a man and a woman.

The bearded man stepped forward and pulled the two of them their sleeves.

"Kacha!"

"Kacha!"

The sleeves of the two men were ripped off.

The beard took out a dagger from his waist and slashed twice at the crook of the arm of the man and woman.

Blood spurted out.

The two Shanu looked terrified.

"You don't think that you can get out of trouble by running for an hour without paying a price, right?"

"That's the price, with an injury, run in this direction!"

"An hour without death will give you freedom."

Said with a beard.

The Shanu man and woman looked at each other, then without saying a word, their arms bleeding, and ran in one direction.

The bearded man laughed, and his two companions looked at him indifferently.

"They're trapping sand carp with their lives!" Fang Ze thought.

Fang Ze frowned, but he hadn't made a move yet.

The bearded man waited for a while, then ordered two more sand slaves, concocted the same, cut the crooks of their arms, and let them run in one direction.

Several times in this way, eight Shanu had already run in the same direction.

The beard pointed out two more people.

If you continue to queue up, among the next batch of people, there will be Fang Ze!

Just as the beard was about to continue concocting, the person in front of Fang Ze suddenly knelt down with a pop.

"Grandpa of Shisha Mansion, spare me this time!"

"I know you're trapping the sand kun, but if the sand kun appears, I'm going to die."

"I'm willing to be a sand slave for the rest of my life, as long as I am allowed to live!"

The one who spoke was an old man.

He knelt down, kowtowed, and pleaded.

When he went up with his beard, he kicked the man to the ground.

"You know a lot!" The beard snorted coldly.

"I don't know if others can live, you're dead." He sneered and intimidated.

Fang Ze narrowed his eyes behind him.

His perception of this beard is almost freezing.

Suddenly.

The yellow sand nearby shook suddenly.

The sea of yellow sand churned, as if some ancient beast was about to come out of it.

"The sand kun has taken the bait!" The core disciple with a hoarse voice said in a lost voice.