"You brat? Are you going to stop saving people?"

"He is dead. We can't save him. The Sand Devil is definitely not far away. Master, believe me, we can't defeat the Sand Devil. He is a demon in the desert!" Arslan handed over the small USB flash drive in his hand.

To Wushuang.

"What's this?"

"The man just gave it to me. He asked us to take it out." It's almost October, but Arslan is covered in cold sweat.

The off-road vehicle drove forward for about three or four kilometers, and the two found several more corpses in front of them. These corpses were in pieces. Judging from the marks left on the wounds, they were all bite marks left by the Sand Demon. There were several more bodies nearby.

A camel and two tents, scattered with many adventure equipment.

"Stop." Wushuang ordered.

"Master! No! For our safety, we must leave here quickly. You have never seen the power of the Sand Demon. This kind of thing cannot be killed!"

"If I tell you to stop, just stop for me, no matter what kind of monster it is!" Wushuang ignored Arslan's obstruction and directly pulled up his arm. The off-road vehicle braked and spun several times in the desert before stopping.

Come down.

"Master, you can't go down, it's too dangerous!"

"Stay in the car and don't get off without me." Wushuang's blood is filled with the wild talent of the Hai family. He is a prodigy in outdoor exploration. Not to mention the Sand Demon, he is not afraid of even Shurashas.

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There were six people in this group, and none of them had any vital signs. Wu Shuang found symbols in their clothes. This group of people came from a spontaneously formed civilian archaeological organization. There were many celebrities in the archaeological field and TV reporters.

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The expedition team left a lot of equipment in the desert, but these equipment were of little use to Wushuang, except for a laptop.

The desert is not a scary place. There are no monsters like the Sand Demon in so many deserts around the world. In the summer, the temperature in the hot sand can even bake an egg in minutes. Wu Shuang doesn't believe it.

What kind of creature can survive in such high temperatures? Look at the tentacles of that guy just now with very smooth skin and small suckers. It must be a mollusk. Molluscs cannot live in the desert.

"Arslan, do monsters like this often appear in the desert and harm people?"

"I don't know, it is a legendary monster. It is said that it serves the Shurashas." Arslan recalled.

"Oh." Wushuang responded and picked up a laptop left in the expedition team's tent. He did not bring a computer this time. The struggling expedition team member just handed Arslan the USB flash drive. I believe that

It must be recording some unknown secrets they discovered in the desert this time.

"Damn it!" he swore. The laptop was out of power and couldn't be turned on at all. The information in the USB flash drive was very important and might be related to the legend of Shurasha.

"How far is the nearest camp from our place?"

"Master, we have now entered the depths of the desert. If you want to find power, you must go to a town or the tour group's base. Either go south to Jiuquan, or go back to the Muslim town, or go north to the Mongolians on the Sino-Mongolian border.

pasture."

"Which direction is closest to here?"

"The pasture, but... I'm afraid we have to cross the national border. The border outside Mongolia is not very safe recently, and horse bandits often appear."

"It doesn't matter, the Mongolian horse bandits are all a mob. Arslan, mark our current location on the navigator so that we can come back and search for it in the future. Let's go to the Sino-Mongolian border you mentioned."

As mentioned in the previous article, the situation near the Bagan Jilin Desert has been very turbulent recently. I don’t know if it is because of such a special visitor. The Outer Mongolian horse bandits frequently rush into our border to harass us, and often cross the Bagan

The Jilin desert is looking for lost travelers. In this regard, the police do not dare to interfere at all, and can only persuade nearby herdsmen and fellow villagers to retreat to the mainland. If the treatment is slightly intensified, it will trigger war between the two countries.

Usually when encountering such problems along the border, the government would ask local forces to help coordinate. However, recently there have been more and more conflicts that require coordination, and unexpectedly more East Turkestan elements have joined. The two sides even occasionally

There will also be occasional fire fights in the desert. At this special time, only the madman Wushuang dares to go deep into Bagan Jilin.

The off-road vehicle traveled northward in the desert for seven hours, and finally saw the end of the desert, which was a desolate Gobi Desert. The Gobi Desert was dotted with many simple wooden houses left by herdsmen, and behind it was an endless expanse of vast land.

grassland.

It was getting dark, and before they knew it, the two of them had been marching continuously in the desert for a day. Not only were they exhausted, but the fuel tank was also about to bottom out.

"Master, we can't leave anymore. The Gobi Desert in front of us is the national border. We can't cross it rashly," Arslan said.

"Didn't you say there should be someone here? But why don't you see any lights in these wooden houses?" Wushuang asked.

"Horse bandits are frequently harassing them. Maybe the herdsmen here have moved here. We have to be careful tonight." Arslan drove slowly into the herdsmen's stronghold.

There are only more than thirty wooden houses in this stronghold. It is impossible to say whether the herdsmen are Chinese or Mongolian. They often cross the border between the two countries and occasionally bring some trade goods for trading, but most of the things they sell are nothing.

Good stuff. It is said that a large part of Mr. Yun’s illegal stuff is smuggled from across the border.

The stronghold was very quiet, lifeless, as if all life had been visited by death. The furnishings in the house were still the same, with a lot of simple furniture and electrical appliances. Even the electricity was always on. It didn't look like it was being attacked by horse bandits.

The predicament of invasion.

"Go and look for it. There are usually barrels of gasoline in small villages like this, and they will sell it to traveling friends at a high price."

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"Don't go too far, call me if you need anything." This quiet little stronghold aroused Wushuang's vigilance. Everything here seemed to be brewing a conspiracy.

Wushuang kicked the door open and walked into a wooden house. In this kind of place, a layer of sand would pile up on the floor if no one cleans it for a day. Wushuang scattered the sand on the bed, then turned on the TV and lay on his back.

Most of the programs he received were from satellite signals from Outer Mongolia, and he just listened to them to relieve his boredom.

Under the bed was a box of liquor. The owner of the house was probably a Mongolian man with a rough personality. Mongolians are famous for their enjoyment of drinking, and they were not inferior to the Russians. Wushuang took out a bottle of wine and bit open the bottle cap, gulping, gulping.
Chapter completed!