Dabao shouted: "No, a sandstorm is coming."
The originally sunny weather suddenly turned dark, the wind blew dust and sand in our face, and the distant howling sound was frightening.
Stone shouted "What do we do now?"
Dabao quickly got on his horse, turned around and shouted to everyone: "Don't panic, everyone, get on your horses, quickly get on your horses and follow me. There is an inn not far from here. We can go to that inn to take shelter first."
Everyone quickly mounted their horses, followed Dabao, and took a shortcut in the direction of the inn.
The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the sand and dust in the distance seemed to be rising with the wind like thick smoke, rolling and rushing in the air, rushing towards them like evil beasts.
The horse walked very slowly in the wind and sand. He saw that the inn was not far away, but he could not get closer.
Dabao shouted from the front: "Everyone, please work harder, we are almost there. As long as we enter the inn, we can escape this disaster."
The horse seemed to feel the crowd's desire to survive, and finally speeded up at the risk of its life. At the moment when the sandstorm was approaching, it finally rushed into the inn.
There was a specially built stable in the inn, so the horses would not be in danger here, and everyone rushed into the inn.
The waiter who closed the door sighed: "You are so lucky. If you had been a moment and a half later, you might not have been able to escape."
Dabao knew the waiter, so he walked up and patted the waiter on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Baozi, when has my Dabao's luck ever been so bad?"
Dabao's face was dusty, and his hair was blown into a mess by the strong wind. He still looked a little bit like before. Baozi didn't really recognize him at first glance, but he knew his voice as soon as he heard it.
Baozi hit Dabao's chest with his fist and said with a smile: "You're good, kid. Every time I encounter this kind of thing, you can avoid it. It seems that your ancestors really burned incense for you."
Dabao spat at him and cursed with a smile: "Your ancestors just burned incense for you, you stinky boy, your mouth still smells so bad!"
Everyone has been transformed beyond recognition by the sudden sandstorm. No one can see their true colors. Baozi can only judge by the clothes of everyone that they are definitely not ordinary Jianghu people or merchants. Not only do these people possess martial arts. , and also dressed in rich clothes, obviously he has some background.
Baozi went to allocate rooms for everyone to see how many free rooms there were for them to stay.
Everyone was waiting quietly in the lobby of the inn, but Yun Xiangxue couldn't be quiet. Her head and face were covered with dust, her hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and her originally clean and bright clothes had also changed color, which made her always pampered. How could the eldest lady of the Yun family endure it
"What the hell is this place? What the hell is the weather like? How can it just change? This hell place is at least a million miles away from our Qinglong City."
Dabao raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "This is indeed a ghost place. I don't know how many people have died and how many innocent souls are left here. I just don't know why the eldest lady wants to come here. You can stay with your Qinglong Enjoy the blessings of this city!" Dabao looked at Yun Xiangxue from the left and was not pleased with him, and he was equally displeased by the look from the right.
Yun Xiangxue's eyes widened and she said, "Stop scaring people. Do you think I, the eldest daughter of the Yun family, was frightened?"
Dabao snorted coldly: "Whether I'm scaring people, you will know soon. Don't blame me for not telling you. Although this place is simple, if you really want to accomplish something, you must be respectful and sincere, otherwise , No matter how much you think about it, it’s useless.”