The Road to Slaying God

Zhang Yang didn't want to stay in the desert for one more minute. When the rescue helicopter arrived, with Arman's accommodation, the helicopter immediately sent Zhang Yang and the others to a nearby city, while Arman stayed in the desert, letting A helicopter sent several car maintenance personnel. In fact, the truck only had a small circuit problem. It was a rare problem that Arman also encountered. They were unlucky.

Of course, the truck's glass also had to be restored. They didn't want to have no place to hide when they encountered wolves again...

Arman's expedition in the desert was not mentioned. When they were in the United States, Zhang Yang and Arman met again, and many unexpected stories happened.

Zhang Yang and the others were sent by helicopter to the TRT closest to the desert. At this place, they contacted the rental car by phone, and after depositing a sum of money into his account, the three of them felt at ease. After all, the taxi driver was very kind, and Zhang Yang didn't want to leave a bad impression on the people of Xinjiang Province, so it was natural to pay the fare.

Of course, they didn't know that the driver was too scared to go out for several months after the shootout. In the days after the shootout, he was interrogated almost every day until it was confirmed that he had nothing to do with the [***] elements. He was released only after the dispute...

"***, I can finally change into warm clothes, holy shit!" Liu Biao tugged on his clothes and cursed. In this cold winter, no matter how good he is, his body is still cold.

"Haha, let's go!"

Zhang Yang glanced at Liu Biao with a smile. Liu Biao's tall figure was wearing a sheepskin jacket, a white round hat on his head, and a dagger stuck in his waist. He looked exactly like a Uyghur herdsman.

The three of them came out of the desert, their clothes were in tatters. After they came out to buy clothes, they found that it was difficult to buy suitable clothes in this border town, so the three of them had to buy some ethnic costumes with strong local characteristics. .

To Zhang Yang's relief, neither Liu Biao nor Aze's backpacks fell. The only thing that fell was his backpack.

Of course, even if the three of them have nothing, there is no need to worry, because the three of them are now covered in gold items, and buying them casually is enough for them to sneak into Yanjing.

Although they were warm in these clothes, Zhang Yang and Aze always felt awkward. On the contrary, Aze was originally from Xinjiang Province and looked very natural. No matter how he walked or talked, he was no different from the locals.

It was precisely because of Aze that Zhang Yang and Liu Biao didn't make some jokes, and they didn't shout for a plate of braised pork head when they went to the restaurant...

The three of them didn't rent a car and took short-distance buses and changed buses all the way. This was Zhang Yang's idea. Aze and Liu Biao didn't understand why Zhang Yang had to be so complicated. However, Zhang Yang insisted and the two of them didn't bother to care about it and just treated it as a trip.

Along the way, Zhang Yang rarely spoke. He quietly observed the customs and customs of this place and experienced the simplicity of the people here.

They drank apple leaf tea, red willow leaf tea, "Kashangcai" herbal tea, "Butorg" tea, and also used herbal tea to make milk tea. These teas added a sad touch to China's tea culture. Because, in many places, drinking these teas is really helpless. Of course, things have improved now, and drinking these teas has become a kind of nostalgia.

They have a special liking for bazaars (markets). The bazaars here do not have the scale and momentum of the markets in the mainland, nor the luxury and style of the markets in the mainland. However, the charming Western Region Market has its own charm. It is like a social science textbook with unique taste, containing precious and tried-and-tested social truths. It is also like a vast and vast historical river of different shades, which has derived too many economic events and human joys and sorrows...

Bazaar is a mystery. Zhang Yang believes that to understand the people of Xinjiang Province, you must understand Bazaar. Get closer and understand more. Although it is impossible to understand the real life of people in Xinjiang Province, it is not in vain that the "Bazaar Kingdom" of Xinjiang Province is "It's a beautiful place.

Prices here are horribly low. A sheepskin coat may cost tens of yuan, and a finely crafted work of art may be half sold and half given away. A Ze feels it's nothing, but Zhang Yang and Liu Biao seem to be Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden.

Before they had even walked 200 kilometers, Liu Biao's flamboyant hands, waist, and neck were already covered with gadgets. If Aze hadn't stopped him, the two of them probably wouldn't be able to carry them back now...

This is a huge bazaar, and several people have been hanging around here for most of the day.

"Aze, I never thought that in Xinjiang, a place where women don't lay eggs and birds don't poop, there are so many good things!" Liu Biao was walking among the crowd, holding a pair of finely crafted silver jewelry in his hand. , this was handmade, and Liu Biao planned to use this thing to deceive Miss Xiao Qing's virginity.

Aze glanced at Liu Biao, too lazy to talk nonsense to this rough guy. The best way to deal with people like Liu Biao is to ignore him, and what Liu Biao fears most is that others ignore him.

"Haha, Aze, the market here looks strange. It seems to be unplanned and a bit chaotic. However, the atmosphere is very good." Zhang Yang smiled.

"The bazaars here are not innate. The bazaars in many places are the improvisations of some civilians. Most people in Xinjiang Province are generous, open-minded and cheerful, and often gather together to join in the fun. Wherever there are many people and excitement, there will be Bazaar. Originally there was no bazaar in the ancient desert. At first, there were only one or two people, and three or five people set up stalls somewhere. Some stalls actually only had one piece of felt, but gradually, I became fond of bazaar. People come here after hearing the wind, and over time, the number of stalls gradually increases, they are arranged in rows, and gain momentum. In this way, a market is formed... Most of the thousands of bazaars spread across urban and rural areas in southern Xinjiang Province were born this way... ..." Aze's explanation was very detailed. It seemed that whenever matters related to Xinjiang Province, Aze was very patient.

"Haha, this place is much more interesting than some fairs in the mainland. When you get married, you will have to bring your wife and children here for shopping..." Liu Biao laughed.

A Ze and Zhang Yang both glanced at Liu Biao and said nothing.

"Hey, hey, what are you looking for?" Liu Biao asked dissatisfied.

"No!" Aze strode forward, with Zhang Yang following closely behind.

"I'm not trying to save money, I just feel the atmosphere here is good..."

"Really?"

"...It's true...I'm really not saving money..." Liu Biao said weakly, a little lacking in confidence.

"Did we say you were saving money?"

"..."

Liu Biao looked at the two figures from behind with a dull look on his face. He couldn't help but feel depressed and vomited blood. He just wanted to save a little money! Do you need that kind of expression and attitude of contempt?

Suddenly, Liu Biao felt a hard guy pressing against his waist.

"Hey... you bumped into me..." Looking back, Liu Biao shut up immediately, because there were at least three pistols pointed at him, and the black muzzles exuded a dark metallic luster.

Three middle-aged men, these are definitely three experienced killer-level figures. It can be seen from their expressions and actions that their psychological quality is particularly high. In broad daylight, thousands of people He picked up a gun in the market without any panic expression.

"Go forward, walk slowly, don't try to resist, there are three of us, keep a safe distance from you, you can't kill three of us at the same time, of course, the most important thing is, even if you kill us Three, you have to die, because there are still a few of our people among these people going to the market. As long as you make the slightest move, they will shoot without hesitation... Well, yes, that's it, with a slight handle. Lift a little, stretch a little..."

Liu Biao looked at the back in front of him with a sad face. He wanted to kill someone now, but he was more afraid of being killed himself, so he had to follow Zhang Yang and Aze slowly as instructed.

Now, Liu Biao's movements were a bit strange. He was holding the set of silver jewelry in his hand, as if he was admiring it carefully and savoring it slowly. However, the expression on his face was not happy at all, as if he had bought a pair of fake jewelry...

"Sir, someone asked me to give you a letter." A little girl about ten years old suddenly blocked Zhang Yang's path, holding a folded white paper in her hand.

"..."

Zhang Yang and Aze were suddenly shocked. They looked at each other and then looked at the little girl. The little girl had a timid expression on her face. She spoke Mandarin and her pronunciation was not standard.

"Give it to me!" Zhang Yang felt that the little girl was not in danger, the little silver fox on his body did not send out any warning signs, and his sixth sense was not in danger either.

"..." The little girl held the letter tightly and said nothing. Finally, with a red face, she mustered up the courage to say: "The person who gave me the letter said that you would give me ten yuan as reward..." The girl As soon as he finished speaking, his neck and face turned red, looking shy.

…

Zhang Yang was speechless and took out ten yuan from his body and handed it to the little girl. After the girl took the money, she immediately gave the note to Zhang Yang and then disappeared into the vast sea of ​​people.

Zhang Yang opened the note and looked at it, and immediately his body stiffened.

(To be continued)