The sorrow in my heart, looking around, is the desolate sorrow of the yellow sand, which makes Mo Neng even more sad.

Looking at Mo Neng's appearance, the old mule himself was the same, there was nothing to say, and his eyes were also red and swollen like peaches.

Only the old witch patted Mo Neng with trembling hands, and said to Mo Neng in a trembling voice: "Little Mo! We have to go out to find clues, and now is not the time to grieve."

Hearing the old witch's persuasion, Mo Neng whined, and suddenly let out a wolf-like roar, "Who is it, I will definitely break you into ten thousand pieces!" The sound echoed on both sides of the gorge and could not be silenced for a long time.

The three of them didn't dare to stay, for fear that if there were any clues outside, they would be buried if they were blown by the wind and sand.

The three of them didn't say anything, they all knew what to do, and in three directions, their figures threw themselves into the vast sea of sand.

Fortunately, looking at the unchanged sand ridge pattern, it can be deduced that there has been no strong wind here for several days, which makes Mo Neng feel a lot more relieved.

Along the way, there is no special place, they are all familiar with the environment, such a big thing happened, the whole village disappeared, the strange thing is that there is no trace on the sand sea, if it is a person, at least it will leave a trace of walking.

Along the sand ridge, facing forward, the breeze gently pushes the sand grains, forming graceful lines, which is an eternal sight in the Venus Red Star.

But if you look closely, the beetle will leave shallow traces on it, and this kind of trace, if you have not lived on the red star for many years, the average person will not be able to distinguish.

Mo Neng walked while carefully looking at the traces left by the beetle, the frightened beetle and the beetle that usually moved, and the beetle that ate, all had different traces.

This sea of sand is a place that Mo can be familiar with, and after years of training, Mo can feel the breath of every place here with his eyes closed.

Living here for many years, I know that there are some special beetles here, and they are buried deep in the sand.

After walking for a while, looking at the slight changes in the lines, Mo could find that these beetle lines were all pointing in one direction, stretching out to the front as if they were nothing.

Following the fine lines, I couldn't come here after turning over three sand ridges, and I saw from a distance that there was a black object in the distance.