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　　Because the possibility of being buried alive is very high, each compartment has an upper opening inside, so that when the car is not completely buried, the people inside can turn out to dig out the sand.

　　 The first to get out of the carriage was the Captain of the Guard Scorpion, followed by Zhou Ming Wang Siyan, and other guards.

When he climbed out of the car, he saw that the surrounding terrain had all changed. The fine yellow sand turned the originally flat continent into concave and convex, like a woman's curve. The tall stone forest became thin and small, and some disappeared directly. NS.

　　 Almost half of the big trucks behind them are buried in the sand, like toys thrown in the sandpit by naughty children, and now their task is to dig these toys out of the sandpit.

　　The passengers who paid are very lucky to stay in the car and enjoy the long-lost sleep.

The guards first opened the carriages of the slaves and drove the shackled slaves out of the car. They pointed their guns at the slaves and let dozens of slaves take turns to dig sand, and they supervised these as overseers. People work.

　　 The poisonous scorpion stood on the roof of the car with a gun, condescendingly watching the slaves working below.

He turned his head to look at the girl squatting next to him. Wang Siyan squatted carelessly on the edge of the car roof, carrying a gun and looking down, looking bored. The young man next to the girl was also sitting with one leg stunned. Rest your right hand on your knee.

　　 He stared at the sand-digging slaves in a daze, as if thinking about something profound.

　　 These two strange mercenaries gave the poisonous scorpion very different feelings. It was not that he had never seen a young mercenary, but as long as he worked in this business for a long time, his body would naturally emit a scent of being alert all the time.

　　 None of these two, they showed a different kind of calmness.

　　 is even more relaxed than the hermits and conjurers next to him.

After several hours of work, two cars have been dug out. The tires buried deep in the sand have all been damaged, the steel plate covering the outside has been disassembled, and the black and thick tires are covered with dense tooth marks and scratches. , Paralyzed there like a flat ball.

　　 The driver looked at the sky, climbed out of the car, and shouted to the poison scorpion: "Brother mercenary, they don't need to change the tires. They can't leave today. Stay here for another night."

　　 So, the scorpion asked his own people to drive the slaves back into the car again.

　　 Zhou Ming walked to the entrance of the car roof and was about to get in, but he heard whispers inside.

　　 "Can we get out of the lost zone?"

　　 "Maybe you can't go out, you may go out soon, or you may not get out for a long time."

　　 "Then you said, if there is not enough food in the end, they will kill those slaves? After all, life is more important than money."

"Are you stupid! Haven't you understood the current situation? The key is not whether they will kill the slaves, they will definitely kill the slaves, the key is when to kill! As long as the slaves live for one day, they have to eat one more day I will eat less food for several days, you say... if this continues, if the slaves are killed and the food is in short supply, who will they kill next?"

　　 "Kill kill kill, kill us?"

　　 Zhou Ming listened to the people below conspiring quietly.

　　 Then he deliberately made a little movement on the edge of the roof, and the inside suddenly became quiet.

　　 He jumped into the car, and all the passengers lay reclining on the chairs to sleep, as if the whispers just now were just auditory hallucinations.

　　 But Zhou Ming knew that these people were just pretending to sleep.

　　 A young man lying on a chair closed his eyes and listened carefully to Zhou Ming's footsteps. He heard Zhou Ming's footsteps pass by him, and finally stopped, and he was relieved.

　　 He slowly opened his eyes, opened his eyelids, and saw a pair of eyes staring at him at a very close distance!

　　 The young man's heart was pinched tightly by an invisible hand, and his heart was filled with fear. The two of them looked at each other, and the distance between their eyes was only five centimeters.

　　 He can conclude that this mercenary was staring at him when he pretended to sleep!

　　 This guy, is there something wrong with his brain!

　　 His Adam's apple moved, and he wanted to talk, but he felt like a stick in his throat, unable to speak.

　　 Just when he felt unable to withstand the mental pressure, Zhou Ming straightened up, walked to the side and sat down on the stool next to him, as if nothing had happened.

　　 "You...what were you doing just now?" The young passenger couldn't help but asked.

　　 And Zhou Ming didn't even look at him, and sat on the ground with his eyes closed.

　　……

　　 As night fell, the sand ghost came again this night, but there was no sandstorm.

　　 The mercenaries of the guards were sitting in the carriage like last night, allowing the sand ghosts outside to scratch and climb on the iron shell.

　　The reason why they have to fight the sand ghost at night is because if the sand ghost is left alone, some fragile parts of the truck will be destroyed by the sand ghost.

　　 But after yesterday's sandstorm, all the destructible objects on the truck have been destroyed, and now those broken things have not been updated, so they have no reason to fight these beasts.

　　 Although these monsters have sharp teeth and claws, it is completely impossible to break through the strong and thick iron wall, so it is safe to stay in the carriage.

　　 "Don't worry, everyone, it's all small problems! We have enough food, we can set off tomorrow, everyone goes to bed early, and we have to hurry during the day tomorrow!"

　　 The guide and the driver comforted the passengers and gave everyone cotton earplugs to let everyone go to bed early.

There are a lot less people who are emotionally out of control than yesterday~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But the weird atmosphere is still permeating the whole car. Zhou Ming squatted in the corner and observed the people around him, and found that except for most of the uneasy people, that day The man spied by him was in a daze with an uneasy expression on his face.

　　 His worries seem to be different from those of others.

　　……

　　 Early the next morning, the mercenaries changed new tires, and after repairing the cab, the convoy set off again.

In order to prepare for the night's vigil, half of the guards went to sleep in the car in advance, while the other half sat on the roof of the car and talked in a daze just like entering the stone hill on the first day.

The guide has been looking at the surrounding environment, holding the map tightly in his hand, and constantly observing the surrounding boulders and sand dunes. The convoy walked all morning. There were three guides in ten vehicles, and none of them saw a familiar shape. Shi, driving all morning is nothing like busy work.

　　 There is more or less a trace of anxiety on everyone's faces, and it can be felt that the mentality of the mercenaries is also subtly affected by this stone mound.

Zhou Ming cast his gaze to Wang Siyan. Wang Siyan, wearing a umbilical vest, was lying on the very edge of the car roof, with two long legs crossed on the railing of the car roof, his rifle resting on his belly, his eyes staring directly at the top of his head. Blue sky in a daze.

　　 People who know think she is in a daze, people who don’t know think she is sunbathing.

　　 "Is the gun hot on my stomach?" Zhou Ming asked.

　　 Wang Siyan turned his head to look at Zhou Ming, and blinked: "It's okay."

　　 "I think you have been in a daze lately, what are you thinking about?"

Hearing these words, Wang Siyan squinted his eyes like a fox, sat upright and crawled to Zhou Ming, put his mouth in his ear and said mysteriously: "I'm thinking, how does the person who wants to kill you know we want Came to Sanyang Village?"