Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Chapter 9 Lao Wang, where is my knife!
Lin Yi and Wang Qiang stopped their movements at the same time, and turned to look at the two guides.

"sandstorm?"

Wang Qiang pushed Lin Yi aside and walked up to the two of them. The blood on his body and face had solidified, like a person who had just crawled out of a mountain of blood and corpses.

The two guides couldn't help but took a few steps back with their hands on the ground.

"Still running? I'll interrupt you by running errands again!"

The two young guides were frightened by Wang Qiang and did not dare to move.

In their understanding, these two people could escape from death when surrounded by wolves. This ferocious fat man was definitely the main force in killing wolves.

Those are not ordinary ruthless people, this is a real "wolf killer"!
What he speaks is the decree.

"Expand and tell me, what's the matter with this sandstorm? I grew up in the imperial city, and I have eaten and seen it before, so don't try to fool me."

The two guides looked at Wang Qiang with an angry look on his face. They dared to hide anything and told them everything they knew and didn't know.

It turned out that the local meteorological department had released the news of the sandstorm long before they came.

However, Lin Yi and Wang Qiang couldn't understand the local characters.

And these two guides are money-obsessed, thinking that they are two little Internet celebrities who are engaged in short video live broadcasts, and they will withdraw before the sandstorm comes.

Unexpectedly, this guy is still a tough guy, and he actually worked all the way to the heart of the desert.

According to the time notified by the meteorological department, the sandstorm should have invaded Taklimakan by this time.

"I fooled your uncle, why didn't you say it earlier? Ah?" Wang Qiang heard that there was another burst of fire, and picked up the dry firewood at hand to start the fire.

The two guides got up and hid behind Lin Yi.

"Stop with me, do you hear me! Damn it, I hate liars the most in my life. These two guys don't have a word of truth in their mouths. They almost fed me to the wolf. Now tell me that there are still sandstorms. You give I stop!"

"Calm down, old Wang, this is still a live broadcast. If you can't bear it, you will make a big mess. We have seen a lot of sandstorms, so we may not be able to do anything to us. You sit down and listen to them."

Lin Yi grabbed Wang Qiang's clothes and advised him not to be so impulsive, which really drove them away.

"Okay! I will record this account for you first. Come on, if there is anything left to say, I will explain it all to Lao Tzu!"

Wang Qiang inserted the firewood stick in his hand into the sand and sat down.

The two guides who were still in shock also crouched carefully opposite them, ready to start again at any time.

"We have sandstorms here all the year round, which is what you call sandstorms."

"We don't send notifications in advance for sandstorms of that level. Only large sandstorms, which are major meteorological disasters, have SMS notifications."

Lin Yi and Wang Qiang were stunned at the same time.

The barrage in the live broadcast room immediately became active.

"Isn't a big sandstorm just a desert tornado? These two guides are really not human beings. This thing can kill people."

"This statement is inaccurate. The big sandstorm is also called 'black sandstorm' or 'black storm'. Once it blows up, sand and rocks will fly away, and no grass will grow. In the 30s, there was a black sandstorm in America. After three days and three nights, the amount of sand rolled up was at least several million tons, sweeping two-thirds of their land, and almost wiped this country off the map, it is a major meteorological disaster!"

A barrage posted by the ID "geologist who knocks stones" immediately attracted everyone's attention.

Lin Yi himself knew that what he said was true.

The destructive power of this black sandstorm can be said to be unique in this desert.

When it blows, it blocks the sky and the sun, and visibility is almost zero.

When the strong wind crosses the border, rolling the sand and raging, it is a mobile angle grinder, and it can blow anything in the way.

"Anchor, this dude is really not joking. I knew a rich second generation back then, and his family was rich. A group of rich second generations gathered together and drove a large import truck into the Taklamakan, but they encountered a black sandstorm. Some One buddy said that their cars are solid and parked in a row can block the wind and sand, and the other said that it would be safer to connect our cars with a tow hitch.”

"As a result, buddy, can you stop panting when you speak?"

"Sure enough, where there are crouching dragons, there must be phoenix chicks. What's the outcome? They are tied up with iron ropes and boats. Whatever the outcome of the Battle of Chibi, that will be the outcome for them."

"You're really right. The cars were connected in a row, and they really withstood it for a while at first. These guys were bragging on the radio, but I didn't expect that the black sandstorm that followed didn't care about martial ethics at all. All the off-road vehicles were rolled up, hey, brothers, have you seen that dragon kite?"

"Fuck, stop talking, there is a picture!"

"A series of refitted luxury cars costing over [-] million yuan in a row caused the black sandstorm to roll into the air. When the rescue team finally arrived, this series of cars were all smashed into parts. It was at least two or three kilometers away from their original camp. My buddy is dying. The car is equipped with racing-level protection. Just like that, the arms and legs are all broken, and the spine is still nailed, but his life is saved. Now he only rides a small electric donkey when he goes out. Brothers and sisters of the second generation, don’t mention it.”

"Is the black sandstorm so destructive? I'm afraid the anchor will be this time, where is the anchor?"

Outside the camera, Lin Yi stood up and walked around, biting his cheek and muttering.

"Holy shit, Black Sand Storm! You two can do it, you can do it! Lao Wang, damn, where is my knife! Where is my knife? I have to kill these two beasts today!"

When Wang Qiang saw him lowering his head to look for a survival knife, he quickly stepped forward and hugged Lin Yi.

"Old Lin, you have to calm down! You have to pay attention to the impact of this live broadcast. In a society governed by law, killing is a crime! You can't take the path of crime!"

When the two guides saw this, they quickly got up and ran to their cars.

"Hold it, hold it, wait until these two boys drive away, and we will fully explain it here!"

Originally it was Lin Yi who was trying to persuade Wang Qiang, but now it was Wang Qiang who was trying to persuade Lin Yi.

Lin Yi let out a long breath, and patted Wang Qiang's arm.

Wang Qiang then let go and muttered a few more words.

"What magical effect does this wolf meat have? After eating it, you are so powerful that I can hardly hug you."

"Nonsense, buddy didn't try his best."

"Hey, you said you're fat and you're out of breath. I didn't carry it on my back when I replaced the gas tank in our house. Now you're getting nervous!"

Lin Yi didn't have time to bicker with him now, pointing at the two guides.

"Come here, both of you, and I won't do anything! From now on, we're just grasshoppers tied to a rope. Next time I ask you guys, tell me everything. If you dare to tell a lie, none of us will survive. "

The two guides looked at Lin Yi and Wang Qiang in front of them and looked at each other again.

It seems that what he said means that he has the ability to escape from this black sandstorm?

(End of this chapter)