After many days of exhausting driving, everyone finally arrived in Karamay.

It is a city named after oil, and "Karamay" is a transliteration of the Uyghur word for "black oil".

Therefore, the oil field is rich in oil, and the oil field is located on the northwest margin of the Junggar Basin in Xinjiang, and the first well drilled by it is about 130 kilometers north of the Dushanzi oil mine.

In the northeast corner of the city, there is an "asphalt mound" that flows like a mountain spring with black oil instead of water.

Locals call this place "Black Oil Mountain", which means "Karamay" in Uyghur.

At this time, everyone was sleepy, and everyone seemed to have a serious illness and had to take adequate rest.

So the group rested in Karamay for two days and two nights, and on the third day they diverted to the area designated by the intermediary in advance to look for a guide.

Cao Longxuan and the middleman they were looking for were relatively familiar with this place, although they did not directly help everyone contact the guide, but the area where they were looking for the guide was very small for everyone, saying that they could find a suitable guide in this vicinity.

Although there is an intermittent road from Karamay to the Devil's Town, it can be reached after several detours.

But in the northwest desert, it is impossible not to find a local guide, unless the turtle retreats in the town and does not come out, otherwise in the wild desert, Gobi, without the guidance of a guide, will only be a crisis of trekking, and finally life and death are unpredictable.

The two cars printed with the word "escort" were too conspicuous to be swaying in the urban area, so they went through the guidance of the middleman and made a detour to the countryside dozens of kilometers away from the urban area, and found a guide by the way.

This small village in the desert of northwest China, with only about 30 households, is particularly depressed and desolate, and is not conspicuous at all in the Gobi mounds crisscrossed by ravines and earthen beams.

The crowd's car rolled up all the way into the small village.

In the village, there are some low poplars, sand dates, and sea buckthorn, and there are a few crooked poplars growing on the roots of the soil beams at the south end of the village, although the growth is not high, but the rhizomes are stout.

Under these crooked poplar trees, it was the first family in the village, because it was located at the entrance of the village, so Cao Longxuan let the car stop in front of this family's house.

Hearing the sound of the car, an old man came out of the house, dressed in gray cloth clothes, shabby but smooth and not wrinkled, I can't see the characteristics of the clothing of any nationality, tied with an oily hemp rope around the waist, but the cloth shoes on the feet have some characteristics, the shape is like the kind of bull ear shoes worn by Taoist priests.

This old man's gray hair is tied in a bun at the back of his head with a hairpin, and then paired with the shoes on his feet, how to look at it is a bit of a Taoist priest.

The old man's face was full of vicissitudes of wrinkles, and he couldn't tell how old he was, and he seemed to be about sixty.

The body is strong, but the back is carried and there is a pair of Luo hoop legs, and the degree of the Luo hoop is still very large.

The old man walked on his legs like this, drawing circles, and walked in front of everyone with "pop, pop".

Squinting at everyone, he stroked a few sparse locks of beard on his chin with his hand, and then grinned, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth: "Eh, what's the matter, come to many people?" ”

Since Bai Yunfei was elected by everyone as the captain, this "diplomatic event" was naturally brought into battle by Bai Yunfei.

Bai Yunfei smiled politely and waved his hands together at the old man, believing that no matter which country or nationality, this action could only bring friendly understanding, not be understood as "disrespectful".

Bai Yun flew to the old man and said:

"We are going to the Western Desert to explore and play, and if we want to revisit the ancient 'Silk Road' and relive the historical customs, we need to find a guide in your village who is familiar with the situation of this desert."

After listening to this, the old man grinned, this typical smile of the image of an old farmer in the northwest naturally has a simple and lovely folk style, which is very popular with everyone.

He said: "E is the head of this humble village, and his surname is Luo. ”

He pointed to the village behind him with his dry, wrinkled fingers, and said, "In this small deserted village, there are not many people, and there are almost no guides in the desert. ”

He said that the villagers live in a remote corner all year round, barely leaving their homes, making a living from growing local pumpkins, potatoes and millet, and trading some money and goods with outsiders who often come to buy local products.

The state and local governments have supported them, but due to the poor natural environment and traffic conditions, the economy is still relatively backward.

As the head of the village, he needs to go to Shili Bagou to do things, or go to the town for a meeting, or help the villagers get some things, so he is quite familiar with the surrounding terrain and features.

If others can't do it, everyone will naturally be in danger, so he can only recommend himself and is willing to act as a guide for everyone.

Cao Longxuan had a very good impression of this old man, and he also talked to him with a smile, and then asked the old man to get in the car and lead everyone to the Devil's City in the northeast.

The old man's face changed instantly, and he said hurriedly: "Forehead (I) drop gods, but I can't help it, the devil wants to eat people." ”

When everyone heard him say this, they all looked at each other with some curiosity.

Han Debang began to use his language ability to change tones, and asked in the tone of the village chief: "What is the cannibalistic method?" ”

Village Chief Luo said with a face: "Devil City, as the name suggests, there are devil drops." ”

Cao Longxuan said with a smile: "What age is it now, several devils in Xinjiang have been developed into tourist attractions, although the road is desolate and difficult to find, but it is ridiculous to say that it is haunted, and I ask the village chief to take me to go there and go around." ”

This Luo village chief glanced at Cao Longxuan, shook his head helplessly, pointed to the sky with his withered hand, and said: "It's not early in the day, I can't catch up today, you don't dislike it, just spend the night here, and it's not too late to go tomorrow." ”

A few drivers drove into the courtyard of his house, and everyone walked around, looking around at the scenery of the village. But as soon as he walked into the courtyard, he shocked everyone.

I only heard a wild cry of "roar", and a huge beast jumped out of the side of Fangshan, because the momentum and speed were too amazing, and everyone was scared to flee in all directions.

After running a few steps and turning around, he found that this large mass of coaxing beast was tied by a thick iron chain, otherwise it would have rushed through and bitten everyone to the ground.

Everyone was so frightened that their hearts were "banging", and they were panicked to distance themselves from this beast, only to find out that it should be a tall mastiff, which is known as the "Tibetan mastiff" in the mainland.

Wang Ziming used to be obsessed with the study of medical science and medicinal properties, and dabbled in birds, beasts, trees, grasses, flowers, birds, insects and fish, so he recognized all kinds of mastiffs.

After calming down the fright, he told everyone that the village chief's family actually raised a very rare "Grimace Mastiff King".

Through his introduction, everyone looked at the beast-like mastiff king, and saw that its fur was black and red, as strong as a lion tiger, as violent as a thunder god, and its eyes were almost completely covered by the hair hanging down from its head, shining with a terrible light like hell and death, so that people did not dare to look directly at it.

Such a demonic existence, not to mention its roaring and barking, is terrifying just to look at. Everyone was worried that the chain that was as thick as a child's arm around it would not be broken by it, and if it did, it would be even more terrible than a tiger coming out of the cage.

According to Wang Ziming, this kind of grimace mastiff king is not only rare, but also the "king of kings".

On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, people know that a Tibetan mastiff can kill three or four adult ferocious male wolves, which can be said to be the king of the plateau.

And this kind of demon-like grimace mastiff king, fighting with three or four Tibetan mastiffs, can also bite three or four Tibetan mastiffs to death, which shows how amazing its power is, which is also the origin of the name "king of kings".

Such mastiff kings are so rare that they are almost extinct, and even if such a variant is born, the herdsmen will regard it as a plague god, thinking that it is unlucky to raise it, and they dare not kill it, so they have to take the cub to a far, far away place and abandon it.

Whether it is dead or alive depends on the will of the gods.

In areas where the number of mastiffs is large and concentrated, once the ghost mastiff king that has not been encountered in a hundred years appears, even if it is a puppy that is still underage, a bark will silence the group of mastiffs, and no one dares to roar at it, and they are naturally afraid of this demon in their bones.

Han Debang asked, "Does this dog have a name?" ”

Village Chief Luo glared at him dissatisfiedly and reprimanded: "Don't be disrespectful to this mastiff god, it only protects those who worship it as a god, otherwise it will be eaten by it." ”

Han Debang shuddered with fright.

I heard the village chief of this Luo said: "This mastiff god is a god, you must worship it, it has a name that only gods and gods have a drop, called 'Providence.'" ’”

Everyone was really afraid of this demonic grimace mastiff king, and they didn't dare to look at it, and they were afraid that if one of their eyes was wrong, they would anger it and break the chains, and everyone would be unlucky, so they hurriedly followed the village chief Luo into his earthen house.

The mud houses here are all built of rammed earth with a "dry base" structure, and according to the topography of the earthen beams and earth ridges behind them, they extend to the inside of the earth beams and earth ridges, forming a hybrid building with half cave and half construction.

From the outside, it looks a little dilapidated, but the inside is dry and cold, and it is very comfortable to live inside in the heat of this desert Gobi.

In this kind of earthen house, there is a "earthen stove shop" similar to the big fire kang in the northeast, which can be used for sitting and sleeping at night.

Everyone had a very good impression of this honest peasant man who was a little hunchback and tanned, so they decided to stay at his home.

Village Chief Luo beckoned everyone to sit on the earthen stove, he made a fire for the earthen stove, boiled two scoops of porridge in the stove, served it in a porcelain bowl, and distributed it to everyone to drink.

Say this is good, the locals call it "god porridge", the most can relieve fatigue, you are also very tired along the way, drink some to relieve fatigue.

Everyone held a porcelain bowl, like admiring the flowers in the flower pot, curiously looking at the porridge in this bowl, how to look at how a little uneasy, feeling very unhygienic, so you look at me, I look at you, hesitant did not dare to drink.

The village chief, Luo Laohan, urged everyone to drink it quickly, otherwise it would be greatly reduced in efficacy if it was cold.

Bai Yunfei took the bowl under his nose and sniffed it, it was a strange fishy smell.

It seemed to be a mixture of many disgusting things, not to mention the taste, but just looking at the color and shape of the porridge made people hesitate, so everyone put down the bowl with some embarrassment, and no one drank it.

The village chief of this Luo seemed to be unhappy that everyone did not drink the "welcome porridge" he made, his mouth pursed, and his face was a little ugly and he put away these bowls.

The rest of the time, everyone chatted with the village chief, from the history of the village to the unpredictable weather in the desert, and finally to the devil's city.

At this time, the sun had set, and the village chief Luo turned on the electric light of the house, and the light could shine directly in front of the stove in the outhouse, where he prepared several good dishes for everyone, all of which were native products and game in this poor and remote country.