I buried the host, relying on the prophecy, the whole network exploded

Chapter 150 Satan Will Shout Brother When He Sees You!Nine gods are in danger!
Yan Jiu, who was glared at, embraced her.

Quietly watched the riding captain get on the bike.

Huo Xi'er shook her head: "He still wants to go there secretly?"

Everyone has a rebellious mentality.

Even if Yan Jiu doesn't show up, the riding captain will complete the last ride in his life.

And Yan Jiu's reminder in vain is just following the teacher's training and upholding humanitarianism.

Northwest in December.

The temperature was minus four degrees.

Layers of sand waves create a winding desert, and a whirlwind rolls up the yellow sand. Every creature here is free and indulgent.

And freedom also implies danger.

The wind blows.

The tire belt of the mountain bike starts with yellow sand, and the riding captain runs against everyone and gradually rides away, breaking into the restricted area of ​​life that humans can't easily set foot on.

A whistle symbolizing prohibition sounded.

"Can't go over!"

"Hey - stop!"

"No traffic ahead!"

The riding captain ignored the guards on the cordon.

He escaped reminders and obstacles.

After crossing the cordon, he proudly turned his head and looked at Yan Jiu and the others beside the gas station.

Yan Jiu was wearing a gray-blue jacket.

She stood quietly in front of the crowd.

It looks like a towering mountain.

sunset.

The gas station lights up.

The white light fell on Yan Jiu, bringing light to her and casting half of the shadows on her.

It made her look very different from what she thought, exuding the cold-eyed onlooker and indifference of witnessing insects dying.

But this is different.

The riding captain who was getting further away disappeared.

And just when the riding captain got carried away, the live broadcast room he had been running exploded.

[One word, handsome! 】

[Oh, exciting! 】

[I have an ominous premonition. 】

[Please, don't play it dead, do you know who reminded you just now! ? 】

[That's Jiushen! ! ! 】

[You're going to squeak! 】

The riding captain who patronizes to enjoy the thrill of breaking the rules, did not pay attention to the mobile phone at the front of the car, did not see the reminder in the comments, and once again missed the chance to survive.

He opened his arms.

chase freedom.

Gradually deep into the desert.

I don't know how long it took.

The sky darkened.

He thought it was dark, but he didn't care.

When the sandstorm hits.

It was too late for him to care.

The dense sand and dust covered the sky, and the strong wind rolled up the sand and stones, including the riding anchor.

The cycling anchor was thrown to the ground.

He firmly pressed the magic hood and covered his mouth and nose.

Out of his sight, the package on the mountain bike was swept away by the wind.

Wait until the sandstorm subsides.

I don't know what time it is.

The riding captain lay prone on the ground.

Most of his body was covered by sand.

He who was lucky enough to survive was not happy, the sand rushed into his respiratory tract, making his throat burn and hurt.

Thirsty, he thought of the half bottle of water that he discarded, and he regretted it...

·
In a tent next to a gas station.

Huo Xi'er grabbed Yan Jiu's clothes and asked, "Will something really happen to that person?"

Yan Jiu saved the corner of his clothes.

Lying safely in the sleeping bag.

In Huosier's chatter.

Yan Jiu folded his hands behind his head and said, "You'll know it after watching his live broadcast."

Huo Xi'er squeezed the phone: "I dare not look at it."

She had found the ID of the cycling anchor a long time ago.

It's just that she was timid and didn't dare to look at it. She was afraid that if she opened it, the other party would be attacked by wild animals and so on.

Huo Xier blinked her eyes.

She opened Yan Jiu's ID.

It wasn't until an hour ago that she realized that Yan Jiu was not the anchor of "Eight Classics".

It's a funeral anchor!

Huo Xier opened the comments under Yan Jiu's account.

【When Satan sees you, he will shout brother! 】

[It's Lord Jiu, it's Lord Jiu who left a message on the cycling anchor! 】

[Someone is going to yell again? 】

【Well, the grave of the deceased is in good condition, with no internal injuries. 】

[The soul of the cycling anchor: OK, I'm fine! 】

[What should I do? After seeing the arrogant and annoying behavior of the cycling anchor, not only am I not uncomfortable, but I also feel good about his imminent death. Am I inhumane? 】

[Human nature~ Facing people like cycling anchors, those who can calm down are saints. 】

【Master Jiu is really down on life and death! 】

【噫咱嚱, Nine Gods are in great danger! 】

Huo Xier: "..."

She looked at Yan Jiu's fan count.

3085W.

She thought she was dazzled, so she refreshed it.

The numbers did change.

3086W.

Huosier's pupils trembled.

How could Yan Jiu be unknown?

It is simply known!

You must know that Douyin has only 8 million users.

Exclude users who don't like to follow.

Yan Jiu alone occupies 1/26.

Huo Xier: "..." Chu Sisi should be jealous.

Sudden.

The wind blows.

Roaring sounded in the sky.

Huo Xier opened the tent: "Is it a sandstorm!?"

Yan Jiu closed her eyes: "I can't make it through."

The frightened Huo Xi'er was instantly relieved, and now she believed Yan Jiu's words very much.

Huosier retracted her head back into the tent.

Just lay down in the sleeping bag.

Huo Xi'er sat up straight in shock: "Then, isn't that riding anchor really going to ga?"

She hurriedly opened the live broadcast room of the riding anchor, and it was really dark.

The earpiece can also feel the low roar of the sandstorm, which makes people extremely desperate.

soon.

The live broadcast room of the cycling anchor went black.

What this means is self-evident.

Huo Xier had never seen such a battle before.

I was so scared that I almost lost my phone.

Yan Jiu turned over and slept soundly.

The next day is coming soon.

Although the gas station was not affected by the sandstorm, it was still visited by some sand.

The roof of the tent and the ground were covered with sand.

Not even a clean place to stay.

When in front of people, Yan Jiu always washes up symbolically instead of using a cleansing spell.

Rinse your mouth.

Yan Jiu saw Huo Xi'er, with disheveled hair and dark circles under her eyes, moving over like a wraith.

Yan Jiu comforted, "Just get used to it."

Huo Xier's eyes widened: Who can get used to this! ?
Gas stations have room.

It's just that there are few rooms, only enough for two people, so Yan Jiu and others can't help but give up to Mr. Lang and Teacher Qin.

Mr. Lang, who was in a deep sleep, was startled when he went out: "Did you encounter a sandstorm yesterday?"

Instructor Qin also came out, frowning and said: "But the weather forecast has no warning."

Wang Qi said nothing.

Silently preparing breakfast.

A group of five people finished their meal with different thoughts.

The off-road vehicle set off again.

Instructor Qin said: "I don't know if the others have arrived at their destination. We fell behind overnight."

Lang Lao thought for a while and shook his head: "They probably won't travel at night, they are not considered backward."

Huo Xi'er shifted her attention: "Preliminary judgment, this ancient tomb is from the Ming Dynasty."

Yan Jiu sat quietly in the back seat.

As if out of tune with other people.

Hear Huo Xier's words.

Yan Jiu rolled his eyelids.

He hummed lightly, and closed his eyes again.

Huo Xier opened up the conversation box.

Instructor Qin said: "Qi Chen speculates that this is the tomb of a prince and minister. It's just nonsense. Unless you are a powerful minister, how can you find someone to calculate the tomb and set up obstacles."

Lang Lao flipped through ancient books: "There is a saying in the official history that Emperor Jing slaughtered witches and warlocks wantonly. Under this background, those who know how to explore acupoints must not dare to show their faces."

Huo Xier pricked up her ears: "So, the teacher suspects that it is not the tomb of the Ming Dynasty?"

Instructor Qin shook his head, with an excited expression on his face: "No, we suspect that this tomb is burying an extraordinary person, a big man whose birth will surely shock the whole country!"

Yan Jiu raised his eyes.

She opened her mouth and said nothing.

The closer to the northwest.

Her heart is getting heavier.

Yan Jiu couldn't describe that feeling, it was as uncomfortable as if a beloved thing had been unearthed or a home was about to be stolen.

She frowned.

What she considered was not who the owner of the tomb was.

What I thought of was that the desert was an unknown place in ancient times. Who would build a tomb in such a place?
How unpleasant is the owner of the tomb?
and so.

It must not be her perfect senior brother!

Her senior brother must still be alive!

(End of this chapter)