Wu Shuang disagrees, he is the leader of Bei Mei Touching Gold, who can do anything to him!

"As for what? A girl's beauty needs to be shown? What's the point?"

"Shh... keep your voice down, keep your voice down, stop talking. If others hear this, you will be in trouble. Do you want to marry her?"

Wushuang was stunned, his head shaking like a rattle.

The two of them were walking and chatting because of the issue of Muslim faith. They were having a good time chatting, but Wu Shuang was walking without paying much attention. When passing a room, the guest who was about to come out pushed the door open and hit his head.

"Ouch...don't you have eyes?" He covered his forehead in pain and wanted to curse, but unexpectedly, he raised his head and closed his mouth tightly again.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." There was a beautiful Han girl living in the room, and the girl quickly apologized. She knew this girl, she was actually Li Xinhan!

Wushuang was wearing a hood and sunglasses. Li Xinhan could not recognize him, but she turned her head to observe curiously because Wushuang's voice sounded familiar to her.

He deliberately pinched his throat and pretended to have a northern and southern accent: "Be careful next time!"

Wushuang pushed Arslan back to the room and closed the door, and then peeped through the peephole to see if Li Xinhan had followed. Li Xinhan was a simple girl with no intentions. Although she thought the voice was familiar, Wushuang still kept her in the dark.

"When did this girl move in?" Wushuang asked Arslan.

"Master, do you recognize her? She has been living here for about a month. She seems to be waiting for someone."

"Holy shit, let's go, let's go. I don't want to see her. Are there any other hotels in town?" It's not that Li Xinhan is sorry for him, or that he has any evil intentions towards the girl. He even thinks that Li Xinhan is beautiful. He has to admit that Li Xinhan's body is beautiful.

The girlish aura she exudes is far more charming than his sister-in-law. But he can't see Li Xinhan. They are opposites. Li Xinhan is too simple. Last time, he vaguely felt that the girl was attracted to her. He can't cause trouble for her.

I don't want to cause trouble for myself either.

"Master, you are so merciful! She is very kind. She even invited me to dinner a few days ago to ask for Uyghur lessons." Although Arslan is young, he has also reached the ignorant stage of youth. What boy would face Li Xinhan?

Such a beautiful woman can't control her selfish desires!

Wushuang patted his forehead and shouted: "Save it! Stop talking nonsense. Have you discovered anything recently?"

The two sat down, and the Uighur boy began to tell his master what he had seen and heard in the Bagan Jilin Desert in the past few months.

The culture left by the Dark Khanate has been forgotten by most people, but legends about the Dark Khanate can still be heard from the mouths of many local elders. The most bizarre one is the belief of the Darkhan people. Their beliefs are similar to

Today's Muslims are very similar and belong to a branch of Islam, but their god is not a prophet, but a god called Shuraksha.

Shuraksha is their almighty god. There are different opinions about its appearance. Some people say that Shuraksha is the god of death in Islam, while others say that Shuraksha is the messenger of the Immortal God. However, what the old people say is that it once made the Dark Khanate in the desert.

It thrives and thrives like a star in the desert.

But Shuraksha is an out-and-out evil god. It is said that in ancient times, the Darkhan people held a large-scale sacrificial event every year. The sacrifice they gave to the evil god turned out to be a living girl. During the sacrifice, the girl was naked and kneeling.

In front of the statue of Shuraksha, the tribe's high priest personally cuts off the girl's aorta, and finally, the girl's blood will magically flow into the statue.

"The remains of the altar you went to last night were one of them?"

"Yes, Master. There are a large number of bones buried in the yellow sand under the altar."

"Is there any explanation for the mystery of the disappearance of Darkhan Palace?" he asked.

"It has something to do with a siege by the Manchus, but what I heard is very fragmentary and cannot be pieced together. Some people say that it was Shurasha who made the entire Darkhan Palace leave this world in order to allow believers to avoid the massacre by the Manchus.

Went to heaven with him. The former Darkhan Palace was located where Death Sand Pass is now."

"I know this. I almost died at Death Sand Pass last time. It seems we have to go there again. Are you afraid?" Wushuang smiled and patted his thin shoulder.

Arslan was very loyal. He shook his head: "As long as the master does not dislike you, Arslan is willing to follow you forever."

Wushuang had been driving for a day, but his stomach was not what he wanted, and he kept grumbling. "I'm hungry. You haven't had breakfast yet? Shouldn't you, a Muslim, take me to try the snacks from your hometown? I'm a gourmet."

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The Uyghur people's breakfast is very monotonous. It usually consists of ordinary soup noodle slices with an egg, or milk tea pouches and some ordinary pastries.

This is indeed a bit harsh for a gourmet like him. He is used to the Manchu-Han banquet at home, where he is usually served large amounts of fish and meat, and enjoys everything. Of course, there are other travelers who are treated the same as him.

Some of them have prepared instant noodles in advance.

At this time, there was a noise from a shop opposite, and the shopkeeper seemed very annoyed. He and his waiter drove a customer out with a kitchen knife, and continued to curse.

The embarrassed guest was Li Xinhan. Li Xinhan couldn't understand what they were saying, so she dodged and ran away. Behind her, three or four Muslims were shouting curses.

"What's wrong with her? Aren't you Uighurs very hospitable?" Wushuang asked.

Arslan understood the words of the owner of the restaurant opposite and told Wushuang that the girl had eaten the ham sausage in the store, but the ham sausage contained pork, which is taboo among Muslims and an insult to the Uyghurs.

"Arslan, save her quickly! She is my friend, she didn't mean to do it."

Arslan is a smart boy, especially after staying in the Mongolian area for several years, the traditional concepts of his own nation are no longer so strong, and the master's words are imperial edicts.

He rushed forward and stopped in the middle, arguing with those people in Uyghur. At first, those people were unmoved and still pointed at Li Xinhan and cursed. Later, Arslan pointed at Li Xinhan's head.

Not sure what they said, those people glared at Li Xinhan and turned around and went back.

Wushuang quickly pulled Li Xinhan, who was in a daze, over and hid in an alley.

"Are you stupid? Don't you know Kung Fu? Why are they chasing you so awkwardly?"

"Are you...?" Wushuang was wearing a mask and sunglasses. Li Xinhan felt that the voice was familiar, but she couldn't recognize him and looked at him blankly.
Chapter completed!