Yan Jiu, who was glared at, hugged him.

Quietly watch the captain of the ride get on the bike.

Huo Qian'er shook her head: "He still wants to sneak over?" ”

People have a rebellious mentality.

Even if Yan Jiu doesn't show up, the cycling captain will complete the last ride in his life.

And Yan Jiu's futile reminder is just following the teacher's training and upholding humanitarianism.

Northwest in December.

The temperature was minus four degrees Celsius.

Layers of sand create a winding desert with a whirlwind that rolls up the sand, and every creature here is free and indulgent.

And freedom also means danger.

A strong wind blew.

The tires of the mountain bike started with yellow sand, and the captain of the riding team rode away from the crowd, gradually riding away, breaking into the forbidden area of life that humans could not easily set foot on.

The whistle sounds, symbolizing the forbidden.

"Can't pass!"

"Hey—stop!"

"No traffic ahead!"

The captain of the ride ignored the guards on the blockade.

He dodged warnings and blockades.

After crossing the blockade line, he turned his head proudly and looked at Yan Jiu and the others next to the gas station.

Yan Jiu was wearing a gray-blue jacket.

She stood silently in front of the crowd.

It's like a towering mountain.

Sunset.

The gas station is lit up.

The white light fell on Yan Jiu's body, bringing her light and casting half of the shadow on her.

It makes her seem very different from what she thought, exuding cold eyes and indifference before witnessing the worm before it died.

But this is different.

The captain of the riding team, who was getting farther away, was out of sight.

And just when the captain of the riding team got carried away, the live broadcast room he had been open exploded.

[One word, handsome! ] 】

[Wow, exciting! 】

[I have a sense of foreboding. 】

[Please, don't die, do you know who just reminded you!? 】

[That's the Nine Gods!! 】

[You're going to gack! 】

The captain of the riding team, who patronized the thrill of breaking the convention, did not pay attention to the mobile phone at the front of the car, could not see the reminder in the comments, and missed the opportunity to survive again.

He opened his arms.

Chase freedom.

Gradually deeper into the desert.

I don't know how long it took.

It was getting dark.

Thinking it was dark, he didn't care.

When a sandstorm hits.

It was too late for him to care.

The dense sand and dust covered the air, and the strong wind rolled up the sand and gravel, including the cyclist anchors.

The cycling anchor was swept to the ground.

He clutched the magic turban and covered his mouth and nose.

Out of sight of him, the package on the mountain bike was swept away by the wind.

Wait until the sandstorm subsides.

I don't know what time it is.

The captain of the ride fell to the ground.

He was half drowning in sand.

He was not happy to survive, and the sand rushed into his airways, making his throat hot and painful.

Thirsty, he remembered the half-bottle of water he had discarded, and he regretted it......

·

In a tent next to the gas station.

Huo Qian'er grabbed Yan Jiu's clothes and asked, "Will something really happen to that person?" ”

Yan Jiu rescued the corner of his clothes.

Lie peacefully in your sleeping bag.

In the chatter of Hornie.

Yan Jiu folded his hands behind his head: "You just look at his live broadcast." ”

Huo Qian'er pinched her phone: "I don't dare to look at it." ”

She had long found the ID of the cycling anchor.

It's just that she is timid and doesn't dare to look at it, she is afraid that as soon as she opens it, the other party will be attacked by wild beasts and so on.

Huo Qian'er blinked.

She opened Yan Jiu's ID.

As of an hour ago, she knew that Yan Jiu was not the anchor of "Serious Bajing" at all.

It's a funeral anchor!

Huo Qian'er flipped through the comments under Yan Jiu's account.

[When Satan sees you, he will shout brother!] 】

[It's Jiuye, it's Jiu Ye who left a message on the riding anchor!] 】

[Someone is going to gag again? 】

[Well, the deceased is in good condition at the grave and has no internal injuries. 】

[The soul of the cycling streamer: OK, I'm fine! 】

[What should I do, after seeing the arrogant and angry virtue of the riding anchor, in the face of his imminent gaga, I not only don't feel uncomfortable, but also feel cool, am I inhuman? 】

[Human nature~ In the face of people like cycling anchors, those who can be calm are saints. 】

[Jiu Ye is really downplaying life and death! ] 】

[Oh, the Nine Gods are in danger! 】

Hossier: "......"

She looked at Yan Jiu's number of fans.

3085W。

She thought she was dazzled and refreshed.

Sure enough, the numbers have changed.

3086W。

Oxie's pupils shook.

Yan Jiu, how is this nameless?

It's all well known!

You must know that there are only 800 million users of Douyin.

Exclude users who don't like to follow.

Yan Jiu alone occupies 1/26.

Huo Qian'er: "......" Chu Sisi should be jealous.

Suddenly.

The wind is blowing.

A roar rang out in the sky.

Huo Xi'er pulled out the tent: "Sandstorm!?" ”

Yan Jiu closed his eyes: "I can't come." ”

Huo Qian'er, who was frightened, was not afraid in an instant, and she now believed Yan Jiu's words very much.

Oxier retracted her head back into the tent.

Just lay into a sleeping bag.

Huo Qian'er sat up straight in shock: "Then, isn't that riding anchor really going to ga?" ”

She hurriedly opened the live broadcast room of the cycling anchor, and sure enough, it was pitch black.

The earpiece can also feel the low roar of the sandstorm, which is as if it is in the scene, which makes people desperate.

Soon.

The live broadcast room of the cycling anchor has a black screen.

What this means is self-evident.

Where had Huo Qian'er seen such a battle.

I was so scared that I almost couldn't hold my phone steadily.

Yan Jiu rolled over and slept soundly.

The next day was fast in coming.

Although the gas station was not affected by the sandstorm, it was still patronized by some sand.

The roof of the tent and the ground were covered with sand.

There wasn't even a clean place to stay.

When in front of people, Yan Jiu will always wash symbolically, instead of using a cleansing spell.

Rinse your mouth.

Yan Jiu saw Huo Qian'er, who had unkempt hair and heavy dark circles under her eyes, moved over like a resentful spirit.

Yan Jiu comforted: "It's good to get used to it." ”

Huo Qian'er's eyes widened: Who can get used to this!?

There are rooms at the gas station.

It's just that there are few rooms, only enough for two people and one person, Yan Jiu and the others can't help but give it to Lang Lao and Mentor Qin.

Lang Lao, who was sleeping deeply, was startled when he went out: "Yesterday I encountered a sandstorm? ”

Tutor Qin also walked out, frowning and said, "But the weather forecast has no warning." ”

Wang Qi didn't say a word.

Silently preparing breakfast.

A group of five people finished eating with different thoughts.

The buggy set off again.

Mentor Qin said, "I don't know if the others have reached their destination, we are behind all night." ”

Lang Lao thought for a while and shook his head: "They shouldn't be traveling at night, so they don't fall behind." ”

Huo Qian'er diverted her attention by herself: "Preliminary judgment, this ancient tomb is from the Ming Dynasty. ”

Yan Jiu sat quietly in the back seat.

It seems out of place with other people.

Hear Oxier's words.

Yan Jiu lifted his eyelids.

He hummed softly and closed his eyes again.

Oxier opened the conversation.

Mentor Qin said: "Qi Chen guessed that this is the tomb of a prince and minister, it's just nonsense. Unless it is a powerful minister, how can he have the ability to find someone to calculate the tomb and set up obstacles. ”

Lang Lao flipped through the ancient books: "There is a saying in the official history that Emperor Jing wantonly slaughtered witches and warlocks, and in this context, those who know how to explore caves will not dare to show their faces." ”

Huo Qian'er pricked up her ears: "So, the teacher suspects that it is not the tomb of the Ming Dynasty?" ”

Mentor Qin shook his head, his face full of excitement: "No, we suspect that this tomb is buried with a great person, a big man who will definitely shock the whole country when he is born!" ”

Yan Jiu raised his eyes.

She opened her mouth but didn't say anything.

The closer to the northwest.

The heavier her mood.

Yan Jiu couldn't describe the feeling, as if his beloved thing had been excavated and his home was about to be stolen.

She frowned.

She didn't think about who the owner of the tomb was.

The idea is that the desert was an ominous place in ancient times, and who would build a tomb in such a place?

How unpleasant was the owner of the tomb?

So.

It must not be her flawless brother!

Her brother must still be alive!