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Chapter 697 Sinking into Quicksand
The bandits in the desert are true outlaws. There are no governments or laws here. When a person dies, they are buried by the yellow sand and are never seen again. They may not be discovered for thousands of years.

Therefore, the bandits were exceptionally fierce, fighting with a reckless, suicidal style.

The bandits surrounded Wang Wulang from three directions, saying little, but taking a moment to shoot a cold arrow from behind, attempting to bring him down.

Seeing that Wang Wulang had easily dodged several times in a row, the bandits realized that this man was probably not easy to deal with, so they became even more cautious.

"Brother, I have no food or anything on me, why are you chasing me?" Wang Wulang was on the verge of tears. Why were these bandits not letting a single person go?
He initially thought the bandits wanted to rob him, but after thinking about it carefully, he realized that while money was indeed a good thing in the desert, it wasn't really necessary. So what else was there for them to pursue?
Looking at the galloping horse beneath him, and then at his bulging arms, an absurd yet plausible idea popped into his head.

A memory from childhood also resurfaced—

Are they trying to eat people?!
Yes, there's nothing in the desert. If either people or animals are found by the people here, they'll probably end up as food.

If you encounter an ordinary person, at most you'll be robbed of your money, or if you're unlucky, you might be sexually assaulted. But if you encounter these people, they'll probably burn you to ashes!

Thinking of this, Wang Wulang became even more desperate, drew his sword from his waist, and slammed it hard into the horse's rump.

The horse let out a mournful cry and thrashed about, trying to throw Wang Wulang off.

During these days in the desert, although the horse ate dry grass, it hardly drank any water, and its body was no longer as strong as before. Now, it was running at full speed with people, and it had no strength left to throw Wang Wulang off. It could only hold its breath and keep running.

Wang Wulang was also feeling uneasy. He immediately thought of Sister Ayu's lambs. Although the lambs didn't allow others to ride them, their offspring had very good temperaments. Even if they couldn't match their father lambs, they were still faster than most second-class horses.

If I had ridden a sheep, I might not have been in such a passive position.

"Stop!" The bandits, seeing that Wang Wulang was still unwilling to admit defeat and had run into an increasingly deep desert, showed fear on their faces.

Someone quickly said to the person next to them, "Third Master, that's Death Slope, we can't go any further."

"This kid has probably lost his sense of proportion because we've been chasing him."

"Alright, alright, let's go back. We can't let the brothers perish here." "Pick up all the arrows we dropped along the way. We can't lose these treasures."

"Alas, what a pity for that fine steed. If we could have seized it and given it to the chief, we would have definitely made a great contribution."

As they spoke, they actually reined in their horses and turned back. Wang Wulang was still unaware of their intentions, and only after they had ridden for a while and heard no more sounds of pursuit behind them did he dare to turn back and look.

Upon closer inspection, they discovered that the bandits had vanished, leaving only a vast expanse of yellow sand.

Just then, I heard the horse let out another miserable cry.

Wang Wulang looked down and saw that the horse's four limbs were stuck in the sand, which was very strange, sinking down like flowing water.

"Damn it, quicksand!" Wang Wulang held his breath and looked around, only to find that this kind of scene was everywhere, with almost no place to put his feet.

If he wanted to escape, he only needed to use his lightness skill to stomp hard on the horse's head and fly out of this area.

The horse seemed to sense something, and looked up at Wang Wulang, its eyes filled with tears.

Wang Wulang gritted his teeth: "Brother Ma, although you tried to get rid of me just now, I didn't eat you before, and you are loyal enough, so I won't abandon you. If this is my fate, then I will accept it. Who told me to be stupid and not as smart as my grandmother or my sister? But I can't even lose this bit of loyalty."

He wiped away his tears, looped the reins around the horse's belly, and then leaped onto the sand not far away. There was no quicksand there for the time being, but the situation was still not optimistic.

After dismounting, the quicksand had already submerged the horse up to its belly. Wang Wulang gripped the reins tightly, trying to pull the horse out, but the more he pulled, the deeper the horse sank, and quicksand-like whirlpools appeared beneath his feet.

The horse neighed mournfully, and Wang Wulang's face turned red. Because of the effort, he sank in even faster than the horse.

Finally, the sand completely buried the horses and people. A strong wind blew, and one by one, the quicksand eddies disappeared, leaving no trace of anything around them. No one knew what had happened there.

(End of this chapter)