"No, the sandstorm is coming," cried Dabao

The originally fine weather suddenly became dark, the strong wind rolled dust and sand on my face, and the distant roaring sound was frightening.

"What shall we do now?" cried the stone

Dabao quickly turned over and got on his horse. He turned back and yelled to the crowd, "don't panic, everyone. Get on your horse and follow me. There's an inn not far from here. We can go to that Inn first to avoid it."

They all quickly mounted their horses, followed Dabao and took a shortcut to the direction of the inn.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the dust in the distance seems to rise with the wind like smoke, rolling and rushing in the air like a vicious beast.

The horse walked very slowly in the wind and sand. Seeing that the inn was not far away, he couldn't get close to it.

Dabao yelled in front: "everyone work hard, it's almost here. As long as you enter the inn, you can escape this disaster."

The horse seemed to feel the people's desire for survival, and finally fought his life to speed up. At the moment when the sandstorm was approaching, he finally rushed into the inn.

There is a specially built stable in the inn, where horses will not be in danger, and people rush into the inn.

The little two who closed the door sighed: "you are really lucky. If you are a little late, I'm afraid you will be doomed."

Dabao knew the second child, walked forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "baozi, when did my luck get worse?"

Dabao's face was dusty, and his hair was blown in a mess by the wind. There was still a little bit of what he had looked like before. Baozi didn't recognize it at a glance, but he knew his voice as soon as he heard it.

Baozi beat Dabao's chest with his fist and said with a smile, "you are good. You can avoid this kind of thing. It seems that your ancestors really burned incense for you."

Dabao spat at him and said with a smile: "your ancestors just burned high incense for you. Smelly boy, your mouth is still so smelly!"

All of them have been battered beyond recognition by the sudden sandstorm. None of them can see their true colors. Baozi can only judge their extraordinary people or merchants by their clothes. These people not only have martial arts skills, but also wear rich clothes. Obviously, they have some origins.

Baozi goes to allocate rooms for the public to see how many spare rooms are available for them.

Everyone is quiet in the lobby of the inn, but Yun Xiangxue can't be quiet. At this time, her face is covered with sand and dust, her hair is scattered like a chicken nest, and her original clean and bright clothes have changed color. How can the young lady of the Yun family, who has always been a respectable woman, bear it?

"What the hell is this place? What kind of weather? How can it be said to change? Compared with our Qinglong City, this ghost place is at least 18000 miles away. "

Dabao raised his eyebrows slightly and said: "this is really a ghost place. I don't know how many people have died and how many wronged souls have stayed here. I just don't know why the young lady wants to come here. You can stay in your Qinglong city and enjoy your happiness." Dabao's left view of cloud to snow is not pleasing to the eye, and his right view is also not pleasing to the eye.

Cloud to snow stare round apricot eyes way: "you don't scare people, when I this cloud family miss is scared big?"

Dabao hummed coldly: "you will soon know if I have threatened others. Don't blame me for not telling you. Although this place is simple, if you really want to accomplish something, you must have respect and sincerity. Otherwise, it's useless for you to miss so much."

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