Any caravan, caravan, and pedestrian that are robbed by sand robbery has only two roads to go. One is to be taken back to the oasis where the sand robbery lives and then killed, because your final value to them is to use your corpse and blood to use the land of the fertile oasis, so that the oasis can grow more food.

The second is to sell it as a slave. In ancient times, young women could sell it at a good price. Young men were not disabled, the price was not low. As for children and the elderly, they were all used as fertilizer.

Oh, wrong, that was in ancient times, and it is different now. Slavery has long been abolished, and raising a group of slaves in the oasis was too expensive, so the second road was eventually killed as fertilizer.

Therefore, the drivers would resist desperately before. They knew that once they were captured, perhaps the woman Zhang Xiaowan could live a few more days, but her young and strong people with big appetites and strength would have only a dead end.

After the red aperture completely disappeared, the drivers thought they were dead. Who would have thought that suddenly a sandstorm came and drove the sand thief away, making them bulge their eyes and drop their chins. The next thing happened. The sandstorm actually chased the sand thief, forcing the sand thief to stop in the end.

As for the outcome of the sand thieves, it probably won’t be very good. I don’t know what the sandstorm is going on. After moving to the sand thieves’ position, I stopped and simply turned from a tornado similar to a tornado.

Seeing the sand thief being rolled out from his hiding place and going straight into the sky, while the camels of the car were still motionless, the drivers immediately looked strange. Isn't it because there is a god to bless us?

After this sentence was spoken by a young driver who had been abroad for the first time, the drivers immediately took action. Those who were looking for fruits were not incense and candles? It was easy to say, so I just opened a pack of cigarettes and lit them. It was just a scent. I thought it would be a god. I guess it would understand. This is a desert.

It should be said that the least superstitious people should have drivers, while the most superstitious people still have drivers.

Haven't you seen that most cars have decorations or Buddha statues that bless peace, etc., or the drivers have a safety talisman in their bags, while some drivers are rushing around and do not believe in the cycle of nature and the theory of cause and effect.

Just when the drivers were busy, Zhang Xiaowan, who was still crying, screamed, which made the drivers think that some sand stolen came. Unexpectedly, when they saw it, they found that Wang Feng was shot in the thigh.

If he was lucky, he met Yang Chenyu, he would be unlucky and was hit on the thigh by a stray bullet. But he was too nervous before and didn't notice the pain. It was not until the sandstorm wiped out the sand thief and his mind relaxed. He realized that he was shot and had not had time to speak. He fell into a coma because of excessive bleeding.

If Zhang Xiaowan hadn't been so scared that she screamed when she found out, she might have been able to finish the ritual of sacrifice to the gods. Wang Feng would have gone to Huangquan long ago.

However, even though it was discovered early, the drivers were caught off guard. This place is not in China. There is a hospital in any place. Although there is a medical box in the car, it hit the thigh. Who knew what arteries were not touched, and the bullets were removed without permission. If you accidentally get the blood, you will run out of it. Besides, there is no blood bag in the car for blood transfusion.

If you want to say that the only place here is capable of surgery is Hampu City, but it is at least hundreds of miles away from Hampu City. I don’t know if Wang Feng can hold on.

"It's all this woman who hurt me!" The little driver was Wang Feng's nephew, and directly pointed his finger at Zhang Xiaowan, and a burst of resentment ejaculated.

Speaking of which, it should be blamed on Zhang Xiaowan. Wang Feng had originally planned to return to China, but Zhang Xiaowan wanted to continue traveling west and collect materials. In addition, someone asked Wang Feng to transport goods to the west, so the convoy headed west.

In this way, the driver's words are not wrong. Of course, this cannot be completely blamed on Zhang Xiaowan. If Wang Feng hadn't insisted on doing this, Zhang Xiaowan wouldn't have tied him up.

But after a moment, someone smoothed out the situation and suppressed the driver's emotions.

However, the matter was still in front of us. Wang Feng was bleeding profusely. Even if he had medicine, he might have injured his artery. There were no doctors at the scene. When the drivers were about to decide to return to Hampu City, a clear voice sounded: "Why would you let me take a look?"

Everyone was shocked. When they looked back, it was the Taoist Master Yang who seemed a little mysterious. This time he was able to escape the disaster all depended on his talisman. When the Taoist Master gave the talisman to Wang Feng, someone else laughed secretly. What era is this, and he is playing with talismans such as gods and gods.

But in this battle alone, the drivers looked at Yang Chenyu and looked quite respectful. A truly master like this might be a top-notch god, right?

Wang Feng was in an emergency, and Yang Chenyu didn't care about talking to everyone. He stepped in front of Wang Feng who was unconscious, pinched his left hand, opened his mouth and bounced his right hand, and a blue pill was bounced into Wang Feng's mouth.

At this time, no one would stop Yang Chenyu from helping him, saying that he should not take medicine indiscriminately.

Then Yang Chenyu pulled Wang Feng's pants into pieces with his right hand, revealing the bloody wound. Yang Chenyu had never treated the gunshot wound, but with the life-saving pill, there was no need to worry that Wang Feng would die due to heavy bleeding.

The fingers penetrated straight into the wound, perhaps in pain. Wang Feng's face was thrust in a coma. Yang Chenyu didn't care about the pain of the injured person. He lit his fingers and the bullet was absorbed on the fingertips and then removed.

After throwing the warhead, Yang Chenyu grabbed the air with his right hand, and then a ball of clear water was thrown on the wound. At the same time, some powder bounced into the wound.

Yang Chenyu clapped his hands and stood up, and smiled and said, "Okay, who can sew his wound? Just sew it on."

The drivers' eyes were wide open, and it was better if they were just a few strokes? Are you sure your fingers were sterilized? And the medicine you gave Wang Feng would not have side effects?

As for the reporter Zhang, he was very energetic. Could it be the legendary magic? He probably also attracted the previous sand storm? Otherwise, why would it be so weird?

"What? No one can sew stitches?"

Yang Chenyu couldn't help but feel a little surprised. His boss is almost dead, and these little brothers are still eager to save people?

"I can, I can." Zhang Xiaowan came to her senses and raised her hand quickly. Maybe she felt guilty, but then, her stitches made the drivers sweat in a cold sweat.

Sister, this is not pork, it is human flesh. Looking at the stitches that are everywhere, it really hurts.

After the wound was sewn, Zhang Xiaowan stretched with satisfaction, and Wang Feng woke up slowly, but the drivers immediately discovered that the Taoist Master Yang had disappeared.

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