Dabao stepped forward, took out a few sand scorpions from his backpack, and gestured to the sand people, indicating that they came here to catch sand scorpions in the sand area and entered this place by mistake.
The sand man is not a fool, he just doesn't understand the language. Seeing Dabao's gestures, he probably understands. Seeing that everyone's faces are kind, they are not as vicious as they were at first. Their expressions have softened a bit, and they are mumbling something. He spoke and pointed his finger into the distance, seeming to ask them to follow him somewhere.
They had this intention, so it was natural to be respectful rather than obey orders. Anyway, these people were not going to let them go.
So everyone was escorted by the sand men with weapons and left the oasis, climbed over several sand dunes, and finally came to a place where many simple shacks were built.
These shacks are the houses and residences of the sand people.
This area is quite large, as big as a small town. There are many shacks, some large and some small, of all kinds. People wearing fur clothes can be seen walking around here.
The leader of the sand people shouted, and then more sand people rushed over and surrounded them.
An older sand man walked to the middle of the encirclement, pointed at the swords on Zhu Yan and others, and said in very bad words: "Stop the sword!"
Everyone understood that he wanted them to take off their swords.
The Eighteen Blood Fiend glanced at Zhu Yan, waiting for Zhu Yan's instructions.
Zhu Yan said: "Remove the sword. We are not masters who can't stand without the sword. We can just get it back when the time comes."
The Eighteen Blood Fiend reluctantly removed the swords from his waist one by one.
For warriors, swords are like their lives and can never be separated from their bodies.
Yun Xiangtian felt guilty. The Eighteen Blood Demons shook the world, and his sword skills were the best known to the world. But now he was forced to remove his sword in front of these barbarians. For them, that was more uncomfortable than wiping out their lives. insult.
They did all this for the Yun clan and Yun Xiangtian.
Yun Xiangtian also took off his sword from his waist and said to the Eighteen Blood Demons and Zhu Yan, "Yun will keep your kindness in mind and will definitely repay you generously."
Xia Yuanqiu said: "We are a family, and Zhu Yan still wants to call you senior brother. Why does Brother Yun have to talk about generous rewards like this?"
Tears flashed across Yun Xiangtian's eyes, and the emotion in his heart was more intense than anything he had ever collected in his life. He had never done anything for Zhu Yan, but Zhu Yan sacrificed his life and suffered humiliation for him.
Zhu Yan said: "As long as we can find the Big Root Lotus and save the life of Patriarch Yun, what does it matter about the crimes and humiliations we suffered today?"
After putting away everyone's swords, a sandman snatched Xia Yuanqiu's baggage and scattered everything in the baggage to the ground.
I saw that except for two pieces of clothing, there were some medicinal materials, a pack of silver needles and a knife, and nothing else.
Among the entire Sand people, only this old man could say a few words that they could understand. The old man squatted on the ground and looked at the medicinal materials, then picked up the needle bag, pointed at Xia Yuanqiu and said: "Are you a doctor? "
Xia Yuanqiu nodded: "I am a doctor, specializing in treating difficult and complicated diseases."
The original solemnity and even seriousness on the old man's face disappeared in this instant.
Perhaps because of his excitement, he temporarily forgot to speak to them in outsider language, and chirped a lot of Sharen language that they did not understand.
Xia Yuanqiu frowned and shook his head: "I don't understand, please speak more slowly."
The old man came back to his senses and said word by word in his poor 'human language': "If you want rice paper, then Xia Hua, Jiu Fang rice will go -"