"I said fat man, can you stop talking nonsense?" Zhao San ignored the fat man's reminder, took a deep breath with his cigarette pole in his mouth, and turned his head aside.

Everyone in the other car also started to laugh.

Obviously, no matter who it is, he doesn't believe what he says.

"Hey, I said you guys to see it yourself. Fatty, I'm really not talking nonsense." The fat man pointed his finger forward and shouted.

"Okay, okay, I said, little fat man, you have the time, so it's better to have a good rest." Zhao San was afraid that the fat man who was dancing with his hands and feet would accidentally go off the off-road vehicle, and quickly reminded him: "Go to rest quickly. If there is any situation, you will suffer."

"I'll say you old-fashioned..." Zhao San's reaction made the fat man speechless.

At this moment, Hai Dongqing, who was flying in front, suddenly turned back to Aokiji's hand.

Discovering the abnormality of Hai Dongqing, Aokiji frowned, looked back at everyone, and said word by word: "I'm afraid this fat brother is right, there's something in front..."

Everyone may not listen to Fatty, but they are still concerned about Hai Dongqing's abnormal behavior.

Even Lai Zi's brows couldn't help but frown.

The others even looked ahead attentively, trying to find the castle in the fat man's mouth.

"Haha, do you always believe it this time?" The fat man slapped his thigh and finally burst into laughter comfortably. "I just said you don't believe it. It's still this little eagle cub who is hurting people. I understand Fatty."

Although Zhang Meng, Lai Zi and others who are close to Fatty know that Fatty has good eyesight, the few people still didn't expect such a big difference.

As the off-road vehicle moved forward, a shadowy deserted city finally appeared in everyone's sight.

"That"

“It really is”

"Damn it, I said fat man, you can do it, are you a clever eye?" Zhang Meng looked up at the fat man and asked in confusion: "How did you see it?"

"That's, who am I, Hoover? I was the tomb robber in Henan and Hebei back then..." Looking at the surprised gaze around, the fat man's old habits were broken again, and he couldn't help but brag.

"Stop, stop..." Zhang Meng wanted to call the fat man, but she could no longer stop him.

Ia Na, who was standing by, ignored the boastful fat man, but said to Zhang Meng, Lai Zi and others beside her, "How come there is a castle in this desert? Could it be a mirage?"

"Probably not?" Zhang Meng said: "I think the scene in front of me is very clear."

"Which mirage is not true or illusory?" Iana shook her head cautiously.

"I don't think it looks like it." Lai Zi replied: "The so-called mirage requires a specific climate and environment to form. Although the current desert is the same as what we used to be in Xinjiang, there is still a certain difference."

"What's the difference?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Climate and humidity." Lai Zi said: "The day-night temperature difference between the Mongolian grassland and the Xinjiang desert is not that strong. Also, the sand and soil here are larger than heat, and the soil temperature rises unfastly, which will not affect the evaporation of water and the heat cannot be concentrated on the surface. It is almost impossible to form a mirage on the grassland in early spring...

"If it weren't for a mirage, then there would be a castle in front of you." Zhao San looked at Aokiji with his head tilted, and asked, "Hey, Aokiji, you have run a lot in the Jiheimeng area. Do you know there are castles in the desert here?"

Hearing Zhao San's words, Aokiji said with a wry smile: "I haven't heard it yet."

"I've heard of it." Facing the third uncle's question, Lai Zi replied: "But it is the desert in Xinjiang, and it is also a famous devil city in our country. I have never heard of the desert on the grassland."

"Devil City?" Hearing Lai Zi's words, the fat man felt a chill on the back of his neck, and he almost fell out of the car with an unstable state. He looked at Lai Zi in a trembling voice and said, "I said Ergouzi, don't scare us damn it."

"It's not us, it's you." Looking at the fat man whose legs were already weak, Zhang Meng smiled and said.

"Tsk" Zhang Meng said with white eyes, "I said Zhang Queud, have you forgotten the evil things you encountered in Devil Valley before? You forgot that thunder bat, kappa, you have forgotten? I think you have a long memory."

"Don't make a fuss." Zhang Meng said: "The Devil City Lai Zi said is in Xinjiang."

"Damn it, Xinjiang?" Seeing the laughter of the people around him, the fat man realized that he was too nervous. He immediately pulled down his face and looked at Lai Zi dissatisfiedly and cursed: "I'll say you, Ergou, can you stop talking half of your words next time?"

"I'll go, are there anyone who blames others for being so bad?" Zhang Meng was quite helpless about the fat man's shamelessness.

Lai Zi has long been accustomed to the fat man's nature, and it is not surprising that he is used to it. He ignored the truth and continued to explain to Zhao San beside him: "However, the devil city in Xinjiang has naturally deteriorated later, but the desertification of the Mongolian grasslands has only appeared in nearly a hundred years."

"Brother Laizi, what do you mean is that there is no devil city here?" Zhang Meng asked.

Hearing Lai Zi's explanation, Ia Na nodded and echoed: "I think so too, the living customs of the Mongols and the people in the Western Regions in ancient times are different. You saw it before we came. Until now, most of their tribesmen still retain the habit of living in yurts. How could they build a city?"

"Yes," Zhang Meng nodded.

"Ia Na is right." Zhao San said in a deep voice: "According to everyone's analysis, no matter when, a castle is unlikely to appear here, but now we have encountered this...

"If you want to ask, there must be nothing good." The fat man said in fear: "No, I think we will go around you."

"No." Hearing the fat man's words, Zhang Meng quickly opposed: "We don't have an accurate and detailed route yet. Any clue on the grassland may be related to the purpose we are looking for. So, I oppose going around."

"What do you think?" Zhang Meng's eyes swept at the others.

Ye Jiu looked at the deserted city that was getting closer and closer, and did not speak, but just nodded.

Lai Zi thought for a while and said, "A prairie stone man led Mu Huali's descendants. At this moment, the deserted city that no one has discovered for so many years has been encountered by us. This may be the hint in God's darkness."

"I agree, too," Iana nodded.
Chapter completed!