If this falls, no matter how strong his body is, he will be dismembered.

"I'm going out"!

Zhan Wuque saw a yellow color appearing at the end of his sight.

He couldn't help but speed up.

Wangshan ran to death, and after a stick of incense, Zhan Wuque finally arrived.

This is an endless Gobi Desert.

The hot sun shines, the temperature of the entire Gobi Desert is very high, and the air is slightly distorted.

Zhan Wuque frowned and looked at the corpses lying on the ground not far away.

Those were a few young warriors, who looked like people from Daqin.

They were cut off their hands and feet, and their white pupils were still filled with terror, as if they had encountered something terrifying before.

They were clearly searched again, and they were likely to be killed and treasured.

But Zhan Wuque didn't know why he was tortured.

He casually dug a large hole and buried several corpses on the spot.

Among these warriors, the youngest is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

Those who hear the Tao live and die day by day, this sentence is not just a saying.

Keeping them in peace is the only thing Zhan Wuque can do for them.

If he also dies one day, I wonder if someone will collect his body for him.
Chapter completed!