After the Strange Talk Prevails

　　 "How long have I slept? Are you going to enter Sanyang Rock Hill?" She looked out, covering the sun with her hands, and was a little disappointed when she saw that she was still in the desert.

　　 "It's already the entrance, because it's still morning, so I don't expect to be stationed this time." Zhou Ming said.

　　 "Really? That's good." Wang Siyan wiped the sweat from his neck, thinking that he would not take a bath for several days.

　　 Not long after speaking, the entrance of Sanyang Stone Hill arrived, and the car stopped one after another.

　　 But this time it was a short stay, in order to lock ordinary people with low spiritual inertia on the iron chair.

　　 As members of the guards, Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan had to go to a fixed position on the roof to guard them.

Although 　　 is a vigilance, there are no accidents during the day. Their real work has to wait until after night.

　　 After Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan climbed on the roof, they just sat on the narrow roof with a dozen other mercenaries, leaning on the iron railings, chatting to pass the time.

A guide in the 　　 convoy was also sitting in the middle of them, telling him about his thrilling experience of crossing the Three Rams Rock Hill for many years.

　　 "Don't think I am just an ordinary person, but in fact, my quality can be compared with the hermit, otherwise it is impossible to be a guide for this place!

"After all, if you stay here for a long time, you will be insane. If you are an incompetent guide, a few days delay will be equivalent to the death penalty for the entire convoy. I will tell you today what happened when I was picking up the job a few months ago. Weird thing to come."

　　 "Don't brag! I don't know how many times I have taken the **** mission here, what new things can you tell me." A mercenary next to him laughed.

　　 "It's possible that someone else doesn't know? For example, uh... I ask you, have you heard the sound of sand ghosts?" the guide asked.

　　 "Of course I've heard it!" The mercenary said decisively.

He doesn’t know how many times he has heard Sand Ghost’s cry, but he doesn’t want to think about it too much, because it is indeed a weird and uncomfortable voice. If it must be described, it is like humans trying to tighten themselves. The intermittent "chucking" sound made when trying to breathe hard but couldn't breathe smoothly.

　　 "Has anyone not heard of it? Raise your hand if you haven't heard it." The guide seemed unwilling, and asked again.

　　 Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan raised their hands, and they both wondered what sound the sand ghost would make.

　　 "Very good! Then I will imitate it for you now." The guide cleared his throat, his chin retracted slightly, and his throat tightened.

　　 He stared at Zhou Ming with his eyes straight, opened his mouth slightly, and then slowly inhaled. Zhou Ming heard the intermittent and continuous "chuckling" sound from the opponent's throat.

Zhou Ming is no stranger to this sound. Everyone can make it, but it is indeed uncomfortable. The director often uses this sound in horror movies. There will be this intermittent bubble sound, because her neck was twisted and her breathing was not smooth due to her death.

　　 "How do you feel?" the guide asked with a smile.

　　 "It's okay." Wang Siyan nodded perfunctorily, obviously dissatisfied with his performance.

　　 But the other mercenaries around giggled, looking at Wang Siyan like a joke.

　　 "What are you doing? Are you afraid of this sound?"

　　 "We won't, as for the two of you, I don't know." A mercenary smiled maliciously.

　　 At the time, Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan never understood why these people showed such expressions, but soon they knew the reason.

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　　 At night, the truck stopped and everyone started to eat dinner.

　　 But unlike outside the stone mound, this time, they no longer lit a bonfire to enjoy cooked food. Instead, they all ate canned food, and they no longer set up tents to sleep. Everyone spent the night in the carriage.

　　 Ordinary passengers will not open all the restraints even when eating, but will only untie one of their hands for eating. They are the boss outside, and they all become prisoners after entering the stone hill.

Inside the trapezoidal car, the top is equipped with energy-saving lamps for lighting, and the vents that are open during the day are all buckled with built-in iron plates. Only a few rows of holes are left at the bottom of the car for exchange with the outside world. fresh air.

　　The location of these holes is also very clever, just under the iron chair, that is, in the shadow of the light, so the light will not leak out.

　　 Therefore, when viewed from the outside, this big truck is a black square boulder in the dark. Except for the small noise from the inside, it is as quiet as a dead thing.

　　 The most fragile front of the car is covered with a special iron plate at night, and the same is true for the exposed tires.

But these iron plates are not strong. After all, they are assembled with locks. If unattended, they can be removed outside. This is why the guards are required to fight against the sand ghosts at night, instead of shrinking in a solid carriage. s reason.

　　 But now, Zhou Ming, Wang Siyan, and everyone else are in the carriage, waiting quietly.

　　 No, it's actually not quiet at all. Only Zhou Ming and Wang Siyan are quiet at UU reading www.uukanshu.com.

　　 "Coco, uh, uh—cock, uh, uh—"

　　 The weird cry is like a magic sound, filling every corner of this space, making it irritable, and the emotional out-of-control passengers in the car exacerbate this irritability.

　　 Now the carriage is full of harsh screams, and the people chained in the iron chair are struggling fiercely, and their emotions have lost control.

　　 Outside the car, there was the kind of weird "chuckling" noise.

Zhou Ming half-closed his eyes, holding a rifle, sitting on the edge of the car door, behind the iron wall came the sound of nails rubbing against the metal iron plate, the top of the head, the feet, and all directions were all "guckled" strangely. Surrounded by shouts.

　　 He can feel the vibration of the carriage, can feel something constantly crawling on top of his head and under the car.

　　 Those nimble spider-like animals crawled around outside the truck. They carefully searched every gap in the carriage, trying to open the iron box full of food.

　　 Zhou Ming has not seen sand ghosts with his own eyes, but according to the description of the veteran, the aboriginal creatures of these stone hills have very flexible movements, strong aggressiveness and pain tolerance, and are very dangerous when moving in groups.

　　 They are not really weird, they can be solved with bullets, so they are not really scary.

　　 Although there are often casualties in the defensive battle at night, this risk is nothing for mercenaries. The hunting of sand ghosts at night can even become a gambling game.

　　 But there is a saying among the guards: Don’t look at the eyes of the sand ghost for a long time. The eyes of the sand ghost have special magic power. They are also part of the rumor of this stone hill.

　　 Legend has it that people who look at the sand ghost’s eyes will feel the emotions and desires of the sand ghost, and once they look at the other party, it is difficult to remove their eyes.