Zhang Zhuxun looked through the car window and saw the group of people outside laughing as if they had eaten two more bowls of rice at noon, and he felt so angry.
Damn you blind man!
He cursed through gritted teeth, found water to wash his face, arranged his hair and clothes, and then lifted his legs and got out of the car.
With a stern face and cold death stares, the smiles on everyone's faces gradually solidified.
Only then did Zhang Zhuxun feel satisfied.
After this joke, the atmosphere calmed down a bit, and Aning ordered him to rest where he was. When the sky was completely bright, he sent people to investigate the camp.
They fled in such a hurry that the supplies in the car could not last them until they found the Kingdom of the Western Queen. They had to go back to find their master, Zhuoma, and the others. Without a guide, their actions could only stagnate.
The broken car window glass was pieced together and covered with tape, barely used.
The desert under the morning sun is long and endlessly beautiful, with light and shadow flowing in the smoothest straight lines, like a magnificent and gorgeous oil painting. The gold and ocher are pure and unmoved, as if they have been carefully sifted through a huge sieve.<
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The cold wind that never stops day and night shapes the ridges and slopes into waves. They are extremely graceful and gentle waves without a trace of ripples.
The bright red sun jumped out of the horizon, like a huge red agate, shining with brilliance and charming brilliance.
Everyone with cameras in the car kept taking pictures. Wu Xiaoxie breathed out a sigh of relief, rubbed his stiff hands, and sighed in a low voice: "Even if we can't find the Motherland of the West, we can see such beautiful scenery here.
It’s a waste of time.”
Zhang Zhu laughed when he heard this, "Don't let Aning hear this, otherwise she will leave you in this damn place and let you fend for yourself."
Wu Xiaoxie shrank her neck and made a zipper gesture with her hand.
When it was daylight, Aning called everyone to gather, and then arranged for Heixiazi, his brother, and Wu Laosi to go and investigate the situation.
In less than ten minutes, the car heading to the campground drove back.
Wu Laosi got out of the car with an ugly face.
Aning walked forward, frowned and asked, "Where are the two of them? How is the situation in the camp?"
Wu Laosi looked sad and his eyes were a little red, "They are all dead. Those who didn't run out even have their bodies missing. The scorpion tide has subsided. Black Blind Man and the others stayed behind to pack their equipment."
The team of nearly fifty people was suddenly reduced by half, but fortunately, most of the dead were temporary hires.
When I hired the man, it was clearly written in black and white in the contract that this expedition could be very dangerous, and there was a high probability of death.
Since they chose to give it a go and get the commission in advance, they must be prepared to pay the price at any time.
Aning's face was so gloomy that it seemed like water could drip from his face.
This time the attack was unfavorable, the losses were heavy, and the people in the team were also a little uneasy. We must find the final leader Dolma as soon as possible to lead the way.
"Where are those people in the village?" Aning asked.
Wu Laosi sighed, "Just as I was about to tell you this, the people in the village were also attacked, and the camels and sheep were also attacked."
At this point, he couldn't help but cursed and lowered his voice: "It was already enough to make people panic, but then that damn Tashi jumped out and said that this desert has never been attacked by a scorpion tide before.
It must be us who are going to the devil's territory. The devil is angry, so the devil sends an army of the undead to warn us and impose punishment."
"Those ignorant villagers also believed his lies and wanted to drive us away with tools. However, the two men, Black and Blind, gave us a small shock. They were afraid, so they only surrounded us and did not dare to come forward.
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Aning hurriedly asked, "Is Dolma, the Dingzhu, here?"
Wu Laosi's expression was a little strange, and his voice became even lower, "It's strange to say that the scorpion swarm last night was so powerful that it almost razed our camp to the ground, but it happened to bypass Dingzhu Zhuoma and the others.
The tent is really weird."
Aning's brows furrowed even more tightly. He glanced at Zhang Zhuxun, thought for a moment, and said, "Ignore this for now. Let's tell everyone to get on the bus and we will return to the camp."
Wu Laosi nodded and turned around
Go and greet everyone to get on the bus.
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Looking at the messy camp with bloodstains everywhere, Aning's face gradually turned pale and he asked softly in Tibetan, "Is that it?"
Zhang Zhu looked at the vigilant villagers not far away holding rakes and shovels. There was an old man with a white beard holding an old shotgun with a drooping muzzle and an experienced posture.
"Perhaps." Zhang Zhu asked, "If it is it, then its purpose this time is probably to filter out some unnecessary burdens that it considers unnecessary, leaving only the useful ones. By the way, Jude took the Warring States Period silk script exam.
How was it translated?"
Aning frowned, "It was deciphered through the star map found under the bronze alchemy furnace of a Taoist temple. Do you mean to say that there are traces of its intervention in it?"
Zhang Zhuoxun smiled and said, "Shh, I didn't say anything."
The determined owner, Dolma, was helped by Tashi to talk to An Ning. Tashi was originally not happy that his grandma would take on such a dangerous job at such an advanced age, especially after what happened, it seemed like An Ning was...
He was blowing his beard and staring, but he couldn't resist his grandma, so he had to stay with him.
Everyone quickly packed up the equipment that could still be used and loaded it into the car.
The convoy left Lancuo and continued towards the no-man's land deep in the Gobi.
Aning sent two clever men to ride in a car with Dolma, the designated owner, to monitor her actions at all times.
It is worth mentioning that the middle-aged Tibetan woman who had been accompanying Dzhu Dolma was not there. When Aning asked, Dingzhu Dolma only said that he had something to go home.
The road conditions are very bad, and even high-end off-road vehicles have to walk cautiously on such steep rocky slopes with rocks and deep pits popping up from time to time.
In such a place of death, you can't find anything that can extend your life. Everything you look at is desolate, and the wind and sand are raging and pervasive. Even if you sit in the carriage and cover your face with a face towel, you can't hide the dryness in your throat. p>
After walking along the riverbed for two days, the wind and sand became stronger and stronger. The strong wind carried the gravel and gravel and slapped it on the car window. The sky was filled with brown, and the visibility outside the window was pitifully low.
As soon as the car in front passed by, the ruts would be blown away by the wind. The leader's car had already driven to an unknown place, and the only thing that could be heard was Aning's vague voice coming from the intercom on the console.
After driving a little further, the signal was completely cut off.
In the boundless yellow sand, it seems that their car is the only one left alive.
The bearded foreigner and Zhang Zhu were looking for their car. At this time, they were pressing the intercom like crazy, breaking down and shouting, "What should I do? The radio can't contact us. We have lost contact with the convoy!"
Wu Xiaoxie comforted him, "Don't panic. Muyu's car is not very fast. Even if it deviates from the route, we won't be too far away from them. There are still supplies on the car. We can definitely hold on until they find them."
