"Scarlet...... Scarlet...... The whole world is bloody! ”

Zhao San, who was startled by the fat man's sudden voice, immediately smashed his head hard: "You little fat man, why are you shocked." ”

"Damn, fat man, don't I see that you are all in a bad mood, adjust the atmosphere?" The fat man grinned.

Seeing that the fat man had thick skin, Zhao San was helpless, so he had to scold in a low voice: "Get out." ”

"Instead of adjusting the atmosphere, your voice has scared us enough." Zhang Meng glanced at the fat man: "What did you see in this diary again?" ”

"What can there be, it's just such a lot of nonsense." The fat man threw the diary in his hand to Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng dared to pick it up with his hand, and hurriedly scolded the fat man: "Fat man, are you going to poison me?" ”

"Hey, hey."

In the laughter of the fat man, Zhang Meng wrapped his hand in his clothes, opened the notebook, and asked the fat man while browsing: "Why are there such clues?" ”

"How many more clues do you want?" The fat man sighed: "I can only understand the Uighur Mongolian (Mongolian commonly used in Inner Mongolia) above, and I don't understand the other bird scripts." ”

"And ancient Mongolian?" Hearing the fat man say this, Zhang Meng couldn't help but be a little surprised: "Didn't you say that this is the note of the group of mercenaries from Bogut Company?" ”

"Who said that? What you say, or what I say. The fat man turned his head and denied it: "Fat man, I didn't say that this is a gringo's diary." ”

"It's not a gringo diary, what is it?" Hearing that the fat man said that it was not a gringo's diary, Zhang Meng set his eyes on the notebook again.

"Although the cover is the appearance of a diary, inside is some information collected from various places and a diary supplemented by them." Lai Zi leaned over, looked at it for a moment and said, "You see that the blood color here has been marked, and they have left what they have seen and heard. ”

"Aren't they here for treasure hunting?" Lady Na said in surprise: "It doesn't matter if it's a diary or a folder, why are we looking at this thing?" Isn't that a bit of a sacrificial approach? ”

Without waiting for Zhang Meng to respond to Lady Na, Laizi on the side said, "No." ”

"Huh?"

Laizi still did the same as just now, without directly explaining the reason, but pointed to the notebook: "Look at what legend is written on this." ”

"What legend?" Zhang Meng looked curious, but in English, there was no specific legend.

"The language on it is very messy, and it doesn't write any key points...... Zhang Meng said.

"Look down and you'll probably see." Raiko nodded. continued to point to the notebook and said, "Look at the records above, it should be all about this legend. ”

"Really." Zhang Meng looked down and found that the things recorded on it were all information about that legend, and then looked back at Lai Zi and the others in confusion, and asked, "Why do I think that these guys don't look like they are here to find the tomb of Genghis Khan?" It seems that I came to find this legend. ”

"Huh?" Hearing Zhang Meng say that the information book left by Bogut Company had nothing to do with Genghis Khan's secret burial, Zhao San immediately sighed and said puzzledly: "I don't believe what the third uncle is, the time will be so coincidental......"

"That's right, where this bird doesn't, it's good to have a big event a year, why did the Bogut company also come when Qianmian Sun went north? and the second half of the video, if you want to say that it doesn't matter, kill the fat man, I don't believe it. The fat man said to the side: "I see! Eighty percent of the legends on this are also related to the secret burial of Mongolia. ”

"Huh?" Hearing this, Zhang Meng, Lai Zi and others were stunned at the same time. It seemed that they were all pointed to the point by the fat man, and after peeking at each other for a while, Zhang Meng said: "Brother Laizi, I think the idea of a fat man is reliable." ”

"Yes. Right. Laizi nodded and said, "I also think things are a little strange, think about it, how did they get this news when that thousand-faced sun went north?" ”

"You said they were looking for that legend, but they stumbled upon the news of Genghis Khan's secret burial?" Zhang Meng asked rhetorically.

"Or rather, they were looking for Genghis Khan's secret burial, but the way they were looking for it was not by the clues of the shaman and the witch, but by the legend in this diary." Lai Zi lowered his head and thought: "I really didn't expect that this blood-colored insect would be related to Genghis Khan's secret burial. ”

"What blood-colored bugs?" The fat man's ears were sharp, and he immediately heard Lai Zi's muttering, and hurriedly asked on the side.

Without waiting for Laizi to continue, he saw a herd of cattle and sheep walking by in the distance.

The fat man ran over as soon as he slipped through the smoke, wanting to buy the cattle and sheep of the herdsmen, but the herdsmen thought that the fat man was a fraud gang, so he turned around and was about to leave. But he was entangled by the fat man, and the old herdsman had no choice but to agree and follow the fat man to Zhang Meng to withdraw money.

"You little fat man, not long after you finished eating, you were thinking about your food again." Seeing the fat man's shining eyes, everyone laughed.

"Nonsense, shabu-shabu for a while, old bandit, don't eat it!" The fat man walked up to Zhang Meng and the others with a smile on his face, raised his hand and asked for money: "The fat man's backpack has fallen off the car, there is no chairman and grandfather, give two of them." ”

Knowing that the fat man had a hard time along the way, Zhang Meng shook his head with a smile, turned around and handed the old herdsman two banknotes.

"Brother, you have the money, come with me to pick sheep."

After saying that, the fat man was leaving. Laizi next to him grabbed the old herdsman: "Uncle, ask you something." ”

"Hey."

Without waiting for the fat man to talk nonsense, Zhang Meng pushed him out: "You pick it yourself, let's ask this old man about the specific geographical location." ”

Fortunately, the old herdsman could still speak a little Chinese: "You...... You guys...... ...... myself All...... I don't know where this is? ”

"Ah, we just came out of the desert, didn't we see that there is a Gobi here? That's when I asked my father-in-law. Raiko said.

"If it's fun...... words, further north...... It's the border. The old herdsman said.

"Further north is the border?" Zhang Meng didn't expect that all of his people were about to leave the country. However, the location of Genghis Khan's secret burial is difficult to say, and Inner Mongolia and Outer Mongolia may be secret burial places.

The old herdsman looked up at Zhang Meng, Lai Zi and others who still had sand and dust on their faces, with a helpless expression, he seemed to have long been accustomed to seeing these travelers who liked to cross the desert.

Zhang Meng simply pretended to be a travel friend and asked the old herdsman: "Uncle, do you have any historical monuments and legends here?" We wanted to go over and take a few pictures. ”

"There are no monuments here." The old herdsman shook his head.

"That's not right!" Zhao San interjected with a cigarette pouch in his mouth: "When we crossed this desert, we also saw it, a place to play on the Sino-Mongolian border?" ”

"You ...... See...... What's up? The old herdsman asked.

"Prairie stone people, tribal tents, desert castles." Zhang Meng counted carefully.

"You're talking about the steppe stone man in front of you, right?" The old herdsman took the cigarette handed over by Zhao San, and immediately looked excited, and said a few more words: "I also heard about that old man when I was grazing, but I haven't seen any castle." ”

"Have you heard about the headless cavalry?" Zhang Meng asked.

"Yes." The old herdsman nodded and continued: "There are no monuments in this place, except for the Gobi and the desert, there are only packs of wolves on the grassland. There are many such scary legends. ”

"Oh?" Seeing that the old herdsman was hooked by Zhao San, Zhang Meng immediately continued to inquire: "Old man, tell us, what are the legends?" ”

"Yes, we are willing to listen to stories that are out of tune." The fat man was far away, and he didn't forget to interject.

"Pick your sheep." Listening to the fat man's nonsense, Zhao San replied to the fat man.

"Gotcha, gotcha."

Seeing that the fat man no longer interjected, Zhang Meng continued to ask: "Old man, let's not hide it, we came here just to hear from others that there are some terrifying legends here, and I want to come and see it, go back and write a travelogue or something." ”

"You can just have fun, don't take it seriously." The old herdsman waved his hand and said, "If you are really killed because of the old man's words, then you really can't help it." ”

Zhao San hurriedly handed over two more cigarettes: "Brother, tell me." ”

"Done." The old herdsman put away his cigarette with satisfaction and said, "Speaking of which, this thing is not a terrible animal, but an intestinal worm that we grassland people often say. ”

As soon as the old herdsman's voice fell, Lai Zi nodded slightly, looking like he had expected it a long time ago.

Lai Zi's actions were in everyone's eyes, but they didn't care too much, but continued to listen to the old herdsman tell the legend here.

"This statement is actually passed down by our older generation." As soon as the story was told, the old herdsman's accent became fluent: "In other words, the story of this intestinal worm has been circulating in our place for a long time, and people here are far ......away as long as they hear the intestinal worm."

"Oh? That brother, tell me what kind of horror method you are. Seeing that the old man was also very addicted to smoking, Zhao San directly stuffed a pack of cigarettes.

"Actually, I haven't seen it either, but I've heard from another old man in the tribe." The old herdsman continued: "I heard that the old guy has been looking for this kind of intestinal worm for half his life, if you meet him, you can be regarded as finding a soulmate!" ”

"Then dare to be affectionate, where is it?" The fat man came over with a big, fat sheep, and without listening to the old herdsman's words, he muttered a few words in a low voice.

"It's not easy to find that old man." The old herdsman shook his head and continued: "He is often mysterious, uncertain in his movements, and does not often stay in the tribe, and only meets a few times in the summer. ”

Seeing that he couldn't find the insider in the old herdsman's mouth, Zhang Meng hurriedly changed the topic back: "You talk about it first." ”

"Done!" Seeing that Zhang Meng really wanted to hear the story, the old herdsman simply cleared his throat and told all the stories about intestinal worms he had heard over the years.

Everyone was also stunned by the old herdsman's bluff.