Zhang Hong looked at the old man in confusion. Although he understood every word the old man said, when they were put together it gave him a sense of absurdity.
"Am I a slave now?" Zhang Hong's head was buzzing and he looked at the old man with confused eyes.
Muhamzad frowned slightly. The middle-aged man in front of him didn't seem to understand the situation he was in. Could it be that he was confused? "What's your name?" Muhamzad asked after a moment's hesitation.
"My name is Zhang Hong, and I'm a mechanic!" Zhang Hong licked his cracked lips and said.
"Mechanic?" Muhamzad's face changed, and he asked with a little awe in his tone, "Are you a transcendent?"
"Superhuman?" Zhang Hong was stunned, and shook his head subconsciously: "I repair machinery, mechanical processing, manufacturing..."
"So he's just a craftsman!" Muhammad seemed to understand. The awe on his face disappeared, replaced by a hint of sneer.
"You are just a craftsman, but you dare to call yourself a master. I think you don't want your head anymore!" Muhammad said, taking off the whip from his waist and whipping Zhang Hong hard.
Zhang Hong was tied up with ropes all over his body and could not move. He could only endure the whipping with his back.
Snap! The whip hit Zhang Hong's back hard, and his thin clothes were torn apart instantly. A blood mark instantly appeared on his white back. After a while, blood slowly seeped out, dyeing Zhang Hong's entire back red.
Zhang Hong felt as if someone had stabbed him on the back. The pain spread throughout his body. His cheeks twitched in pain. He opened his mouth and wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
After a while, the pain subsided a little, and Zhang Hong's entire back felt painful and swollen again. He couldn't help but let out a painful groan.
"This time I'm just teaching you a lesson. If you dare to talk nonsense like this again when we get to the holy city, I'll pull out your tongue!" Muhammad snorted coldly, rolled up the whip and hung it around his waist again.
Zhang Hong was an unexpected gain for the camel caravan. Although no one knew how this man wearing only a single layer of clothing and without any supplies appeared in the depths of the desert, such a slave, if sold to the Holy City, could be sold for at least fifteen gold kols. In addition, he was also a craftsman, so he could be sold for at least three more gold kols, which added up to eighteen gold kols. If he met a noble who was not short of money, it was not impossible to sell him for twenty gold kols.
"This is simply a godsend. Twenty gold kol, and then I can add two more camels..." Muhammad thought happily.
The camel caravan was moving slowly but quickly among the sand dunes. It was only a hundred kilometers away from the desert holy city of Tutankhamun. The camel caravan had been traveling in the lonely desert for more than three months. Now they couldn't wait to enter the holy city, drink a big glass of tequila, eat a meal of hot roasted camel meat, and have a good sleep in the soft quilt.
It would be even more satisfying if they could take a hot bath. Now everyone in the camel caravan feels that they can shake off more than two kilograms of sand from their bodies.
Muhamzad looked at Zhang Hong who was groaning constantly, snorted coldly, and lost interest in him. He rushed to the front of the camel caravan, pointed at the sand dunes in front and shouted loudly: "After crossing this sand dune in front, walk another five kilometers and there will be an oasis. We will rest there for one night, and wait until tomorrow to reach the holy city of Tutankhamun. I will treat everyone to a roasted whole camel and tequila!"
For the entire camel caravan, they may not be able to eat roasted whole camel throughout the year. This time they have the opportunity to eat it. The greatest credit should probably go to Zhang Hong. For a moment, everyone looked at Zhang Hong with eager eyes.
The morale of the entire camel caravan was greatly boosted, and Muhamzad's wrinkled face also showed a hint of joy. However, the next moment, Muhamzad's expression froze, and then he showed a look of horror, and shouted loudly behind him: "The storm is coming, everyone build a camel wall, quickly, quickly!"
In the silent desert, on the distant horizon, a sand wall with billowing dust was rapidly approaching this side. All the people in the camel caravan showed a look of fear on their faces. They jumped off the camels swiftly and began to remove the luggage. They formed all the camels into a circle, using the camels as the main body and began to build a camel wall with luggage.
When faced with a desert storm, all the camel caravans had to do was to do their best and leave the rest to fate. For a terrifying sandstorm that could blow away sand dunes more than ten meters high, a camel wall formed by dozens of camels could bury and destroy them all in an instant.
Just as everyone was hiding behind the camel wall, shivering and praying for the protection of the gods, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened, and strong winds blew. If they had not tied themselves and the camel wall tightly with ropes, all of them would have been blown into the sky by the sandstorm.
The sandstorm covered the sky and everyone was like ants in the face of this natural disaster. After an unknown amount of time, the sandstorm finally retreated and the sky became bright again.
Suddenly, an arm stretched out from the flat sand surface, and then seven or eight arms stretched out from under the sand. After a while, the camels raised their heads and slowly stood up, and other people also followed the camels out of the sand.
Everyone was covered in sand and dust and looked quite disheveled, but their eyes were filled with excitement at having survived a disaster. Looking at each other, they couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Check the camels and the number of people to see if there is any loss!" Muhammad spat out a mouthful of sand, his face full of joy and excitement, and shouted to everyone.
Muhammad could not find any other reason for surviving such a natural disaster except the blessing of God.
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Hearing that all the camels and people were fine, Muhammad could not help but kneel down and kowtow devoutly in the direction of the sun.
Just as he had finished prostrating and was about to stand up, a sudden shrill scream was heard. Muhammad was startled and quickly stood up and looked towards the source of the scream.
The next moment, Muhamzad's face changed drastically. He was so frightened that all his strength seemed to be drained away and he collapsed limply.
At this time, a huge black pyramid stood a hundred meters away from the entire camel caravan. The pyramid was about a hundred meters high and as black as ink. The rocks it was built of sparkled in the sun, shining with a metallic luster.
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(End of this chapter)