The folding shovel was thrown straight to the figure behind Xiao Mao in the wind and sand, and the constantly tumbling sand and dust blocked most of the vision, and when the shovel was taken off, a strong wind and sand turned violently in front of me, and I suddenly couldn't see the situation in front of me, nor could I see whether the shovel had hit the other party.

This kind of fierce wind is the only one I have seen in my life, although it is not far from the small hair in front of me, but when the wind and sand are tumbling, I can't see or hear, it is completely as if I am blind and deaf, and only the rolling sand is left in front of me.

I held the camel in one hand and the knife in my waist with the other, which was the only weapon I could use now, and I knew that if I left the camel at this time and ran over to help Xiao Mao, it would be very dangerous. But if you don't help him, it's hard to predict what will happen to Xiaomao.

It was just such a moment of effort, and I suddenly understood one thing, starting from the tiger's ear, maybe someone was eyeing Xiao Mao and wanted to kill Xiao Mao all the time. The real purpose of killing Xiao Mao is actually to prevent us from finding the ancient city of Chepan.

Soon, the dust in front of him turned away, and through the goggles, Xiao Mao and the camel in front of him could be seen. When I was able to see again, I noticed that the figure that had come out of nowhere was gone.

Xiao Mao should still be alive, and he may not know anything about what happened just now, and he kept shaking his body in front of him to shake off the sand that fell on his body.

I was relieved to see that Xiao Mao was fine. I guess that the folding shovel I threw out just now should have hit the person who attacked him, and when the other party saw the flying shovel, he knew that other people had discovered him and had taken precautions.

Even though the figure was gone, I still had a faint sense of crisis. You know, in this overwhelming dust, ordinary people are estimated to have been frightened for a long time and their legs and feet are weak, but that person dares to run in the dust storm in this kind of weather and harsh environment, how much courage does he have to have?

It seems that there are still many things we need to guard against, and the thought of the hairless rooster I met in Tiger Ears makes me wonder, I can't imagine what we would do if someone in our team really encountered that kind of magical relocation. If someone else's consciousness enters their body, I won't even be able to prevent it.

I didn't dare to be careless, I kept looking ahead through the rolling wind and sand, maybe the visibility was not high, and the line of sight was always intermittent.

However, I didn't find that figure again, and I can't tell if the other person left or hid somewhere.

The violent sand and dust continued for more than an hour, and the wind weakened, but the sky was still full of dust. This kind of dust storm cannot disappear without saying that it will disappear, and the windy and sandy days may last for three or four days. However, as long as you survive the peak of the dust storm with the black wind wall, there will be no major problems in the future.

After the dust subsided, we quickly asked each other, and several of them were okay. The four camels were still lying on the ground, they kept shaking off the sand, and then kept half of their bodies exposed, I was glad to follow Xiao Mao's advice, if I really drove over in a deaf ear, I guess even the people and cars would be buried at this time.

We didn't dare to move forward, or stayed where we were, most of the day passed, the dust and sand were weaker, the wind still did not stop, but the wind was not strong, we could only roll up fine sand grains, flying in the air, the surroundings were foggy, similar to the haze weather in some places.

A few of us got together, and Lao Wang and Ning Kitten were so frightened that their faces were still pale.

The figure that appeared in the dust storm always made me feel uneasy. It can be determined that whether it is in Tiger Ears or here, the danger is actually aimed at Xiao Mao. I can't make it clear to him, but at least I have to give him a proper touch.

I called Xiao Mao aside and lit a cigarette with the wind on my back. I asked Xiao Mao if he had encountered any dangers when he was a guide in the past.

"It's dangerous and inevitable to run into a place like this, but luckily, I've been lucky." Xiao Mao was very optimistic, as soon as the dust storm passed, he relaxed, took off his mask, and asked me for a cigarette.

"Xiao Mao, do you think that kind of situation that appeared in Tiger Ears will happen again?" I smoked a cigarette and pretended to be chatting and asked, "If, the people in our team, Lao Wang and the three of them, are calculated by someone using the kind of Banda Jue you said, will it be difficult for us to guard against it?" ”

"No, it won't." Xiao Mao spat out a mouthful of saliva with sand and said: "Banda Jue is a secret technique of Zhangxiong, which appeared early, and it is definitely not perfect, and can only be used on the corpses of poultry and livestock. ”

"What's the point?"

"It's very simple, the transfer of knowledge and retrieval is the caster's forced indoctrination of his own consciousness and memory into another person, if the person being instilled is a living person, he already has his own consciousness and memory, if the two consciousnesses and memories are really mixed together, there is only one result, and the person who is taken away will go crazy." Xiao Mao shook his head lightly and said, "What I said in Tiger Ears at the time was to tell me what I heard, so you don't have to worry too much." ”

"As long as the danger doesn't exist." I smoked a cigarette, I didn't think it was enjoyable, so I lit another cigarette, Xiao Mao was comforting me, but he didn't know that the danger was actually going towards him. Xiao Mao is a good man, although he always has a sense of being hired and hired by us out of professional and economic interests, but I really don't want to let Hu Ritu's tragedy happen again: "Xiao Mao, now it's not far from the old road of the Huyang River, after we get there, we may have to stay for a while, you can wait for us here, or, you take a camel back to Daya." ”

"That's not good, you may look at Daya and Tiger Ears are small places, but I told you that there is a circle of guides who often eat together on these lines, and they all know that we have professional ethics." Xiao Mao smiled: "If you really leave the team halfway and run away by yourself, you won't be able to mix in this circle in the future." ”

"Don't worry, we won't say it to anyone."

"That's not good, others don't know, but I know in my heart that I can't get over my own hurdle." Xiao Mao extinguished the cigarette butt and said, "It's okay, going south and north, there will inevitably be risks, eat this bowl of rice, you have to eat clean." ”

After listening to Xiao Mao's words, I felt very moved, people said that in these years, many people's values have collapsed, but I believe that there are many, many people like Xiao Mao.

We stayed here for about ten hours, and the sand situation improved, and we were able to start on the road. The team set off again and headed towards the old road of the Huyang River.

Originally, I estimated that it would take three hours to reach the destination, but the sandstorm that I had just experienced caused the camels to walk a little slowly, more than three hours away, and finally walked for five hours. Xiao Mao pointed to the front and said, "That is the old road of the Huyang River." ”

The old course of the Poplar River is in fact nowhere to be found, the river dries up, the oasis disappears, and the old road will soon be flooded by wind and sand, turning into a barren land. But I know that the Huyang River once nourished this land and gave birth to the bustling Chepan City. A few centuries ago, the carriage was a very dazzling pearl of the ancient Silk Road and even Central Asia, which was the place where caravans from the Central Plains, Central and Western Asia, and even Europe stayed.

I looked at the old way of the poplar river that I couldn't distinguish, and I kept smiling bitterly in my heart. The old road of the Huyang River is only a geographical concept, and the ancient city of Chepan may exist in any place on both sides of the old road. Searching for it in this way is no different from looking for a needle in a haystack.

We have four camels, and we can carry more than human man. This time, I brought an extra tent with me. Except for one of the five people who kept vigil, the remaining four people could sleep in the tent for men and women, although the conditions were poor, but it was much better than lying in the open and eating sand.

After the sandstorm a few days ago, the temperature plummeted again, and the evening was no longer suitable for long walks, so we temporarily adjusted our schedule. Lao Wang was lazy, he started the vigil at ten o'clock, and called Xiao Mao at eleven o'clock, Xiao Mao was more sincere, and he kept watch until four o'clock in the morning before calling me to take over.

On the desert night, it was cold to death, so I wrapped my clothes tightly and sat on a piece of sand that Xiao Mao had heated up in advance, and it was finally warmer.

I took over for about ten minutes, and Xiaomao ate something and went to the tent to rest. I'm thinking about my next plan of action, but there's no good way but to try my luck in this desert, and when the supplies are depleted to a certain extent, I have to go back. Either withdraw to Huayang, or arrive at Yaya to replenish, and then turn around and come again. No matter how I plan it, I find it difficult.

I sighed to myself, and just as I was about to smoke, my eyes froze.

I inadvertently glanced in the southwest direction, and vaguely saw a huge procession appear not far away. I could see it a little vaguely, but I could still tell that there were at least twenty or so people in that procession, forty or fifty camels.

I was dizzy all of a sudden, how could such a huge team appear out of thin air without any clues?

Xiao Mao had just gotten into the tent and should not have fallen asleep, so I hurriedly ran over and called him out.

The two of us looked intently in the southwest direction, the moonlight was clear, and the team walked in the southwest direction, walking very slowly.

But after looking at it for a while, I felt a sudden chill down my back, and my hands couldn't help but hold a handful of sand tightly.

In the moonlight, I saw that the procession did not seem to be walking on the sand, but with people and camels, floating as if their feet were not touching the ground.