The master is worthy of being a master, the grace does not forget to return, the drivers raised their thumbs one by one to praise, of course, due to Wang Feng's injury, the team also had to go home, this road is too dangerous, this time there are masters to rescue, but next time? It is impossible to give up your life for a little commission.

As for Zhang Xiaowan, she was extremely disappointed, she originally wanted to go to the west to collect style, but this sudden change completely shattered her dream.

As the convoy began to return to Hampok City, Yang Chenyu was torturing the group of sand thieves.

In any case, Yang Chenyu is not a person who loves to kill, these sand thieves were turned into tornadoes and the sandstorm was blown into the air and enjoyed dozens of breaths of high-altitude spinning windmills, and then Yang Chenyu let them go.

Of course, as soon as they fell to the ground, the sand thieves vomited out even the food they ate in the morning, and some of the sand thieves with serious symptoms even squirted out bile.

It took a while for the sand thieves to recover, but at this moment, a young man dressed in strange clothes appeared in front of them, leading a camel and smiling, "Hello. ”

For the Kamala language, although Yang Chenyu has learned a lot, he has never been able to say mantras such as Fusheng Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable in this language, well, in fact, this kind of mantra is too difficult for the Kamala language, after all, there is no such profession as a Taoist priest in the Kamala country, let alone the concept of the sages of the Yan Huangdaomen.

They only believe in the desert god Dorani, you don't expect a country with only deserts to have other religious beliefs, if there is, it is definitely not born in the country, but imported from the outside world, maybe there are some seeds left behind when the old gentleman passed by, but you need to understand one thing, it was more than 2,000 years ago.

The sand thieves lay on the ground and looked at Yang Chenyu in a daze, maybe they felt very strange, they were sand thieves. In this desert, no one trembled with fright when they heard it, and even the police of Kamala did not dare to take the initiative to attack them when they saw them.

This young man who looked like a Yanhuang man actually ran up to greet them? Isn't he intimidating? The sand thieves looked at their right hand meaningfully, their weapons had already been blown in the sandstorm and I don't know where they were.

However, there are no firearms, and the sand thieves are not short of cold weapons. A sand thief struggled to get up from the messy sand. With his right hand, he pulled out a sharp dagger from his calf and forced it towards Yang Chenyu, with a cruel smile on his face: "Kid from the East! Kneel down for your Uncle Aftit, otherwise your Uncle Aftiti will be very unhappy!"

Some of the sand pirates, who were temporarily unable to get up, burst into cheers.

For those of them covered in blood. Not to mention the prey in hand, they were also embarrassed by a strange sandstorm, and they were already angry, and at this time, an oriental boy appeared that they didn't like to see, just let them vent their anger.

As usual. They would stick more than a hundred knives into the body of this oriental boy, and then drill holes in the top of his head, pour grease into them, and put a wick on the lamp.

Well, in fact this is the legendary lantern lit, an extremely cruel means of killing.

Yang Chenyu didn't know the heavy blood debts that these sand thieves had committed and the methods they used to use, and smiled: "It seems that you are not honest even like this." ”

The sand thieves were stunned by this, and their cunning brains quickly remembered something. Could it be that the previous sandstorm had something to do with this young man? What are you kidding, sandstorms are a means used by the desert gods to punish sinners.

The sand thieves who forced towards Yang Chenyu looked a little hesitant.

But his hesitation does not mean that Yang Chenyu will not punish them again.

Yang Chenyu gently kicked the sand with his right foot, and the sand thieves suddenly felt lighter, and a pit suddenly appeared under them. Trap them in the body.

Although the pit was not deep, the sand that slowly spread up made them cry out in terror, their bodies had been trapped in the sand pit, and a suction force made them unable to move. And the sand and gravel that spread up have a tendency to bury them alive, how not to frighten them.

Their words are nothing but the devil. Damn the devil and so on, and Yang Chenyu, the Oriental boy, is the devil in their mouths.

Yang Chenyu couldn't help but wonder a little, didn't they believe in the desert god Dorani? Why didn't they associate themselves with Dorani?

Speaking of which, Yang Chenyu had forgotten that the desert god Dorani was the god of Kamala, and no matter how he shaped his appearance, he wouldn't look the same as a Yanhuang person.

It's like Taishang Laojun's image in the folk will definitely not be a blue-eyed and big-nosed shape.

Since it won't be the desert god Dorani, then it's the devil, which is a very simple truth.

The sand thieves are not the kind of fools who cry and beg to worship each other when they see the slightest strange phenomenon.

Obviously, Yang Chenyu understood the angry scolding of these sand thieves, okay, since you slandered the poor Dao, then let you enjoy it for a while.

The sand and gravel spread more slowly, but the fear brought to the sand thieves was even more unbearable, and even one sand thief couldn't control the out, and not every butcher could not calmly face the butcher knife pointed at him.

After most of the hour, the sand thieves were buried in the sand, with only their heads exposed, which was of course a method they used to torture their captives.

Most of the sand thieves succumbed to this fear, crying and shouting to Yang Chenyu for mercy, and even expressed their willingness to sell their souls to Yang Chenyu this devil.

Obviously, Yang Chenyu is devil has penetrated into their hearts, in their opinion, except for the desert god who can manipulate the sandstorm, is the devil, in short, except for the desert god is righteous, everything else is evil.

Of course, the sand pirates themselves are not good people.

In addition to these soft-boned sand thieves, there were a few hard-boned ones who were still shouting and scolding.

If it is his own person and his bones are hard, Yang Chenyu will be happy, but if the enemy's bones are very hard, it will inevitably affect his mood a little.

"Xiao Huangshang!" Yang Chenyu thought for a moment and handed over the question of punishing them to his mount.

I don't know if this little yellow understands what he means, but when he saw a camel running over, the sand thieves suddenly became nervous.

The sand thieves who had already succumbed were given preferential treatment, and Yang Chenyu relaxed the sand and released them from the sand pit.

Yang Chenyu asked them to squat aside to see the tragic experience of several die-hards.