After the Strange Talk Prevails

　　 "Damn! It's so noisy! I really want to go out and kill all these brutes!" a mercenary said bitterly.

　　 As he said, tonight they should have been fighting the sand ghost head-on outside.

　　 But now, everyone, including the conjurer and the hermit, are trapped in this small steel space.

　　 The reason why they stay here is because of the sandstorm-the real demon in this stone mound.

　　 If you listen carefully, you can hear a very subtle, very dense rubbing noise on the walls of the carriage in addition to nail scratching.

　　 Like the sound of dense rain, it has never been interrupted, has been maintained, so that over a long period of time, people ignore its existence.

　　 This is the sound of sand rubbing against metal. Their truck is at the center of the sandstorm at this time.

　　 Rumor has it that the power of the sandstorm in the stone mound is extraordinary. It can change the appearance of a large area of ​​the stone mound overnight. This rumor has now become a reality, and the originally normal sandstorm also possesses the power of a scraper.

　　 On the night of a sandstorm, if people stand outside, they will disappear completely overnight, leaving no bones.

The dancing flying sand will rub the body at high speed like rough scrub paper, and in a short time, it will rub away the skin and muscles of the human body. In the end, there will be no bones left. The only thing that can exist in the sandstorm is steel. Sand ghost.

　　 Zhou Ming frowned slightly, glanced at Wang Siyan next to him, and found that the other party was staring at the pot of hair at his feet.

　　 "Hey, do you say we will die?"

　　 The man locked in the chair opposite Zhou Ming stared at Zhou Ming and asked, he was the uncle who had mentioned the golden age to Zhou Ming before.

　　 "Uncle, don't worry, you won't die." Zhou Ming comforted.

　　 But the man’s desperate expression did not improve at all, but the bloodshot eyes revealed a kind of indescribable dazedness and dementia. He seemed to be staring at Zhou Ming, and as if staring at a piece of air in front of Zhou Ming, he muttered:

"Dust storms can change the terrain of a large area of ​​sand dunes overnight. The shape of the road stones will change. People trapped inside will get lost in that area and will never be able to leave the hills... All of us, none of us can leave alive. here."

The road-recognizing stones in his mouth are weathered rocks with special shapes in the Sanyang Rock Hill. Through these weathered rocks, the guide can confirm his position in the rock mounds, so as to constantly adjust the direction of travel, and finally lead the team through the rock mounds. .

However, the sandstorm here will change the shape of the rocks in the area in a very short time, completely transform the original familiar terrain into unfamiliar terrain, and the original pavement stones will disappear completely, so the area covered by the sandstorm is also called For the lost area.

　　 After encountering a sandstorm, the only way to get out of the lost area is to go blindly by intuition until you encounter the next recognizable road stone and redefine yourself in the correct position in the group of stone hills.

　　 So Sanyang Stone Hill has the nickname of the natural labyrinth. It is a natural labyrinth that changes every few days.

If you want to be the guide of Sanyang Rock Hill, it is impossible to rely on practice to make perfect. You must have an extremely strong memory, keep the shape and location of all the strange rocks in your heart, and go back and forth between Sanyang Village and the outside world without interruption. Shuttle and update the map in your mind, this is a laborious task.

"It's not that I've never encountered this kind of thing! Even if all the surrounding landmarks disappear, just walk in the Sanyang Stone Hill, as long as you encounter a stone I know, I can tell the direction and take the team directly. Leave Shiqiu! You did it for nothing as my guide for so many years!" The guide on the side yelled out loud.

　　 He is the only one who is an ordinary person but doesn't need to be on the iron chair.

　　 But his confident words did not provide any comfort. The uncle was still muttering, and the whole person showed a strange and divine temperament.

The woman sitting next to him said with a trembling voice: "But...but we have to persist until we meet the next...how many days can we eat? What if we ate up and haven't walked out of the lost zone? "

　　 "The more people there are, the more food they need. The slaves should eat too? What if they eat our food and we fail to get out of the lost area?" a young man said in horror.

　　 "Hey! You have to protect us! We spent money, but we spent money!"

　　 After finishing speaking, he was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly turned his head to look at the gunman with a scorpion tattoo on his arm. He was the captain of the mercenary team, the poisonous scorpion.

　　 "Quiet!" Another passenger snorted coldly, frightening the panicked young man.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the man also turned his head, staring at the scorpion gloomily, and said coldly: "When you encounter this kind of thing, there is no other way? You can only kill them. You want to live too, don't you?"

　　 The poisonous scorpion gave a cold snort and turned his head indifferently, ignoring the other party.

　　 It is the rule of this journey not to talk to the person locked in the chair. The words of the person locked in the chair have no reference value~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and it is not worthy of belief.

　　In this car, they are just a kind of cargo.

　　 At this time, Wang Siyan, who had been staring at the can, finally looked away from the can.

　　 She glanced at the group of passengers casually, and gently pressed Ding Zhou Ming with her elbow: "It's already started."

　　 Zhou Ming nodded slightly, he knew it had already begun.

　　 The weird desire to survive has begun to dominate the brains of these ordinary people. What they said just now, every sentence reveals unreasonable worries.

　　 It seems that it is correct to lock ordinary people in those chairs, otherwise God knows what trouble they will cause.

Zhou Ming's gaze swept across the faces of the guards and guides, and he found that although the guards were still calm and calm, some people showed obvious irritability. It was not because of the interference of the will to survive or the sand ghosts outside. It's too annoying.

　　 Zhou Ming's gaze crooked and fell on the guide. At this moment, he was sitting cross-legged on the ground, constantly flipping through the latest map of Sanyang Stone Hill, his face filled with worry.

　　……

　　 Shagui tossed all night, until dawn and sunrise leaving.

　　 The sandstorm stopped near noon.

　　 It was very difficult to open the door of the car. It seemed as if there was a big rock against the outside. Someone looked out through the vent in the truck and found that the car outside was half buried in sand.

　　 is buried alive. This is the most common way of death in Sanyang Rock Hill. It is listed as one of the three major methods of death along with being killed by a sand ghost and getting lost.

　　 Any convoy that has experienced a long period of sandstorms has a high probability of being buried alive, and burial alive is not a problem that can be solved by half of the conjurers and hermits. Once the entire car is buried under the sand, it is basically finished.