Tomb Raiders: Begin As Faqiu Tianguan

Everyone quickly drilled under the canvas.

However, Oman is still a little strange. "Wind and sand are often found in the Gobi Desert, so there is no need to be so afraid..."

Just as Aman finished speaking, he heard a deep whimper from outside.

This sound is no longer the harsh sound of a whirlwind.

Aman popped a head from the canvas, looked at the northwest sky, his face suddenly turned: snow white.

The sky in the northwest seemed to suddenly gush out a cloud of ink, and little by little the whole sky was dyed black.

The low and whimpering wind became: cold and irritable, and countless large grains of sand fell from the sky.

Oman knew it was a gigabyte of giant dust storms coming.

Those... the sand and gravel swept up by the strong wind were blown to a position a few kilometers in front of the sandstorm, and before the wind arrived, it fell first.

Behind it is... the endless yellow sand that covers the sky and the sun.

Oman hurriedly got into the canvas tent again, and this time he didn't dare to ask any more questions, he just said in a low voice, "Brother Harrier, you are so powerful, you are even more powerful than the old camels on the Gobi Desert.

Can our canvas hold up?"

Xiao Yao shook his head, "The canvas alone will definitely not be able to withstand it, it will definitely be blown away by the wind.

But we have tractors.

The island and the tractor can block most of the wind."

After Aman heard this, a look of relief appeared on his face.

Since Xiao Yao said that there is no problem, it must be no problem, even if Xiao Yao is just an outsider, he is the native of this Gobi Desert.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the wooden stakes in front of the cemetery on the island were blown by the strong wind, making a whirring sound.

The island is full of yellow sand brought from afar.

It must have been a huge project to cover the island with thick yellow sand to bury these people.

Xiao Yao estimated that the yellow sand layer could be at least one or two meters thick.

It's just that this big storm came too weird and fast.

Even if Xiao Yao and the others were hiding on the shore of the island, in the cracks formed by the tractor, the wind was much weaker than outside, and they could still feel the power of the violent storm.

The whole world seemed to be overturned by the strong wind, and the tractor's body made a creaking sound.

The wooden boards on the car gangs on both sides were shaking desperately.

Countless yellow sand flew overhead.

Soon the canvas on which everyone settled was covered with fine dust, and a heavy layer of yellow sand was pressed on top.

The wind didn't stop, when Uncle Ming suddenly said in horror, "Yuzi, if the wind keeps blowing like this, the yellow sand will bury us."

Zhang turned his head and was also very worried.

"Yeah, I'm afraid the wind won't stop for a while. The yellow sand above our heads is already a foot thick, and we won't be able to hold it any longer."

Xiao Yao said, "Don't worry, we'll just get rid of the sand on the canvas."

Several people have tried their best to push the canvas above their heads into a pointed cone, so that the sand can't stop, but there is too much sand, and the surrounding area has been pressed so that the space under the canvas is getting smaller and smaller.

Xiao Yao took a look, immediately tore off a piece of canvas to cover his mouth and nose, and rushed out of the canvas tent.

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375? The island in the center of the lake becomes the Shura field

This content was first published on m.99wanban.com After going outside, Xiao Yao found that there was almost no light between heaven and earth.

All I can feel is the howling wind, and the sand and gravel that hit people like knives.

Xiao Yao looked around with his supernatural powers, and found that the sand on the canvas tent had accumulated nearly two feet.

Xiao Yao quickly took out a shovel and quickly removed the sand from the top of the canvas.

After cleaning up for a while, Xiao Yao looked at the island again and found that the yellow sand on the island was blown away by the strong wind by more than one meter.

The most obvious consequence of the over one meter of yellow sand being blown off is.... The wooden stakes of many tombs on the island were all blown down.

Especially the tombs on the edge of the island, originally there were not many yellow sands. After the strong wind blew, the boat coffins of many tombs were exposed.

The stakes in front of the tomb were also blown to the side.

The relatively high-ranking tombs in the center of the island were not much better, although most of the wooden stakes could hold up, but after the covered yellow sand was blown away, some of the gray-white coffin lids were exposed.

And although the huge wooden stake in the center of the whole island has not fallen down: the sand on the edge of the stone underfoot has been blown clean.

A slab of slate was exposed on the ground, apparently paved by someone long ago.

Many other places are still covered under the yellow sand, but Xiao Yao knows that... the yellow sand won't last long.

If the storm continues, man-made objects buried under the thick yellow sand will surely be exposed.

Er, Xiao Yao actually said that it was a good thing or a bad thing for a while.

After the yellow sand on the island was blown off, the boat coffins of the tombs lost the protection of the yellow sand cover, and some boat coffins may even be overturned by the strong wind.