"How dare you talk about thighs? How shameless are you?" Li Xinhan blushed with embarrassment. It was the first time in her life that a man took advantage of her.

Wushuang scratched his head thoughtfully and suddenly realized: "Oh, I know, Winnie the Pooh..."

"Ah!!!! Stinky ****! How dare you say that! I'll beat you to death!!!!"

After driving out of this Muslim town, the big jeep headed north. After driving along the road for about an hour, we officially entered the Bagan Jaran Desert area. In the desert, except for a straight road, the sky is full of flying sand on both sides.

It's as if the whole world has disappeared.

Far away from the hustle and bustle of the city, far away from the noisy phone calls, far away from the intrigues of the business world, far away from the rivers and lakes where hatred is as deep as the sea, Wushuang's heart is once again purified by these grains of sand.

He was leaning on the passenger seat and whistling carelessly. Behind him, Li Xinhan was eating instant noodles and bacon, his little face flushed. The place where the three of them witnessed was the Death Sand Pass. They would not take the wrong path again this time. They had already done it before they came.

The exact coordinates of Death Sand Pass were marked on the navigator.

Wushuang reached out to take out a cigarette from his pocket, then bent his arm, only to find that the sleeve at the top of his wrist had a small tear.

"Ouch, the quality of such expensive clothes is so poor?***!" Wushuang cursed.

"Haha... Master, you have misunderstood. It's not that your clothes are of poor quality, but that they have been tampered with." Arslan looked at the clothes from the driving position and smiled.

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Arslan told him that Muslims are very traditional, especially women, who are comparable to the most conservative nation in the world. Therefore, Muslim women cannot take the initiative to express their love to their beloved lovers. Every Muslim tribal girl sees a man who is attracted to her.

Everyone has a very unique way to express their feelings. There are a few Dungan people scattered in this small town. This is the unique way of expressing love for Dungan girls.

The Dungan tribe belongs to one of the Muslim tribes. Their ancestor is the famous Bai Yanhu. Later, Bai Yanhu's Nian Army uprising failed, and the remaining tribes moved to Central Asia. Only a few remained in small Hui villages in Xinjiang.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look, look, I'll call you a stinky ****, what do you think? This girl has fallen in love with you, right? If she depends on you, you're done." Li Xinhan said sarcastically to him.

"Holy shit, isn't it? You Muslim girls are so casual that you fell in love with me without even seeing my face?" Wushuang has been blessed this year.

Arslan smiled and said: "I don't know if Amy has fallen in love with the master, but you took the initiative to raise someone else's veil, which is taboo among Muslims."

The three of them chatted while walking, but they were no longer as lonely as they were when they traveled alone last time. Arslan also introduced Wushuang to many things about the religion and customs of Muslims. He did as the Romans do, and he didn't want to cause any more trouble.

"Arslan, tell me honestly, have you ever secretly eaten pork in all these years?" Li Xinhan was familiar with this young man and also made fun of him.

"I..." This was a serious religious issue. When Arslan was nervous, he bawled out a bunch of unintelligible Uyghur.

"Speak humanly!" Wushuang patted his head.

"I swear to the Immortal God, I don't have it."

"You Weimin believe in immortality, why are you still swearing to us? You're not bringing it upon yourself, are you? Haha..."

Wu Shuang and Li Xinhan laughed in the car, and their hearty laughter spread throughout the empty night sky in the Bagan Jilin Desert.

The car drove farther and farther, leaving a line of yellow sand in the desert. The road disappeared, and only the boundless sea of ​​sand kept company with the three of them.

"Arslan where are we now?"

"Nuoertu." Nuoertu is a resting point for travelers at the front of the Bagan Jaran Desert, at least five hours' drive from the Death Sand Pass.

"Let's refuel in Nuoertu and take a rest." Wushuang ordered.

This season is the best time to take pictures of desert scenery. Normally, the rest area in Noltu is always full of tourists, and even if you arrive late, you can’t get gas. But when the car blocking their way drove into the rest area of ​​Noltu, there was no one there.

The rest area is not big. There is a two-story building with a gas station and a small supermarket below. Next to it are a dozen simple wooden houses built by locals for tired travelers to rest.

The gas station was brightly lit with no one around, and it was as quiet as hell.

The windows and doors of the gas station were shattered, and there were bloodstains everywhere on the ground. After stopping the car, none of the three people got out of the car, and they all carefully observed the situation around them.

Suddenly, the door of the wooden house was pushed open with a loud click, and a pair of human hands covered with blood stretched out from inside. The three of them were startled, and Arslan turned the engine and was ready to kick the accelerator to escape.

"Don't move, let's take a look." Wushuang rolled down the car window and looked outside.

"Help...Help...Help..." A traveler covered in blood crawled out of the wooden house and called for help. But judging from the sound of his cry for help, the man lost too much blood in shock and didn't have much strength anymore.

Wushuang opened the car door and rushed out with the first aid kit. Li Xinhan and Arslan wanted to follow, but he stopped him. "You guys stay in the car. No one is allowed to get out without my order."

The man had turned into a gourd of blood and was dying. His desire to survive supported him and used his last remaining strength to crawl towards Wushuang. He was shot four or five times in the upper body, but fortunately each bullet did not hit his chest.

This is also the reason why he is still alive today.

Wushuang leaned down to check his wounds. It was so miserable. The bullets had penetrated his chest and left bloody holes. His blood was about to drain out and his face was pale. It was hopeless. This was not a big hospital.

, we cannot perform surgery to stop his bleeding immediately.

"What's going on?" Wushuang asked.

"Terror...terrorists!" He didn't even have the strength to speak.

"Everyone here is dead?"

The man nodded, pointed to the desert to the west and said with the last bit of strength: "He...they are going...over there...escape...you...you...quickly...quickly..." In fact, he

He wanted Wushuang and the others to run away, but he fell down and died before he could utter the last word.

Wushuang turned back and looked in the direction of his finger. There were still two clear lines of tire marks on the asphalt road in the rest area. He believed that this group of people had left not long ago.

Terrorists? This is just a rest area for travelers in the Bagan Jilin Desert. How could it be attacked by terrorists? If they want to achieve something by killing people, then this rest area has no meaning at all. It will not attract the attention of the government.

of attention.
Chapter completed!