Ning Kitten's corpse was right in front of me, but I was still looking forward to some miracle, squatting next to her and staring at her tightly.

She is still so young, the immaturity on her face has not completely faded, she usually likes to talk and laugh, however, I may never see her smile again in my life.

"She's dead." Zhang Momo stretched out his hand and closed Ning Xiaomei's eyes, which had not been closed: "A team of four people, now there are two of us left, you say, what should I do?" ”

Zhang Momo's words seemed to wake me up from my drowsy conjecture, and at the same time of sadness, my heart was like a fire burning in my heart, a fire of anger.

Seriously, I don't believe that Lao Wang's death and Ning Xiaomei's death were both accidents and coincidences, I always felt that behind their deaths, there was an invisible hand that was secretly manipulating all this. Naturally, I thought of Old Man Liu.

I regret it, because I judged before that if Old Man Liu wanted our lives, then he could do it in Huayang, but he only led us to Danmeng in Baklang, so I always thought that it should be safe to enter Danmeng, at least not to die. It was with this idea that I ignored Hu Ritu's dissuasion.

But I didn't expect that after entering Danmeng, Lao Wang and Ning Kitten died.

If the death of these two people really has something to do with Old Man Liu, then what is Old Man Liu going to do? He wouldn't have gone all the way to bring us here, just to make everyone in the team die in Danmeng.

Lao Wang and Ning kitten had an accident, which also means that Zhang Momo and I are not safe, if we continue to walk, I can't guarantee the safety of the lives of the two people.

At this time, I was like a gambler, when Lao Wang died, if I retreated, then at least I could temporarily save the lives of the other three people. But I don't want Lao Wang to die in vain, let his death be worthless, and insist on continuing to go. Now that Ning Kitten is also dead, if Zhang Momo and I return, their death will be meaningless.

"I don't know now, I don't know what to do." I gently picked up the corpse of Ning Kitten and returned to the surface from the cistern.

"Do we have any other choice but to keep walking?" Zhang Momo followed behind, and his tone was very rare, like sadness, and like helplessness: "There is no choice." ”

I didn't speak, but I was very angry, I wanted to find Old Man Liu, and if I could, I also wanted to dismantle his old bones.

Ning Kitten's corpse will definitely not be taken away for the time being, so I found a place near the cistern and put the corpse here first. No matter how hard it is, as long as I am alive, I will bring her and Lao Wang home.

Zhang Momo and I returned to camp, and this time, I was careful and kept an eye on all the wind and grass around me. When I got back to the camp, it was getting late, and the team was suddenly missing two people, and the rest of the equipment needed to be reorganized and distributed.

But when I started to sort through the supplies, I found that there was a lot of water leakage that we had brought with us. Before I entered Danmeng, I knew that there was no water source, so I tried my best to bring more water, and almost 60% of the food was drinking water. But at this moment, most of the water was leaking inexplicably, and I quickly concentrated the drinking water in a few kettles.

"Does water leak for no apparent reason?" I am more and more sure that our team is entangled in shadows.

"No, it won't." Zhang Momo was more calm: "But what can you do?" If there is no way, then bear it. ”

I packed up everything I could bring with me, and continued to walk towards the depths of the basin with Zhang Momo. As I went, I didn't take it lightly, and my hand was always on the hilt. Although Zhang Momo is a cold face, but in this situation, the two of us can be said to depend on each other, and I don't want any more accidents.

After walking like this for two days, the terrain in the basin has changed, and in front of it is a rift valley formed by a crustal fault zone, large and small, criss-crossed, like the wrinkles and ravines in this Gobi desert. I roughly calculated the rest of the water, and decided that we could not go any further, and that we had to leave enough water for the return journey.

I pitched my tent in a leeward place, used it as a camp, and then centered on the camp and worked out the scope of my activities. When it is full, Zhang Momo and I can stay here for four or five days, and after four or five days, we must go back, otherwise, we will die of thirst in the Danmeng Basin.

I guess our team is being followed, but for so many days, no one else has been seen. There is not much time left, and I hope that in this limited time, I can find something.

The fault zone in the basin covers a wide area, and our way is all blocked, Zhang Momo and I can only look for a way to walk between countless large and small ravines, but I dare not go too deep, I am afraid that it will be very troublesome after losing my way in the depths. So, two days later, we only walked a very limited area.

On the third day, Zhang Momo and I made our way to the depths of the gully group, but we were blocked by a narrow but long rift in the surface. Crossing this rift requires a long detour.

At the edge of this rift, there is a pile of sand about three meters high. It's a strange pile of sand, and the fine sand is so fluid that it would be difficult to pile up to three meters high on this terrain without a bond or support. At first glance, the pile of sand looks like a tiny landmark on the edge of the rift.

When Zhang Momo and I walked to the side of this sand pile, the wind suddenly rose, the wind came quickly, and it was also very fierce, the howling wind passed quickly, blowing so fast that Zhang Momo and I couldn't open our eyes, and the two of us involuntarily retreated, and withdrew seven or eight meters away in one breath.

At the same time as this sudden gust of wind was raging, I vaguely saw that the three-meter-high sand pile seemed to be blown away by the wind, and layer by layer of sand flew with the wind. In less than ten minutes, the huge sand pile disappeared, leaving only a wooden shelf in the middle of the sand pile.

This gust of wind came and went quickly, and in ten minutes, the wind became much smaller. The wind was light, and my vision was clear, and when I looked up, I saw a man hanging from the wooden frame covered with sand.

It's still a little far away, but I can't be mistaken, the people hanging from the wooden shelves have also turned into dehydrated dried corpses, gently swaying from side to side with the wind.

As soon as I saw the dried corpse, I naturally thought of Hu Ritu's friend's team. But I remember very well that the last time I found a dry corpse, Lao Wang had an accident, so this time I deliberately let Zhang Momo stay where he was, and I went over to see it myself.

As I got closer, I realized that I had the right idea. The clothes worn by the dried corpse and the dried corpse on the wooden frame were of the same brand and style, and they must be the same people. If you think about it this way, this man has been dead here for five years, and his body is like a piece of dried bacon.

The wind was already light enough to make no difference, and I was brave enough to take a few steps closer. As I approached, I noticed that the left ear of the dried corpse was gone, but I couldn't tell if it had been cut off or had fallen off for some other reason.

Left ear, again left ear...... My nerves were almost confused by my left ear, but now was not the time to think, so I settled down and began to search for the belongings of the dried corpse.

The corpse is nothing more than a kettle, a flashlight, a windproof lighter and the like, and I want to find a book with no words, but this corpse may not have liked to study before it died, and there was not even a piece of paper on it.

There are only so many things that can be found, and they are worthless, and they should be said to be very old-fashioned when they entered the Danmeng team before, not only do they not have anything to prove their identity, but even equipment such as clothes and water bottles have been torn off labels.

"Can I get over?" Zhang Momo was waiting impatiently over there, and shouted at me, "I want to see it too." ”

"I've seen it, it's nothing." I shook my head, turned to her, and said, "It's best not to look at this kind of thing that affects appetite and sleep." ”

But Zhang Momo didn't listen, raised his legs and walked this way, he had to take a look. I reluctantly turned around, wondering what to do with the corpse.

The moment I turned around, my heart was furious.

The hanged man was ugly in appearance, with his mouth wide open and his tongue exposed, and this dried corpse was no exception, and it has remained in the same state as it was when it was dead. I turned my head to talk to Zhang Momo, and it took two or three minutes to get full, but in these two or three minutes, the dry corpse seemed to spit out a ball of things in its open mouth.

Something like hair was tan, densely packed.