The towns on the sandbank are made of accumulated loess. Due to the perennial sandstorms, building a city here will definitely require a very strong defensive barrier.
When the large army of Baili Wenrou and others approached this huge town on the yellow sand, they actually had the illusion of a mirage.
Where he looked, he saw a broad brown city located in the distance in the desert. The ten-meter-high city was almost unbelievable in such a windy and sandy land.
Near the edge of the city, there are gradually more and more people.
The team of Baili Wenrou and others originally looked less conspicuous.
However, after approaching the crowd, everyone around him couldn't help but look in Baili Wenwen's direction. After all, the strong smell of blood and the head hanging flamboyantly on the side of the mount were really eye-catching.
Everyone has seen big scenes before, but this is the first time they have seen someone enter the sandbank and be so showy? Are you really not afraid of causing trouble?
This sandbank is full of powerful people. Most people who come here will keep a low profile and be cautious. After all, if you are not careful, you will lose your life here.
"What kind of force is this? Why are you so high-profile just after entering the city? I'm afraid you don't know that if you want to walk sideways in this sandbank, you will be taught a lesson later."
"You must have some strength if you dare to be so high-profile, but...there are people outside the world. This is a sandbank. Are you afraid that someone might come to you if you think something is wrong?"
"Never mind it! Just one head is enough to show off one's power. Let's just prepare to watch the show later."
The corners of their mouths couldn't help but twitch. The boss was really serious!
The Shacheng monks guarding the city are all big and thick. They look a bit like mercenaries, not regular guards. Each one of them carries a strong evil spirit and is not weak in strength.
Originally Moying and others were not sure why Baili Wenrou wanted to take off the head of the blood evil leader?
But at this moment, looking at the strange looks in the eyes of those around him and the busy discussions around him, he suddenly understood.
The mercenaries who heard this couldn't help but silently glanced at the head next to Baili Rouwen's legs.
There were quite a lot of questions asked.
Everyone entering the city must register. This may be the only standard rule in Shazhou!
"etc……"
There were quite a few teams entering the city at this time, but it was Baili Wenrou and others who were stopped and asked the most questions.
One of the mercenaries looked up and down at Baili Wenrou and others, then took a look at the head hanging on the side, and then asked in a deep voice: "Register, where are you from and where did you come from.
Does your team have a name? And this head... is it someone killed from the sandbank area?"
"I saw that the team that just passed by simply reported their number and then went in. Why did they get so many questions when they got to our place?" Baili Wenwen raised an eyebrow lightly.
Sure enough, Baili Wenrou and others were stopped when they entered the city.
Don’t you have a clue in your own mind?
This was the first time someone dared to enter Shacheng and brought a human head with them.
"I believe you all know what this sandbank is like. There are countless people from the third-rate and the ninth sect gathered here. If you don't remember clearly, I'm afraid you won't believe it even if you just go in and die." The mercenary sneered.
Baili Wenrou nodded in understanding, then took off the head and threw it on the registration table at the city gate. Then he curled his lips lazily and said with a smile: "Our team is called Wuming, and this head is a gift to your city.