Don't worry. I will leave enough water and food. But whether you can leave this desert depends on yourself." Roger said this, but he actually had no intention of letting go of these people. If Jefferson and the others were let go, his reputation in this industry would be completely ruined. Before he could really find the legendary treasure of Guloulan, he still needed to leave a way out for himself.

At this time, Jefferson's face suddenly changed. He grabbed the big leather bag around his waist, poured out everything in the bag, and said anxiously: "Where is the map? Where is my map?"

"Damn it!" Roger's face also became particularly gloomy. He took two steps forward, pointed the gun directly at the old professor, and said gritting his teeth: "Sir Professor, don't play tricks and hand over the things honestly, otherwise I wouldn't mind killing one or two of your students.

After that, Roger immediately signaled to his companion. The mercenary raised his hand and shot a student in the thigh. The bullet immediately took a piece of meat from the man's thigh. Blood splashed out from the wound and was scattered on the sand. It was quickly absorbed by the sand. Everyone understood what was going on at this time and screamed in horror, especially the person who was shot and screamed very loudly.

Just as everyone screamed in horror, a violent vibration suddenly came from the ground. Then a black shadow like a fish jumped up from the sand in the center of the camp, rolled in the air, and pounced on the injured person. He swallowed it into his stomach, and then sank into the yellow sand as if it had fallen into the water. This scene shocked everyone, and the terrifying scream suddenly broke like a rope cut, and the surroundings immediately became silent.

"What is it? What is it?" Everyone was stunned by the scene of Cai Cai. His eyes were all concentrated on the remaining blood on the sand. Apart from this blood, there was no sign of a living person lying just now. Even the sand was very smooth, leaving no trace.

"Joe! Joe!" A woman suddenly rushed out of the crowd, lay on the bloody sand, snatched the sand hard, shouting his lover's name loudly, trying to find him out of the sand.

At this moment, the abnormal vibration had been heard again. Before everyone could react, they saw countless thin black shadows like silk threads suddenly rushing out of the sand around the woman, like steel needles. The woman didn't even have time to scream. The blood in her body was instantly drained, and immediately shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and soon turned into a mummy mummy, falling to the ground and turning into a part of the desert dust.

"Ah! Monster!"

This time, everyone was no longer silent, and they all screamed in horror. Some of the archaeologists rolled and crawled towards the tent and wanted to take something to defend themselves, while others sat on the sand with their feet limp and were shocked. As for the mercenaries, although they looked very calm, their eyes were filled with fear. They didn't care about the archaeologists, and they pointed their guns at the sand in front of them, and moved closer to Roger, questioning Roger in shock and anger.

Roger was also completely shocked, but he quickly calmed down. In his mind, Li Xuan thought of the Lop Nur ghost in the archaeological world. Although he had an answer in his heart, he still held a trace of luck, held a gun, pointed at Old Jefferson's head, and said angrily: "Old guy, what is that thing?"

"Haha! You already have the answer, why ask me!" Old Jefferson's mysterious thing not only didn't look scared at all, but looked very excited. His eyes were staring at the sand, muttering uncontrollably: "The legend is true. In the desert of Lop Nur, there are indeed ancient Loulan's souls, and monsters transformed. They appear in the dark, lurking in the sand, feeding on living people, and protecting the treasures of ancient Loulan! Haha! We will all die, and we will all die here!"

"The gunshot broke the old Jefferson's crazy laughter, and blood burst out from the broken wound on his head. The old man went straight to the ground, his body twitched constantly, and soon became stiff. Seeing this scene, Wilson was completely stunned. He didn't expect Roger to take action so hard that he shot the old professor without any signs. A chill rushed straight to his forehead, his legs became weak, and he reached the ground. A urge to urinate out from his lower body, which soon moistened a large area of ​​sand.

"Damn old guy, I'll send you to see God now." Roger naturally knew the horror legend of the Lop Nur ghost, and he couldn't help but become timid in his heart. The best way to get rid of timidity is to make others timid. Sure enough, when he killed old Jefferson, all the panicked archaeologists looked at him in fear. Surrounded by his fearful sight, the timid that had just become weakened?

"Boss, what should we do now?" Roger's men asked anxiously without any idea at this time.

"With all their legs a wound, this monster must have come for the smell of blood. Keep them here to attract monsters. Let's ride a horse and walk separately, and one can walk." Roger, after all, thought of a solution. He quickly thought of a countermeasure and gave a loud command while shooting Wilson's thigh on the ground. Then he didn't say much, ran towards the horse that had been prepared long ago, jumped onto the horse, spread the reins, and galloped towards the dark desert in the west.

Seeing that Roger made a demonstration, the others were not slow at all and shot on the thighs of the archaeologists. How could those archaeologists who had been in the pile of books all year round be the opponents of this group of vicious people? Even if they wanted to resist, they had no weapons in their hands, and they were quickly shot and fell to the ground. The mercenaries quickly stepped on their horses, followed Roger's footsteps, galloping in various directions, and stayed as far away from the ancient city of Loulan as possible.

The abandoned people in the camp couldn't help but moan loudly because of the pain of the wounds on their bodies. Who knew who was the one who raised their heads, they endured the pain and prayed intently, begging God to relieve them. The pious appearance on their faces was like a saint in a church mural. However, this place was not a Western church after all, and their prayers did not bring God's love, but their blood and voice attracted the demons that had existed under this land for thousands of years.

Various monsters transformed from black shadows drilled out of the sand almost at the same time and rushed towards all the helpless people in the camp. Some were drained from their blood, leaving only the corpse, while others were swallowed into the black shadow monster. No one had the ability to resist. The monster rushing towards Wilson was a python's black shadow, and the black shadow monster instantly rolled up Wilson like a python and hung it in the air. The snake's head was opened like a big mouth, and swallowed it towards Wilson who was being rolled up.
Chapter completed!