The world around me seemed to have just awakened from a deep sleep.
The others rubbed their sleepy eyes, confusion written all over their faces.
Their consciousness was still immersed in the previous calm, and they seemed at a loss for what to do in the face of the sudden change.
However.
Not far away, a group of guards in strange costumes were slowly approaching. They were covered in animal skins, holding spears, and their steps were firm and powerful.
The attire clearly belonged to an Egyptian warrior from ancient times, and was totally out of place in this desert that looked desolate but held hidden mysteries.
It adds a bit of weirdness and mystery.
"Don't look at them. I don't know who they are."
Feng Feng's words were like an alarm bell, instantly sounding the alarm in everyone's hearts.
Without saying much, a tacit understanding was quietly established among everyone.
Others woke up and couldn't figure out what was going on.
But the guards dressed as primitive people who were heading towards them not far away looked strange no matter how they looked at them.
It can't be one of us.
You won’t go wrong if you listen to Feng Feng first.
No one objected, and there was no time for debate.
They obediently searched the surroundings to see where they could hide.
Everyone moved quickly, as if driven by an invisible force, and began to look around for possible shelter.
The desert, this seemingly endless golden ocean, has become their most severe test at this moment.
But these seven people are not ordinary people, each of them possesses extraordinary abilities.
Even in this situation where their spiritual and magical powers are inexplicably restricted, they can still create miracles with their wisdom and courage.
They took advantage of the fluidity of sand and cleverly dug out hidden sand pits.
Or you can take advantage of the natural shape of the sand dunes and blend yourself into them, as if you have become a part of the desert.
These seemingly simple actions actually contain their deep understanding of the environment and the ultimate expression of their survival instincts.
When the last figure disappeared behind the sand dunes.
The Egyptian guards arrived exactly where they had woken up.
The leading soldier scanned the surroundings with sharp eyes, although he did not find anything unusual.
But the caution and vigilance have not diminished in the slightest.
There was a tense and oppressive atmosphere in the air.
It seemed as if even the wind held its breath, quietly watching this silent contest.
Feng Feng hid in the dark, staring at the soldiers, and an indescribable sense of familiarity surged in his heart.
The clothes, the equipment, even the way they walked.
All of this made him involuntarily think of the ancient legends and documents about ancient Egypt.
It’s so backward!
It always made him feel a little strange.
The leading soldier, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, scanned the surroundings.
Although there was only a vast sea of sand before him, his furrowed brow and hand gripping the spear revealed a vigilance that should not be underestimated.
"Scatter! We can't let go of any inch of land. They can't get far!"
His voice was deep and powerful, piercing the silence of the desert.
Like an order, it instantly activated the fighting spirit of the surrounding soldiers.
They responded quickly, scattering like chess pieces controlled by an invisible hand.
A thrilling carpet search was launched.
It was carpet-style, and it really was carpet-style. They kept poking the ground with spears.
Every time the soldiers swung their spears, sand flew everywhere.
It was as if a web of death was being woven for this ancient land.
Some of the people hiding in the sand suddenly tensed up.
They originally thought that the other party was just passing by.
But I didn’t expect that they would search for people directly!
In an emergency, their hiding place is not safe at all!
The seven people hiding under the sand felt like a lonely boat swept by a violent storm, their mentality was shaky.
Seeing the soldiers getting closer and closer, everyone held their breath, their hearts pounding.
Jin Shile looked at the soldiers who were getting closer and closer, and at this moment he felt unprecedented pressure.
He pressed himself against the sand, his body trembling slightly with nervousness.
The sweat mixed with the sand almost suffocated him.
A soldier walked straight to where Jin Shile was hiding, raised his spear high, and stabbed it down hard.
Feng Feng widened his eyes and saw this scene clearly from a distance, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
It's bad! Jin Shile is about to be discovered!
The spear dug deep into the sand, but did not bring the expected screams and struggles.
Feng Feng's heart was in his throat, but then he was confused and puzzled.
Why was there no expected blood spilling?
Just when he was immersed in confusion.
From a distance came an excited cry: "Found it! There's a slave here!"
This sudden change instantly broke the tranquility of the desert and attracted the attention of all soldiers.
Including the soldier who almost exposed Jin Shile.
They all gave up their current search and rushed towards the new target.
Their movements were agile and coordinated, like a pack of wolves that had been trained for a long time, with an instinctive desire and pursuit of prey.
Leaving behind a temporary safe haven.
The others finally had a brief respite.
Feng Feng stood not far away, feeling an inexplicable chill in his heart.
This chill does not come from the heat and dryness of the desert.
Because he keenly realized that the conversation between these soldiers was not in any language he was familiar with.
But it automatically transformed into fluent Chinese in his ears, with incredible clarity.
It seems as if there is an invisible bridge connecting two completely different worlds.
This strange phenomenon made Feng Feng's heart alarm bells ring, and an ominous premonition arose spontaneously.
He frowned, his eyes sharp as torches, staring intently at the direction where the soldiers were gathering.
Trying to find a clue from this series of strange events.
The soldiers formed a circle and dug hard into the sand beneath their feet.
Every swing was accompanied by a dull sound, as if the earth was whispering.
Soon, a shocking scene appeared before everyone's eyes - a skinny slave with blood on his thighs was dragged out of the sand pit.
His eyes were empty and desperate, as if he had become accustomed to all the suffering and torture in the world.
The wound was so deep that the bone was visible. It was obviously the mark left by a spear. It was shocking.
Feng Feng's heart was deeply shocked. He looked at the scene in disbelief, his heart filled with confusion and anger.
In modern society, such a cruel slavery should not exist even in the most remote corners.
What's more, these so-called "savage natives" are not completely isolated from the world.
Their living conditions have always been the focus and protection of the international community.
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