Chapter 2, Ghost Town Horror

Tony's failure was not beyond my expectation. I was just surprised that he could still come back with several warriors, and I immediately understood the intention of a gust of wind.

"We have to prepare quickly," I said to Samba. "A gust of wind must have chased Tony. We have no strength to fight against them."

"However, the caravan is slow, how can we get rid of their pursuit?" Samba no longer considers moving along the reservation line, but just wants to avoid the "b gust of wind" in front of him.

"We don't have to escape for the time being, just ambush them here!" I ignored the surprise of Samba and Tony and said calmly, "It is inevitable that they will be careless. They will not attack in broad daylight, otherwise even if they are stronger than us, they may not be sure to win. I think he will sneak attack at night, slowly approach through the night, avoid the monitoring of our crock, and then rush out and kill us unprepared!"

Samba and Daisy stared at me intently, making me completely forget my identity and more confidently made my plan: "We can set traps around the camp, bury the sword in the sand, with the sharp blade facing up, and cover it with shallow floating sand. As long as they rush to the horse, their hoofs will be pierced, and at the same time, they will bury the ropes in the sand and let people ambush in the sand. When they approach, they will suddenly pull them under the horse. We can kill him when they are in chaos!"

With little hesitation, Samba nodded and agreed, "Okay! That's it!"

These arrangements are very simple. They were all completed before dark, and then all the warriors ambushed and waited for a " gust of wind" to attack.

In the middle of the night, dozens of hazy shadows quietly approached, and the attackers suddenly turned over their horses dozens of feet away, no longer hiding their whereabouts, shouting and raising the machete to rush to our camp. The leader was the vigorous white horse knight.

As soon as they rushed to the camp, the mounts of the attackers jumped up like crazy. They had fallen into our knife array, and then tripped over the horses' hoofs by the long rope array ambushed in the sand. The riders in black fell off one after another. Only the leading white horse, under the clever control of the rider, avoided our long rope array.

Tony led the warriors to jump out and shouted to the fallen horse. The bandits were very surprised. In the whistle of the head of the white horse, they threw down several fallen injured people and retreated in panic. Looking at the bandits who had run away, I was finally relieved. "A gust of wind" did not dare to take any more risks for the time being. He should know that there was already my opponent in the caravan, and he should be cautious everywhere in the future.

"Let's leave immediately," before I had time to clean up the battlefield, I immediately said to Samba, "Go north and then east, and remove any traces along the way, so that we can get rid of the ' gust of wind'."

"But how can we ensure that we don't get lost in the desert?" Samba is still hesitating.

"I can rely on the sun and stars in the sky," I found that I was very familiar with the stars in the sky, just like I was familiar with my palm prints, and I knew a little more about my ability. "With the guidance of the stars and the sun in the sky, I will carefully calculate the journey along the way, and I promise I won't get lost!"

It is not uncommon for people who live in the desert to guide the direction by stars and the sun, but that is on the booked route, otherwise I can only grasp a general direction, but I know how to calculate the journey under my feet and accurately draw us in the desert in combination with the direction guided by the constellation. The middle line can not only ensure that we will not get lost, but also will not deviate too far from the original line. I seem to know this method by nature, which is another ability that surprises me.

Samba looked at me with confidence. In this situation, he has no one to rely on. At this critical moment, he also showed his courage and determination: "Okay, let's go now! You lead the way, and the caravan looks north!"

When I left, Samba said to me again, "From now on, you can ride a camel like my buddy without anyone's consent."

This is a privilege for a coolusp. I can't help but feel excited, but I don't plan to enjoy this privilege for the time being. I can't get rid of my cooly friends. They are my most reliable and reliable partners.

When I set out, I noticed a strange look in Harry's father's turbid eyes, which was an instinctive fear of the unknown way forward that he had never walked. All the routes in the desert are unknown to me, so I am extremely calm. I believe that the roads in the world are made by people, and everything will happen for the first time.

We set off overnight, and several coolies buried garbage and dung left by animals behind the caravan along the way to remove the obvious traces left by the brigade.

The "bush of wind" that was ambushed by the long-distance attack was probably exhausted. It was not until noon the next day that I still didn't find anyone tracking me, so I was a little relieved. I think a " gust of wind" also needs to rest. If he wants to make a long-distance chase, he will definitely be inseparable from the camel, so that his speed will not be fast. As long as the caravan leaves his sight for a day and a day, he will not want to find us in the vast desert.

In the morning of the second day, we began to turn to the east. This is a road that no one has ever walked. There are no road signs and no reference. The only thing we rely on is the sketch I drew after combining the star phase and the itinerary calculation. The arrow on the sketch indicating our direction is pointing straight to the east. No one knows that this arrow will take us Where and when will we cross this hellish desert?

To be honest, I don't know.

In the morning of the third day, as soon as I picked up the camel and was ready to go on the road, I saw a hazy and dark city at the end of the northeast horizon, like a long black dragon lying on the horizon, which seemed a little illusory under the evaporation of the distant surface. There was a period of ** in the caravan. Everyone saw this section of the city and talked about it for a while. At this time, Flet suddenly came to me and Harry's father and asked us to meet Samba.

"This must be Changcheng," we heard Tony's voice from afar. "We must have miscalculated the distance and direction. Now we should go to Changcheng to make a rest, and then set out from Changcheng to the East!"

Samba didn't answer, but turned to Harry's father who came to the front and asked, "Father Harry, what do you think?"

Father Harry licked his dry lips and muttered, "There are often some strange phenomena in the desert. That is, demons confuse people with illusions. People who are not confident and firm enough will be completely lost in the desert and finally dry up and die in the desert."

Samba said calmly with a goat beard under his jaw, "I also know that sometimes there will be a mirage in the desert, but it's not a monster, it's just an illusion between heaven and earth. Idiot, are you sure that your calculation is right?

I nodded: "Of course!"

"Good! Let's keep going!" Samba raised his finger to the east and said, "In the original direction!"

The sun gradually rises, and the sky and the sky are getting brighter and brighter. The city in front of the left is becoming more and more obscurity. The part close to the ground is getting lighter and lighter. Finally, it completely disappears, leaving only a little black shadow floating in the air. After the sun rises, all the cities finally disappear without a trace. I no longer feel strange about this. I know it's a Mirage. Building.

A day's journey passes through a boring walk, surrounded by an unchanging sea of silent sand. At dusk, the caravan stopped, and I suddenly heard a man screaming in fear: "Look! What is that?"

I followed his eyes and was a little familiar. The dark city appeared again at the end of the horizon. Under the blood-red sunset at dusk, it seemed to be clearer. I couldn't help looking back at the sunset behind me and the light moon that had risen. I was immediately sure that I had not gone in the wrong direction. At this moment, I suddenly felt When the back ridge was cold, an inexplicable fear rose in my heart. I clearly remember that it appeared in the northeast of the caravan this morning, and now it appears in our southeast, that is to say, in the morning it is in front of our left, but now it is in front of our right!

"Ghost City! That's a ghost city!" Harry's father beside him muttered in a hoarse voice, his eyes were full of fear, and his beard under his jaw trembled like his voice.

"Ghost City?" I have some doubts, "What is a ghost town?"

Father Harry looked at the dark city in the distance and muttered like a dream: "So according to legend, there is an erratic ghost city in the desert. There is no fixed position. The time is not fixed. Unfortunately, the people who see it will eventually enter the ghost city no matter how they go!"

I asked with a smile, "What's in the ghost city?"

"I don't know!" Harry's father's voice began to tremble again, "No one came out of the ghost town."

Wow! I sneered in my heart. If no one comes out again, who will know this ghost city?

The next journey shrouded the caravan in inexplicable fear. We see the dark city in the distance in the morning and dusk every day. It only appears in the short time of sunrise and sunset, left and right, or south or north. Everyone noticed that its angle deviation from the east is getting smaller and smaller, and the position is changing more and more. Near. Although I scoffed at the story of the ghost city, it should not appear so frequently and so realistically.

Finally, on the seventh day when we turned to the east, it appeared in the east and just stopped us on our way forward. We slowly walked towards it with a complicated mood. Behind us, the dim yellow sun was bleak. I suddenly found that it appeared so long that it was no longer than before. Disappear in the line.

Fear spread silently in the caravan, and even camels seemed to feel this strange and staggering. We whipped the animals and walked to the ghost city step by step, looking at the dim yellow city that was getting clearer and wider on the horizon. I knew that it was no longer an illusory mirage!

"Stop!" Samba had to succumb to everyone's emotions. The caravan stopped a few miles away from the ghost city. The ghost city stopped silently in front of us. It was still a chaotic gray and unchanging desert color. The wind blew through the city, and there was a faint resentful whimper. The ghost city could not be seen to an end. The city was made up of countless different sizes and heights. The "buildings" composed of gray and yellow rocks, but these "buildings" do not have any artificial traces, some are just magic work!

"People who see the ghost city will eventually enter the ghost city. No one can avoid it or escape!" Father Harry has been muttering. I would like to say that this is just a coincidence, but I know that in such a vast sea of sand, this ghost city is like a drop in the ocean. It is more difficult for us to go straight to this stone forest than to drop needles of sesame seeds. If this is a coincidence, it is really a coincidence!

"Look! What is that?" Someone suddenly pointed behind us and shouted. I don't know when the sky became very yellow, and there seemed to be a slight sand floating in the air. I looked back and saw that in the sky behind me, there was only a chaotic blood red where the sun was supposed to be. The sky, which had always been clear and blue, turned into a haze at this moment. The blood, especially at the end of the western sky, the horizon has completely disappeared, and the sand sea and the sky have been completely chaotic.

Although I don't know what's going on, I know that this is by no means a good situation. I immediately pulled the lost father Harry and pointed to the west sky and asked loudly, "Tell me! What is that?"

"Sandstorm!" Harry's father suddenly opened his eyes wide, and there was a greater panic in his voice, almost crying, "God is driving us to the ghost city!"

"What should I do?" Samba personally rode a camel to the front of the team and asked me. He followed Flet and Daisy, both looking at me helplessly. I took a deep breath, hid the fear in my eyes, pointed to the ghost city in front of me and said calmly, "Let's go there to avoid the sandstorm first!"

The wind is getting stronger and the sand is over the sky. At dusk, we slowly walked to the desert ghost city in a chaotic confusion.

I don't know whether to curse God or thank God now. While using the storm, it also gives us a stone city to take refuge, or uses the storm to drive us into the legendary ghost city and let the ghost city chew and devour us innocent people, just like the horrible rumors in the desert. I can't guess what it is, but I have no choice.

The overwhelming yellow sand came to us, like a god waving a huge shovel to tilt the sand to the earth and scatter it on us, trying to bury us. The whole caravan shrank under several huge rocks in the ghost city, no matter what will happen in the future. After all, it has blocked most of the sandstorm for us now, otherwise at least a small part of the caravan's people and livestock will either be swept away by the hurricane or completely buried by the sand.

The wind and sand passed through the rocks of the ghost city, emitting harsh whists and sobs, like countless evil spirits walking in the city. I curled up in the corner of a pillar of strange rocks and looked at the rocks standing proudly in the hurricane. Suddenly, I understood the origin of the ghost city. It must have been a hill. Only because the frequent hurricanes have eroded the rocks that are not hard enough, leaving the strongest part, the wind and sand have carved on this large mountain stone for thousands of years and finally split this strange and gloomy ghost city with magic. As for the fact that it is haunted in the desert, it is probably because the different illusions of sunlight and water refraction are seen by travelers in the desert, just like the illusion we have seen in different directions in the morning and dusk these days. As for the saying that people who see the ghost city will inevitably come in and can no longer get out, I don't care about it at all. If this statement is true, then all people who see the ghost city should be trapped in the ghost city, and this rumor will not come, and no one will even know any ghost city.

The wind and sand raged for more than an hour. When the hurricane gradually weakened, the sky had changed from chaos to darkness covering the sky and the sky. The stars and moon also reappeared overhead. Although it was still hazy and vague, I knew that the hurricane had finally passed. With the cover of these strange stones, the caravan did not suffer any loss. No matter how terrible the rumors about the ghost city were, it first saved us from the power of heaven.

After the wind and sand passed, Flett's voice came: "Let's camp in place tonight and rest overnight before leaving!"

I took the coolies to unload the goods on the hunchback and count all the animals. Unexpectedly, only one injured war horse was lost in this earth-shaking hurricane, thanks to this gloomy ghost city.

It's midnight after setting up the camp and arranging the sentry. Everyone is gradually accustomed to the strange rocks around them that are as silent as evil spirits and beasts. Sometimes the fear only comes from the unknown. Now that they are in the ghost city, everyone calms down. I slept well this night. Although the breeze made a strange sound of swallowing through the stone forest all night, and it did not make me wake up from a strange dream. The scene in the dream was extremely clear, but it was not even a little similar to the scene in my life. People always saw some strange things in their dreams, so I woke up in the morning. Open my eyes, I have completely forgotten that dream.

The morning sun rises directly in front of us, and the glow makes us dazzled. The caravan winding through the strange rocks. I walked in the front of the team with a pergola, leading everyone not to deviate from the general direction while trying to avoid walking too difficult to walk. Between the rocks in front, a little different color was a little conspicuous in a piece of gray and yellow, which attracted my attention. The dark yellow should not be the color of sand and stone. I looked carefully for a long time and was still not sure what it was. Although it stood ferocious and silent like a low rock, I was sure it was not a rock.

It was getting closer and closer, but I was more and more uncertain about what it was. When I approached more than ten feet, I saw its long hair gently swaying in the wind. Then I remembered that it should be the injured horse we lost last night. Seeing it clearly, I was as cold as an ice cave, and the hot sun on my face could not drive me. The chill in my heart, I have seen countless horses, whether dead, wounded, rotten and smelly or only skeletons, have never scared me, but this time, I trembled with fear.

No one would regard it as a horse, if it didn't have a complete horse skin.

Several warriors surrounded carefully, and a warrior suddenly shook his voice and said, "Yes, it's my horse!" I know its hooves, and I nailed it myself!"

It should not be called a horse or a skeleton, because there is a complete horse's skin loosely covered on the skeleton. It is not like a thirsty horse in the desert. The horse's skin is tightly attached to its body, bulging with an exaggerated belly. It is like the blood belly under its skin is suddenly pulled clean, although the skin and bones are still the same. However, it has been completely separated, and the skin is now like a loose cover on its skeleton. I carefully touched its stomach with my feet and immediately affirmed that there was nothing left but the skin and bone.

"qiang――――"

There was a sound of a machete coming out of its sheath behind him, and everyone hurriedly looked away from both sides. Tony approached two steps with a serious expression and suddenly cut the horse's abdomen with a knife. The horse's skin cracked with the knife and made an empty sound. At the same time, it also exposed Baisen's ribs and empty stomach. Tony carefully opened the cracked horse skin with a knife, and I finally saw everything under the horse's skin. The white horse bone was as clean as the white bone that had been rotten for a hundred years. It was so clean that there was no trace of flesh and blood. Even the back of the opened horse skin was as smooth as the craftsman's leather.

"Ah--" Suddenly, there was a long scream behind her, which scared everyone all over. Looking back, Daisy covered her eyes with fear, but she couldn't help peeking through her fingers. She and Samba have rushed over when they heard the news and looked at the horse skin and horse bones on the ground. Samba cleared their throats and seemed to want to comfort everyone, but they didn't know how to explain the situation in front of them.

"It's a vampire!" Harry's father's face was pale, "We can't escape. It's a blood-sucking zombie in the ghost town!"

"Vinforbombies only suck blood." A warrior immediately rushed to say. As soon as he finished speaking, he couldn't help shrinking his neck and looking around in fear. If the blood-sucking zombies only suck blood, isn't the current situation more terrible than meeting blood-sucking zombies?

"I, let's go back quickly!" Fear made Feixi forget his identity and stammered, "Let's leave this ghost city quickly. I'd rather starve to death in the desert than be sucked away by ghosts!"

Samba turned pale, looked at Tony and looked at me again, and then asked Tony, "Are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid!" Tony immediately said that his dry voice was obviously a little fierce.

Samba turned his eyes to me: "Can you guarantee that you won't lose your way?"

I took a deep breath and calmly spit out two words: "Of course!"

"Good! Keep going, let's cross this ghost city as soon as possible!" Samba resolutely waved his finger forward. I'm a little surprised by Samba's firmness. You don't have to take such a risk to get rich, do you? Although I don't believe in vampire zombies or other ghosts, the situation in front of me is completely beyond what I can understand. People are always most afraid of unknown dangers, and it always gives people a feeling that there is no way to guard against them. If I were to decide, I would rather withdraw from the ghost city and find out what happened before making plans.

"I'm not leaving! I want to go back! I want to go back!" Feixi suddenly shouted and turned around and ran back. Just looking at his crazy eyes, I knew that the heavy labor, long lack of food and sleep and the fear that had been with us in the past few days finally completely broke his spirit.

Several warriors stepped aside and looked at him running far away with some sympathy. Seeing that he was about to run out of our sight, Samba suddenly pointed to his back and said to Tony, "Catch him back and tie him on horseback!"

Feixi, who was struggling desperately, was captured. His face was red and his eyes were lax. Obviously, he had lost his mind. I knew that Samba was not out of pity, but he was afraid that more people would escape back and had to tie everyone together.

The caravan began to move forward again. No one had a word or a cough. Everyone tried to hold their breath, as if they were afraid that their sound would wake up the sleeping ghosts or beasts. We accelerated our pace at the same time. Fear made people hardly know fatigue and thirst. The water strictly allocated according to the standard could not moisten my body at all. As I walked, I rubbed my almost dry throat and fantasized about the bitter well water in the saltwater town. Suddenly, water really appeared in front of me, a large area of water!

I rubbed my eyes hard and didn't know why, thinking that it was the desire that made me hallucinate. I didn't come to my senses from surprise, and several horses rushed to the pond. It was not until the sound of those horses drinking water irritated my ears that I could believe that this was by no means an illusion!

Several warriors and fellows shouted and rushed to the pond and rushed to the waterside to drink like a horse. I was very thirsty. I also wanted to rush over and drink like them, but an instinct, I'm sure is an instinct cultivated by years of hard training, which made me suppress my body's strong desire and observe everything in front of me very calmly. , an obvious abnormality was found immediately.

"You can't drink! Never drink it!" I suddenly threw Neo and Bass to the ground. I didn't expect that my power was so great that I easily overturned them. Before they could react, I had thrown to the water's edge, kicking the warriors and men desperately regardless of my identity, and tried my best to drive them away from the water.

"Come back! Come back!" Tony shouted on the horse, "I order you to come back, or you will be cut off!"

Tony's order made several drunk warriors instinctively stand up and look back at everyone with satisfaction. Everyone immediately showed panic. I was even more shocked and retreated, and immediately understood that they could not come back!

All their faces were black, like a layer of dark paint, but they didn't know it. A satisfied smile appeared on their faces, which looked particularly strange. I stepped back step by step and stared at their faces nervously, probably surprised us. The expression of fear made them feel something and couldn't help looking at each other doubtfully. They were so shocked that they pointed to each other's face and shouted. When they saw that the other party was also pointing to their faces, they couldn't help screaming more oozing. They immediately wiped their faces with their sleeves, and then they found that the skin on their hands was also completely black.

Several warriors were still wiping their faces vigorously, and the skin gradually oozed blood. The blood was already black and red, not like human blood at all.

They rushed to us, and everyone retreated in panic. As soon as they ran in front of me, they fell to the ground powerlessly, with their mouths constantly open, but they couldn't make a sound. From the shape of their mouths, I know that they finally shouted the two words that human beings shouted when they were most helpless -- save me! I looked at them with compassion, but there was nothing I could do.

They looked at me unwillingly, and their eyes stung me until the fire of life in their eyes was completely extinguished, and they refused to close their eyes. I looked sadly at them leaving and felt extremely sad and guilty about my powerlessness.

Several guys still lie by the water and maintain a drinking posture. From their mouth and nose completely immersed in the water, I know that they died faster than a few warriors, and more than a dozen horses also fell to the water, which was almost all the horses of the caravan.

"Magic Spring! The magic spring of the ghost city! Only animals in the ghost city can drink it!" Harry's father muttered behind me. I was furious, suddenly turned around and grabbed his front, pulled him angrily, and shouted at his nose, "How much do you know about the ghost city? Tell me quickly!"

Harry's father's eyes flashed with greater panic. Looking at his gradually lax eyes, I suddenly realized that if I insisted on cross-examination, his spirit would immediately collapse. I quickly let go of his front and gently smoothed his clothes and comforted him softly: "It doesn't matter. Don't say anything. I won't ask anything anymore. I will definitely find the answer!"

"say! Be sure to say it!" Tony suddenly put the knife on Father Harry's neck. "Say everything you know, or I will kill you and die for my warrior!"

"Bastard!" I don't know where the courage came from. I clasped Tony's wrist and threw Tony out with a back. Tony staggered three feet away and looked back at me in surprise. The machete in his hand somehow reached my hand. I stared at the machete in my hand, and the surprise in my heart was only above Tony. I didn't know how I took Tony's knife, let alone throw him out.

We stared at each other in a daze, or did I come back from surprise first, quickly threw the machete back to Tony, and asked in a low voice, "Don't you see that Daddy Harry is going to be scared? Don't you hesitate to drive such an old man crazy?"

Tony stared at me gloomily and asked word by word, "I want to know how you know that the water is poisonous?" What kind of martial arts did you use just now? Why have I never seen such martial arts?

In the end, this question was really unreasonable, but I still answered patiently: "I noticed that no camel I was holding jumped on the water source. You know, the camel is the most ** to the water. As for the martial arts just now, I don't know, or it's not a martial arts at all. It's just a coincidence. ."

"Coincidence?" Tony's voice unconsciously improved a lot, "I began to practice martial arts at the age of seven, and now it is difficult to find an opponent, but I was just taken away by you and almost fell to the ground by you. You told me that this was just a coincidence?"

I spread my hand and said with a wry smile, "I don't know how to explain it to you, but I really don't know."

"I don't know?" Tony stared at me meaningfully, "You don't know your name, don't know your origin, don't even know what martial arts you use, and have so many strange skills. Don't you think you are very suspicious?"

I sighed: "To be honest, I also feel very suspicious."

"Good! Let me see what kind of martial arts you have first!" Tony took the first two steps, his eyes were cold, and he slowly raised the knife in his hand. I didn't know how to resist Tony's knife. Standing there, I was a little at a loss. The murderousness in Tony's eyes made my heart furor. I vaguely realized that I couldn't avoid Tony's knife, which made me feel cold all over.

"Enough, Tony!" Samba finally said to stop him, "You and the idiot are the most trusted people now. Whether he knows his name or his past, I trust him unconditionally!"

Tony shouted at Samba unwillingly: "But his origin is unknown, and he led us all the way to this ghost city. Only he knows that the water is poisonous. Look, there is still some grass by the water. It's not known in advance that the ghost thought it would be poisonous!"

I shook my head and sighed again. The pool was more than ten feet long and wide. In addition to being a little abrupt here, it was as common as any pool outside. Even the water was much clearer. There were some unknown grasses on the edge of the pool, and there were faint small animals active. Who Do you think it will be poisonous? I was also very surprised that I noticed the abnormal reaction of the camel in that situation.

"Don't say it!" Samba stopped Tony's words, "Bury your Flying Eagle warrior well. We have to hurry!"

Tony had to withdraw his knife. I suddenly noticed that the white bones around the pond were scattered on the shore, and it seemed that the people who died by the spring were far more than us.

Several guys burned pieces of paper in the place where the dead were buried. I was a little curious and asked, "What is this?"

A clerk didn't raise his head and sighed, "Two of these guys are Orientals. They have been away from their hometown for decades. They originally wanted to go back with us this time. How can they think about it! According to them, when a person dies, he has to burn some paper for him. That's the money they use in hell, so that he can also have money in hell. We don't know whether it's true or not. Let's talk about it.

I sighed secretly. Although I never believed in ghosts and gods, I really hope there will be heaven and hell at this moment, so that the dead can start a new life in another world, so that as a living person, I feel a little better.

After burying the dead, I came to the pond curiously to see if there would be other animals in the extremely poisonous water. Suddenly, I stared at the calm water and was stunned. My reflection clearly appeared in the water. Looking at the reflection, I saw my face for the first time, and suddenly there was a strange feeling in my heart. I found that my face was neither as horny as Tony and those white warriors, nor as black as Neo. With the same fat head and big ears, except for the scar on my face, my face is a kind of uncharacteristic softness, and my facial features even give people a vague feeling. With dark hair and light black eyes, I am simply an oriental!

"Pack up, everyone is ready to go!" Flet's voice came from afar. There was only Tony's horse and 17 camels left in the caravan, and there were less than 20 in the caravan. Looking back on the huge team of hundreds of animals when we set out, I was sad for the unfortunate victims and worried about my way forward.

The team continued to walk through the ghost city. At dusk, we still didn't see the end of the ghost city. At this time, the sky became chaotic again, and the golden glow of the sunset was faintly red. It should not be dark yet. I couldn't help looking back and found that the sun had turned hazy scarlet again, just like yesterday at dusk.

It's a hurricane. I don't need to ask Father Harry this time. I know what's going on. It seems that God is going to leave us in the ghost city for the night. We actually encountered hurricanes here twice in two days. Although hurricanes are not rare in the desert, it is too rare to encounter them twice every other day. Perhaps this is a wind outlet, and the frequent hurricanes have carved this large hill into such a ghost city.

"Everyone find a place to hide from the wind! Plug the camels and don't let them get lost!" Fleet was greeting everyone conscientiously, and we quickly pulled the camel under the boulder of the back. Now these camels are the lifeblood of the caravan, and no one dares to be careless. A small gravel began to float in the air. With yesterday's experience, everyone was no longer panicked and squeezed around the belly of the bolted camel to avoid being accidentally swept away by the hurricane.

When it got dark, the wind passed through the ghost city, emitting strange screams and calls. Although we were safe in the back and the camel's body was warm, no one could sleep peacefully. The lost companions during the day, especially the horse with only skin and bones, enveloped our hearts like a shadow, and the fear of ghosts. Fear always comes out in the darkest time.

It is already midnight when the wind completely stops. This is the most sleepy time, and no one wants to travel overnight. I also fell asleep and returned to that strange dream in my sleep. I seemed to be sitting in the belly of a big bird and flying in the high sky. Through the window open on the belly of the big bird, I could see white clouds floating under me.

"Ah――――"

A long scream shocked me from the strange dream and immediately saw a warrior rolling on the ground with his arms, howling painfully while rolling. The tragic scream made people's hearts tremble.

"What's going on? Brown!" Tony repeatedly questioned and saw that there was nothing strange around him. Tony was very ashamed of the bitter cry of the Flying Eagle Samurai. Although the Samurai's arm was injured in the last battle, as a flying eagle warrior, he should not scream so much even if his arm was broken. Tony couldn't help shouting: "Stop shouting, the Flying Eagle Samurai can't help it if he is in pain!"

The warrior turned a deaf ear to Tony's words and kept patting his injured arm and shouting, "Something got into my body, save me!" Help me!"

In his scream, I suddenly noticed a slight "rustle" sound, just around us, just under my feet! Looking down, I suddenly jumped up in shock. Through the dim moonlight, I found that the sand on the ground was squirming slightly.

"Everyone be careful!" I just made a warning, but I was overwhelmed by another person's scream. It was Feixi! He was injured in a scuffle with the warrior when he escaped yesterday, so he put it down from the horse last night to treat his wounds. Now he is rolling all over the ground, clapping his hands and feet crazily, and finally howling and hitting his head straight to the sandstone. He hit his head with a touch, and then fell into the sand. His hands and feet twitched. Obviously, he was not alive. Several warriors slowly walked over to check his situation, and suddenly screamed and jumped away. My scalp was suddenly numb. I saw some slight squirming little things, like a tide, instantly covered the fat and bleeding head, and immediately drowned his mouth and nose.

"Hurry up and light the torch!" The trembling sound of samba sounded in the dark, and then someone hurriedly lit the torch. With the firelight, we finally found that countless extremely small, maggot-like pale worms kept drilling out of the sand, and penetrated from the bleeding head of the fat West very fast, endlessly and endlessly!

"Tony! Help me quickly!" The wounded warrior struggled to stumble towards us, "There is something in my body. Help me!"

Tony pulled out his machete and waved it in the air. The wounded arm of the warrior was immediately cut to the ground. As soon as the broken arm fell to the ground, countless kinds of insects immediately drilled out of the sand and desperately penetrated into the flesh and blood. I was cold all over my body, as if I heard the sound of them devouring flesh and blood crazily.

"Help me, help me!" The warrior with a broken arm was still howling. In addition to blood, there were worms falling sporadically at his broken arm. Tony did not hesitate. The machete waved out, clearly scratched his throat, and cut off his howling. The warrior fixed it for a while, and then fell to the ground weakly like an empty sack.

"Rise the fire!" Samba shouted at everyone, "Rise a fire with everything that can be burned!"

The bonfire rose, and the insects were illuminated by the fire, suddenly drilled into the sand, and immediately disappeared without a trace. We hurriedly surrounded the camel with a bonfire. Where the fire shone, the insects disappeared clean, and the broken-armed warrior and the fat West that could not shine were still swallowed up by the insects. In a moment, I found that their strong bodies and plump cheeks gradually slid down, and I suddenly realized What happened to the horse skin and horse bone that Bai saw today? It was completely swallowed up by these insects!

We huddled in the protection of the bonfire and looked in horror at the fact that Feixi and the warrior's body gradually shrunk. We only felt the bottom of our hearts. Just as everyone was paying attention to the sand under our feet with lingering fear, Samba suddenly muttered to himself, "I know there is a bloodthirsty maggot in the desert, but it has always been parasitized on cattle, sheep and camels. In the injured wound, it won't be long before the flesh and blood of the injured cattle and sheep can be completely swallowed up, but they didn't expect that they could survive in this sand.

I also nodded and sighed: "I think the sun is hot during the day. They are all hidden in the shady sand, and they don't come out to look for food until the bloody atmosphere at night, but I don't understand how to feed so many bloodthirsty maggots in this ghost city?"

"There is water in this ghost city. Although the water is poisonous to humans and animals, there are still animals that can adapt to its toxicity. They thrive on that water and provide food for these bloodthirsty maggots after being injured." Speaking of this, Samba suddenly stopped and a greater fear flashed in his eyes. I immediately understood why. Thinking that these animals can survive on that poisonous water, they must also be extremely poisonous. Although bloodthirsty maggots are horrible, after all, they only attack injured and bleeding animals, and no one knows whether they will attack us.

The caravan did not bring any fuel to make a fire. After burning a lot of dispensable waste, the bonfire gradually faded, but we had nothing to burn, and it was still early before dawn. Although they knew that bloodthirsty maggots would only attack injured and bleeding animals, everyone got up uneasily when they thought of the dense maggots suddenly gushing out of the sand around them.

"Let's go to the mountain stone!" Samba pointed to the boulder beside him and said, "It is impossible for bloodthirsty maggots to climb up high-walled rocks, let alone drill into stones."

As soon as everyone thought about it, they immediately helped each other climb a few high rocks. As for the animals, they had to stay below. Fortunately, we carefully examined their bodies, and there were no bloody wounds, and bloodthirsty maggots would not attack them.

At dawn, we were nervous and scared all night and finally slept on the rocks. In my sleep, I dreamed of that strange world, with green mountains and green water, birds and insects singing, and I even heard a few crisp dog barks!

The bark of the dog was so clear that it was close at hand. I suddenly opened my eyes, and the dazzling sun made me have to close my eyes again. It took me a while to realize that this was not a dream!

A sudden cry came not far away. I jumped up and saw three masked warriors quietly climbing up the rock where I was. One of the masked warriors's eyes as blue sky were extremely familiar. He was the white horse warrior, that is, the bandit leader "a gust of wind"!

A bandit shouted and rushed at me. I suddenly took a step and grabbed him off his machete and kicked him. He immediately screamed and fell down the rock. I only hate that the sky was bright, otherwise he should have tasted the taste of bloodthirsty maggots!

At this time, another bandit had cut down two cool forces and fought with Bass. Finally, the two rolled down the rocks and continued to work hard below. There was only me and the bandit head "a gust of wind" left on the mountain stone. His eyes were murderous and he stared at me and asked, "Are you the guy who has ruined me several times?"

Hearing his voice, I was finally sure that the desert bandit "a gust of wind" turned out to be a woman!

Tony's shout came from the distance. I glanced quickly and saw that he was also fighting with the sneak attack on the black bandits, but he seemed to have been injured, and few warriors in the caravan were still resisting. I think the bandits had been able to attack. But I'm not panicked, and there are only a few bandits. I think the hurricane last night caused them a lot of losses.

"Go to hell!" A gust of wind suddenly scolded and hit my neck with a knife. I didn't dare to fight with her. Suddenly, I fell down, rolled down from the rock and rolled down awkwardly. At the moment when I landed, my ankle seemed to be stung by something, which was not very painful. I didn't have time to check. "a gust of wind" has climbed down from the rock.

At the moment she landed, I suddenly hooked my leg on her ankle. Just as she jumped back in confusion, I jumped up and rushed to her by the mountain and stone. Suddenly, her machete was too late to take action. I had grabbed her knife wrist and followed by a back, just like Tony felling yesterday. . I didn't want her to lift her knee to my waist. I couldn't fall any more. I followed her to suddenly strangle my neck. The technique was extremely skillful and fierce, as if it was an instinct. I suddenly clasped her waist and tripped back, which made her have to let go of my neck and let go.

In a short moment, we have exchanged a few moves, and every time the two of them made an action, they were equally accurate and effective. I suddenly realized that the " gust of wind" and I used was actually a very similar kind of fighting technique! Or the same type of fighting.

A gust of wind rushed up again. Although her knife was not taken away by me, it was also thrown aside. This time, she cut my neck with her palm, and her lower leg kicked me fiercely and viciously. I seemed to be familiar with such a trick. As soon as I closed my legs, I clamped her legs and then clasped her wrists. I seemed to be very familiar with human joints and immediately twisted them. Her arms turned around and hit my face door after the wrist joints. It was extremely fierce. I was busy at the beginning, and the heads and necks of the two immediately crossed, just like Hus each other. When she pushed me away, I suddenly bit her scarf. After we opened one minute, I finally saw her face face to face and couldn't help but be stunned. My lower abdomen had eaten her knee, which made me stagger back a few steps, covering my stomach and half kneeling on the ground. She still wanted to make up for a foot. Tony had waved a knife. When she rushed over, she left a hateful sentence, "This time I took advantage of you!"

After saying that, she whistled and asked her companions to leave. This time, there were only two bandits left beside her.

How about it? Does it matter?" Tony half knelt down weakly and saw the blood flowing from his leg. I tore off a coat and stabbed his wound to death. Tony didn't stop me. He just watched me finish dressing the wound. Then he slowly stretched out his right hand to me and looked straight into my eyes and said faintly, "My name is Tony, Ibrahim? Hansen? Tony!"

I was stunned, looked at the hand he had been stretching out and his calm eyes, and suddenly understood what he meant. I immediately took his hand and said, "I'm an idiot! Nice to meet you!"

"No, Lord Samba can't do it!" Hearing Fret shouting, I hurried over and saw Samba fall to the ground, and a scar on his chest was visible, which was a fatal scar! Holding his hand gly, I looked at his unwilling eyes and asked softly, "What other unfinished wishes?"

Samba suddenly grabbed Tony's hand and said with difficulty, "I entrust Daisy to you, take her to the Silk Country, and take her to Lin'an in the capital!"

Tony immediately nodded, and I frowned, knowing that if I no longer asked, I'm afraid there would be no chance in the future. I didn't care that he was about to leave. Looking at his cloudy eyes, I asked calmly, "I want to know why I must send Daisy to the Silk Country? Why does 'a gust of wind' chase us? Even risking her life to break into the ghost city, and even sacrificing almost all her men, the rest of the goods are not worth her risk!"

"Don't ask, you just agree!" Samba grabbed my front, and his strength was beyond my expectation. He didn't expect the dying person to have such a reaction. He was almost shouting, "As long as you promise me, you must promise me!"

I shook my head coldly: "Unless I know the reason, I won't promise anything."

A moment of hesitation flashed in Samba's eyes, and finally shivered his lips to say something, but his voice was as thin as a mosquito ant. I put my ear to his mouth and immediately heard a few words spit out of his mouth, which were almost inaudible. I trembled like being struck by lightning, and I heard a sentence I heard in my dream - you are the protector!

When I wanted to ask again, Samba had already breathed a long breath, let go of his hand weakly, and slowly drooped his head to the side.

"Grandpa!" Deslie cried bitterly. At this time, she was no longer wearing a face scarf. The first time I saw her face, tears on her delicate face, and I felt a sense of pity in my heart, and I felt that it was my responsibility to take her out of this ghost city and out of the sea of death.

We buried all the dead, and we packed up and continued to go on the road. Now we only have eight people and 17 camels, among which Tony is injured. Daisy is a woman, and the guide Harry's father is an old man. Only Fret, Neo, Bass and old bitter gourd can really fight. Everyone else has been buried in this ghost city, and now there is no longer any warrior or cooli. In order to survive, all people are equal.

We took clean water and grain, discarded all the goods, and rode camels to the east facing the morning sun. As I was marching, I couldn't help thinking of the "breeze" waiting for the road ahead and her wild face, which could no longer be waved from my mind. It was a sculpture-like perfect face!

Riding on the camel's back, I vaguely felt that my ankles were a little dull, and a feeling of dizziness gradually came up. I couldn't help thinking that my ankle had been stabbed by something in the fight with the " gust of wind". Pulling up the trousers, there were two small holes in the ankles, which were oozing a little blood. The blood was no longer red, but a yellow, desert-like color. Almost at the same time, I fell down from my hunchback.

I tried to point to my ankle, and I said to my companions, "I feel like I've been bitten by something."

Harry's father lifted my trousers and then let out a scream of fear. I quickly asked, "What is that?"

"It's a sand snake!" Harry's voice was full of fear, "The sand snake in the ghost city!"

I know that a small snake common in the desert usually hides in the sand and comes out for food at night. If people accidentally step on it in broad daylight, they will also be attacked, but it is not very toxic and does not pose a threat to human life, but Father Harry's fear expression is obviously talking about the sand snake and people in the ghost city. Different, I hurriedly asked, "What will happen?" What's the difference?"

Father Harry cried and looked at me with pity, "There will be hallucinations, terrible hallucinations!"

Illusion? I smiled bitterly and felt that my body was falling into a dark cave. Father Harry's voice was getting farther and farther away from me, and I gradually fell into a darkness