Chapter 227: The Seven Devils of the Desert(1/2)
Dusk, desert.
This is a vast desert with golden sand flying, and you can't see it at first glance. It's even more hot, and the air seems to have deformed.
At dusk, a pair of people slowly walked in the desert.
This is a caravan, with about 30 people carrying porcelain, silk and other items from the Central Plains. They went to the Golden Wheel Kingdom to exchange for more rare pearls and jewelry.
The leader was a young man. The young man had dark skin, chapped lips, and some rags on his body, looking extremely down-and-out.
But no one expected that a month ago, this young man was Zhang Qing, a famous noble son in the south of the Yangtze River.
Zhang Qing was born in a family of tycoons. He was ambitious and did not care about wine and sex. He was determined to be fame and honorable, and glorious.
But the family fell into a catastrophe that swept across the martial arts world, and even their parents lost their lives. The burden of revitalizing the family fell on him.
And right in front of you is the last business of the family. If it succeeds, there is still room for a turnaround. But if it fails, the entire family will fall into the abyss.
Zhang Qing wiped the sweat from his forehead. Although it was dusk, it was still so hot that he wanted to take off all his clothes.
But it won't take long to go away the heat, and then there is a biting chill. The wind blows on the face, like a knife, and the cut skin hurts.
"This damn desert is so fucking hot."
The gentle scholar who was as gentle as jade back then has now learned to swear. It is also these swear words that have brought him closer to the rest of the team.
Zhang Qing looked up again at the huge fireball hanging in the air that was about to fall, and murmured: "The sun in the desert is really annoying."
In fact, Zhang Qing was not the kind of rich family who was lustful and lustful, nor was he a nerd who stayed at home and read all day long.
He has also traveled to the Central Plains and seen all kinds of suns. Some are as gentle as virgin beauties, some are as strong as big beards, some are brilliant and colorful, and some are as misty as dust...
But he had never seen such a sun.
Although it is the same sun, when the sun reaches the desert, it suddenly becomes cruel and poisonous.
It was like burning the entire desert, as if it was about to evaporate the water in the human body and die of thirst.
But at night, it was so cold that even the bone marrow was about to freeze. A few days ago, the caravan accidentally froze to death.
Day and night are two extremes.
This damn desert.
"Boss, come and see, what is this?"
Suddenly someone shouted in front of him, with a look of surprise in his tone, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.
Zhang Qing hurried forward. This caravan was the last capital for the Zhang family to turn over, and there was no need to suffer any loss.
At the same time as him, there was an elderly man called Mutu, who was the guide of the caravan entering the desert.
The old man is already in his seventies and has long stopped doing a guide business. If Zhang Qing's father had not given great kindness to Mutu's tribe before, he would not have invited this old man.
The wooden support has white hair and a ravine face, and often doesn't speak all day long, just smoking a dry tobacco.
Although he rarely speaks, he is very proficient in the language of the desert, no matter which country or tribe, and speaks naturally and fluently, just like the natives there.
He is not only proficient in the language of various tribes in the desert, but also proficient in the "language" of camels. He knows everything about camels.
And what he wants a camel to do, those beasts will be obedient.
In addition, the wooden pedestal has 52 experiences crossing the desert, and has almost never made any mistakes.
He knew everything strange in this desert clearly. Any danger could be avoided under his prompt.
This time the caravan was so smooth that the wooden support could account for a large part of the credit.
But Mutuo, known as "Desert Knows Everything", was also a little stunned at this time because the item in front of him was something he had never seen in his life.
This is a ball, Mojo is larger than a person's head, with complex patterns on it, emitting a layer of light.
It floats in the air, giving people a strong sense of oppression, as if it is not a ball, but a great sun shining in the sky, and a bright moon that spreads to the sky and the earth.
It is a combination of the ultimate yin and yang, and is a perfect concrete manifestation.
You can look up, worship, but you cannot touch or desecrate.
"Old man, do you know what this is?" The guard next to him widened his eyes and stammered in his speech. Facing the ball, he almost knelt down.
Mutuo's eyes were solemn in vicissitudes. He looked at the ball carefully for a while and said slowly: "I don't know, I have lived in the desert for decades and have never heard of such things."
"We... take a detour and don't touch "it."
Zhang Qing gritted his teeth. This round of balls may be treasures, or priceless, but it may also be an unknown disaster, which will pull the Zhao family, which had already fallen into the trough, into the abyss.
He dared not take risks.
Mutuo nodded, walking in the desert is still safe.
This ball is too strange, so it is better not to get it contaminated.
"I understand, young master, I'll inform others now." A guard in the caravan turned around and was about to inform others.
"Wait a minute." The young leader Zhang Qing suddenly spoke, but his voice was filled with panic without realizing it, and cold sweat oozed out of his forehead.
"What's wrong?" the guard said in confusion, and couldn't help but look at Zhang Qing for a few more times.
This young master is a scholar, but he does not have the kind of corrupt and weak spirit. Instead, he has a general style. Even though the family suffered heavy damage, he did not show too much emotional fluctuation and was very steady.
In the words of those storytellers, it is: be calm when facing major events.
But at this moment, his voice was frightened, his forehead was sweating, and even his body was trembling slightly. What terrible thing was he thinking about? He was so disobedient.
Zhang Qing took a few long breaths and his emotions finally returned to normal. He gritted his teeth and said solemnly: "Let someone free up a camel, find another box, and put this... "Divine Wheel" up."
"You are the leader. This thing has unknown origin and may cause disasters. It is best not to touch it." Mutu said solemnly.
Zhang Qing would often think carefully about Mutuo’s suggestions in the past and then make a decision.
Of course, most of the time, Zhang Qing would agree with Mutuo's suggestions.
But at this moment, Zhang Qing shook his hand and said, "Old man, I have decided, take it with me."
This is Zhang Qing's caravan. If the other party doesn't listen, Mutu will not insist.
Moreover, after these days, Mutuo also understood that Zhang Qing was a cautious and steady person. He brought this thing with him naturally had a unique meaning. Thinking of this, Mutuo couldn't help asking: "You are the leader, can you know this thing?"
Zhang Qing said, "I don't know." After that, he turned around and said, "Take it up, let's go for a while and prepare to rest."
"Yes, the boss is the youngest."
In fact, Zhang Qing did not know what this thing was. He did not want to bring it with him, even if it was worth a lot.
The reason why he made this strange move was that a misty voice echoed in his mind just now.
"Take me away."
This sound rang out of thin air, without any emotion, not like human voice, but like a sound made by gods and demons above the Nine Heavens.
There was an indescribable majesty that spread out, as if the emperor's edict was not tolerated.
If you dare to question or object, you will immediately confiscate your family and exterminate your family, and you will die without any corpses.
He had to take the ball away.
"I don't know whether it's a blessing or a disaster." Zhang Qing shook his head and thought to himself: "But you must not make any mistakes."
...
Zhang Qing and the others were lucky. Soon after, they found a small oasis and camped among the oasis at night.
"Everyone have a good rest, we will continue to rush tomorrow."
After eating dry food, Zhang Qing stood up and asked the caravan members to rest earlier. He also ordered two of his confidants to check around to see if there were any missing.
Soon, the examiner's confidant came back.
"You are the leader of the family, there is no mistake on this side, everything is as usual." One of them replied.
"I don't have it here either...ah... Look, the boat, there is a boat flying over in the sky!"
The second subordinate was reporting the situation, and suddenly his expression changed, his expression was horrified, as if he had seen the most incredible thing in the world. He pointed at the back of Zhang Qing and shouted: "There is really a ship, please look at it?"
Desert? Boats? Still flying in the sky?
This guy is afraid that he has a fever in his head.
Zhang Qing shook his head, but his expression changed immediately, and he remembered a terrible desert legend. He hurriedly looked back.
Sure enough, a ship in the sky flew towards the place where the oasis was.
"No, it's the flying ship. The "Seven Desert Evil Gods" are here. Come and ask everyone to prepare." Zhang Qing shouted quickly, with an unprecedented panic.
When the merchant ship owners rushed out of the tent, the ship in the sky had already flown down and was moored in front of everyone.
Someone in the caravan wiped his eyes. In this terrifying and mysterious desert, no matter what amazing things happened, they would not be surprised, but they would never dream of seeing a boat.
This is already the center of the desert, where did the ship come from?
Some people did their homework in advance to learn about strange stories in the desert. At this time, their faces changed drastically and were shocked, and they recalled two words at the same time in their minds.
Flying ship!
The Seven Evil Gods of Desert!!
To be continued...