Southern Xinjiang is multi-colored, flowers and trees are everywhere, red and green dot the world, and it is a picture scroll when you enter the eye.

Under the blue sky and white clouds, on the green meadows, a group of dozens of people dressed in coarse cloth rushed back and forth, sweating like rain. In general, this group of people was divided into two parts, the two people in front of them fled, and dozens of people who were more than ten feet behind pursued.

"The plague thief is gone!"

The dozens of people in the rear either carried big sticks of white bones, or carried wooden guns and stones. I don't know if it's because I've been running for too long, or because I'm out of breath, all of them are panting like cows, with red faces and thick necks. While shouting loudly, from time to time, someone threw the wooden gun and stone in his hand, trying to kill the two people in front of him.

The two people who fled in front of them could look like they were twenty-four or five years old, one thin and one strong, and their physical quality was stronger than that of the group of people behind, but it was only stronger. After running for half an hour, even a cow should be tired and lie down. You don't see it, the two of them are already sweating, as if they have just crawled out of the pool.

Swish!

Many hidden weapons attacked in the rear, and most of them fell behind the two of them, but one wooden gun broke through the air like an arrow from the string, and went straight to the back of the heart of the sturdy young man.

"Brother Tian, be careful!"

The thin man was sensitive, exclaimed, and turned sideways to crash into his companion, trying to dodge the deadly shot.

With a thud, the two of them fell to the ground, and the sharpened wooden spear slashed through the thin man's left shoulder, tearing through the cloth and leaving a line of blood on the left shoulder.

The sturdy man who reacted didn't have time to ask his companion how his injury was, so he lifted it up with one hand and strode forward, his movements were like flowing water, not dragging mud and water at all, and his speed was a cut higher than before. This does not mean how powerful he is, it can only be said that between life and death, under the ** of survival, some potential will be stimulated.

One after the other, they ran for several miles, whether it was the two people who fled in front or the dozens of people chasing behind, they were all on the verge of limit.

"No...... Don't run away...... Kill it...... Don't run anymore!" The thin man shook off Brother Tian's hand and sat down, gasping for air. Today, after running all the roads he walked in the first 25 years, he really can't run anymore, and would rather die.

'Brother Tian' was no better, and he sat down with the same buttocks, as if he had accepted his fate, as if he ignored the barbarians who were chasing and killing his two brothers, and began to rub his sore legs and stomach. However, after sitting down, the thin man raised his hands above his head in a gesture of surrender, and shouted to the pursuing crowd, "Wait...... Wait, let's rest...... Rest and run!"

The sentence 'rest for a while' was like a heavenly sound, and the dozens of people behind were almost grateful, and they breathed a sigh of relief in their hearts, and their strong bodies softened, and the bone sticks, stones, wooden guns and other burdens in their hands had long been thrown into which corner. One by one, they were lying on their backs, or on their sides, or lying on their stomachs, and they didn't bother to move.

After sitting for a while, the thin man who had regained some strength licked his chapped lips due to dehydration, and smiled bitterly at the crowd a few feet away: "I said big brothers, uncles, uncles, uncles, our two brothers are really not Laoshizi plague messengers, just ordinary people, can you stop chasing us?"

His name is Shi Nian, and the slightly stronger man next to him is his eldest brother Shi Xingtian. The two of them are not indigenous to this place, and strictly speaking, they should not be considered people of this era!

Three days ago, he had just bought a Ducati Big Devil, and with joy in his heart, he took his eldest brother for a ride. Who would have thought that the sky would change, one moment the sky was still clear, the next moment it was dark clouds and heavy rain. And that's not all, the sky is like a pot of soup stirred by people, thunder rumbling, lightning flying.

The brothers on the motorcycle sped up to get out of the minefield. However, he committed Tai Sui, a lightning bolt split the road ahead, the clods of soil were lifted, a sudden brake, the two of them were thrown out of the motorcycle one after another, and they were attracted by an inexplicable force, and flew directly into the sky, submerging into the whirlpool in the sky. The world swirled for a while, and when I opened my eyes again, I had come from the 21st century to this primitive and barbaric era full of ancient atmosphere.

The brothers fell from the sky and fell into a small tribe. In the beginning, the people of the small tribe also regarded them as immortals, and offered them delicious food and drink. But within a day, someone in the tribe suddenly became infected with the disease, and more and more people were infected with the disease. What made the people of that tribe even more strange was that every one of the people who were infected with the plague was the first person to come into contact with the two people who fell from the sky.

Another day passed, and the speculation was confirmed, but anyone who had been in contact with the two people suffered from an inexplicable disease. The people of the tribe immediately turned their faces and took the two of them for the plague messengers, and then the previous scene appeared.

In the first few days, Shi Nian did have a feeling that if he didn't die, he would have a blessing. Inexplicable crossing, in exchange for being an uncle, if it goes on like this, life seems to be quite good. However, fate played a joke on the two brothers, they live in the 21st century, there are germs everywhere, and they have been vaccinated with various vaccines since childhood, so they naturally have antibodies to many diseases.

But where did the people of this primitive society get this vaccine and that vaccine, they were infected by various germs, and in less than three days, more than a dozen people died, and nearly 100 people were bedridden and isolated. According to the custom here, even if they did not die of disease, they would eventually be killed by their tribesmen to prevent the disease from spreading.

I don't kill Bole, but Bole dies because of me. While Shi Nian cursed the sky, guilt inevitably rose in his heart. Without waiting for the tribesmen to reply, he took off the red collar around his neck and said, "We are indeed not plague messengers, but the plague of the nobles cannot escape from my two brothers. I don't have anything good, just this circle, I hope ......"

"Phew!"

Before Shi Nian finished speaking, a strong middle-aged man like a cow on the opposite side stood up suddenly, pointed at Shi Nian and said sharply: "Who wants you to break the circle! You yourself admit that the epidemic has a lot to do with you, if you are not eliminated today, I don't know how many compatriots will suffer in the future!"

"I ......" Shi Nian paused, glanced at the red collar in his hand, and finally put it back on. This red collar is neither gold, nor silver, nor stone, although it is an heirloom of the Shi family, but it does not look valuable. And even if it's worth a lot of money, it's useless, can you buy back the lives of those who died?

At this time, Shi Xingtian, who had never spoken on the side, bumped Shi Nian with his elbow without a trace and gave him a look. The latter looked at the people of the small tribe suspiciously, and found that the group of people were all on the ground with their hands, clearly trying to take advantage of the two of them not paying attention and suddenly pounce.

"This big brother is angry!" Although Shi Xingtian is the same age as Shi Nian, he is a little older than Shi Nian. He stood up, causing a wave of nervousness. Seeing this, he hurriedly waved his hand and said with a smile: "Ladies and gentlemen, my two brothers are indeed not the plague messengers in your mouth. Just imagine, if it is really what you say, how can my two brothers be forced into such a situation by you? I am afraid that I can take your life in an instant!"

Everyone was silent, looking at each other one by one, and taking opinions from each other. They know the methods of the plague demons very well, don't say that they are just mortals, even among the immortals, it is difficult to find a few people who can fight against the plague demons. Even if Shi Nian and Shi Xingtian are not the plague demon himself, but just a plague messenger, where can the **mortal fetus contend with?

"Those two boys are bluffing us!"

Someone exclaimed, and everyone looked up, only to find that the two boys had run out of more than thirty feet.

"Run in the direction of the Valley of Ten Thousand Corpses, and say that it is not a plague messenger, chase!" The strongest middle-aged man picked up the white bone stick and chased after him, and the rest of the people also picked up their weapons and strode after them.

Shi Nian, who was dragged away by Shi Xingtian, strode with a wry smile and said, "My big devil, haven't you ridden it to take your sister to ride the wind......

The two brothers have depended on each other since childhood, and after graduation, Shi Xingtian started his own business and opened a small company, while Shi Nian entered a state-owned enterprise. After a few years of mixing, I bought a dream mount with all my belongings, but I didn't finish riding it once, so I came to this ghost place in a daze, and now it's even two things to say whether I can save my life or not.

"What time is it, you are still thinking about the motorcycle, if you hadn't dragged me to press the road, would we have come to this hellish place?" Shi Xingtian looked back at the group of barbarian natives who had caught up, and used all his strength to eat, dragging Shi Nian, who was bent on the motorcycle, and ran.

Although he said that he was in the year of strange stones, he did not mean to blame in his heart. In any case, the two are brothers, and they have been dependent on each other for so many years, how can this love continue. Just like Shi Nian had the courage to push him away at a critical moment and was scratched by a wooden spear himself, it would be the same if he was replaced.

Brother, not by words, but by practical deeds.

Whoa!

The javelins were shot like a dense rain, but fortunately, the two of them took the lead and ran dozens of feet away, even the strongest man threw the javelin, which could not pose a threat to them.

"There's a forest ahead!"

The brothers' eyes lit up, and in front of them was a dense primeval forest, with ancient trees towering to the sky. Once you enter the forest, it is relatively easy to escape, after all, there are dense trees to cover the tracks.

Of course, in such a dense forest, there must be countless snakes, insects, rats, ants and the like, and it is not more dangerous than being chased. It's just that the danger is not seen after all, and it is the king to avoid the pursuit of the group of people behind first.

This ancient forest is a little strange, and there is a half-person-high stone tablet standing every dozens of zhang on the periphery, which is engraved with traces of crooked seven or eight buttons that I don't know whether it is a word or a symbol. If someone who knows it is here, they will definitely be able to read the meaning expressed in it: Valley of Ten Thousand Corpses, forbidden land, forbidden to enter.

However, the two brothers did not know that this was a forbidden place, so they got into it and disappeared into the woods.

The dozens of people chasing behind stopped in front of the stone stele, and the strong man led by him carried the white bone stick on his shoulder, looked at the direction where the two disappeared and sneered: "Even if you are not a plague demon messenger, you will never be able to get out alive when you enter this Valley of Ten Thousand Corpses!"

When the words fell, he waved his big hand, and the group immediately turned around and returned to the clan.