I originally thought that Amy should be pulled back by her mother and scolded, but she was already in such a mess, and none of the relatives who got along well with her rushed forward to stop her. Not only that, they even covered their mouths and laughed.

Infinitely. Even Arslan in the cab.

Seeing everyone so happy, he, a grown man, couldn't help but get angry, so he had no choice but to get into the car, lock the door, and urge Arslan to drive quickly.

The off-road vehicle started, and Amy kept chasing her sweetheart and slapping the car window. In addition to the happy laughter, there were also tears of reluctance on her little face.

"Ara...I'm waiting for you to come back...I'm waiting for you..." Amy's sweet voice echoed in the desert.

"Madman, madman!" Wushuang opened his pants, and the wound on his thigh was oozing with pus. This little girl's attack was too ruthless. Isn't this repaying kindness with revenge?

"Haha..." Arslan smiled and shook his head, continuing to drive without explaining to Wushuang this unique custom of their Muslims.

"You're laughing at me, you brat, take out the medicine box quickly! It's such a hot day, you'll get inflamed if you don't apply medicine!" Wushuang patted Arslan on the head.

"The master should feel happy."

"What do you mean? I was beaten, I have to thank her?"

"The owner doesn't know. This is our local custom."

Wushuang took out the ointment and rubbed it on the wound, grimacing in pain. "That's bullshit local customs, let Amy give you a slap and try it?"

“Master, have you ever heard of our Xinjiang folk song ‘In That Faraway Place’?”

"I've heard of it." Wushuang hummed a few words.

"There is a lyric in it: I hope she will keep hitting me lightly with a thin whip. This song praises love. We Xinjiang girls will only beat the boy with a whip after meeting the boy they are attracted to.

The harder you pump, the more love you have." Arslan explained to him.

"Isn't it? It seems that I have to ask Wang Laodao to give me a divination when I get back. This year, it seems that I will have a bad luck. But next time, I won't dare to mess with Xinjiang's bad luck. She will slap people!"

In the car, a master and a servant looked at each other and laughed.

After the off-road vehicle passed through the Death Sand Pass, it truly entered the heart of the desert. There was no greenery here, and there was rolling yellow sand everywhere. Wushuang leaned on the seat and took a nap with his shoulders folded. Occasionally, he drove over a sand dune and took a nap.

When it got bumpy, he changed positions again.

"Master, master! Wake up." Arslan called to him.

"Arrived in Xinjiang so soon?"

"No, someone is calling for help from the front!"

Wushuang opened his eyes and asked Arslan to slow down. About a kilometer in front of the car, he vaguely saw a traveler in outdoor clothing lying on the sand and crawling desperately towards their car. He kept shouting, but

Perhaps because of his physical weakness, his voice was very weak and was completely swallowed up by the sand and wind, making it impossible to hear clearly.

"Should we save him?" Arslan asked.

"Nonsense! That's a human life! Can't we save it? Drive over and see if he is short of water. Anyway, we have a lot of things with us."

"Master, it is dangerous to do this in the desert."

"What danger is there? Why? He can still be a goblin who has transformed into a human form?" Wushuang asked Arslan in confusion.

Arslan told him that the Bagan Jaran Desert is also known as the Desert of Death. It has been full of bones since ancient times, leaving many horrifying legends. The locals who traveled through the desert summarized many taboos from it. One of them is not saving people.

A lonely lost traveler.

"Why?"

"Think about it, everyone knows that the Bagan Jaran Desert is a desert of death. How could someone hike into the desert alone to explore? The old people say this is a bait sent by the devil."

"Don't do this, who is the master between us?"

"It's you."

"Then stop talking nonsense and go rescue people!"

Arslan drove the car and stopped in front of the lost traveler. Wu Shuang opened the door and wanted to go out and take a look, but was stopped by Arslan. He patted his chest, meaning to let me go.

Arslan jumped out of the car and helped the man: "What's wrong with you? How can I help you?"

"Monster...monster..." The man pointed behind him and shouted in horror.

Arslan turned around and saw a trail of blood on the sand where the man was crawling. His thigh was bitten to pieces by a ferocious monster. But he did not see the so-called monster.

shadow.

"You'll be fine, don't worry, God bless you!" Arslan held the injured man in his hands and planned to put him in the car for a little bandage, and then rush him to the nearest hospital for treatment.

But the man's condition was obviously not optimistic. His body had begun to feel cold and he was very heavy. As soon as Arslan lifted him up from the ground, he was pressed down by his weight. As the saying goes, "dead"

"Shen, Shen, Shen" means that after death, a person's weight will become much heavier than when he was alive.

Arslan turned to Wushuang and shook his head.

"Take... help me... take... take... out..." The traveler weakly took out a USB flash drive from his pocket and handed it to Arslan.

Wushuang is extremely alert. What Arslan just said is not unreasonable. Where did he come from as a solitary traveler in the desert? And seeing that his leg was bitten with bloody flesh by a mysterious creature, how could that guy let go of his prey so easily? It was obviously him.

He wanted to use him to catch bigger prey. Wushuang took out his pocket Browning from the hidden compartment of his boots and waited for the guy to appear.

Suddenly, Arslan felt a huge force pushing upwards in the sand under his feet. This kid grew up here and had a strong sense of self-protection. Before Wushuang called him, he jumped back.

In the car.

Then an orange-yellow tentacle stretched out from the sand and suddenly grabbed the dying traveler's ankle.

"Damn it! I've been waiting for you for a long time!" There was a loud bang, Wushuang pulled the trigger, and the bullet accurately hit the tentacle. The guy below felt pain and shrank back, leaving a trail of water on the sand.

Thick liquid.

Arslan was in shock, sitting in the cab and breathing heavily. Wushuang handed him a cigarette to calm his shock. The boy didn't know how to smoke, so he barely took two puffs, which made him cough dryly, and then he recovered.

.

"What is that?" Wushuang asked him.

"Yes...it's the Sand Devil!"

"Sand Devil? Why haven't I heard of it? Is it an animal?"

"Master, let's go first and I'll explain to you later." Arslan ignored the injured man next to the car and rushed out with a foot of the accelerator. He was afraid that if he walked too slowly, he would end up like him. The Sand Devil was in Pakistan.
Chapter completed!