"My father didn't die, but he was also seriously injured, and he was old, so I came out this time, because my ancestors were a minority in the Western Regions - the Zagrama tribe, I don't know why, for thousands of years, none of the descendants of the tribe can live past forty years old, maybe this is the so-called curse!"

"Later, my maternal grandfather took my mother to the United States, the farthest place from Xinjiang, miraculously, my maternal grandfather is still alive, although he is not in good health, but at least he is still alive, but my mother died because of the curse, which is also the reason why my father went crazy to study the culture of refinement, and he wanted to lift the curse on me. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"It's a pity that he didn't succeed, but before World War II, an explorer named Walter entered the Taklamakan Desert, and although he was the only survivor of the entire expedition, the records in his notebook and the photos taken in his camera confirmed the existence of the exquisite ancient city."

Saying that, Shirley Yang handed the notebook in her satchel to Xia Yu.

"It's funny, you brought this notebook back to me."

Although Xia Yu knew that what was recorded in it was about going to the Exquisite Ancient City, he still opened the notebook, and only then did he think that his character in the Ghost Blowing Lantern World should not know English.

"Look, I know you know English."

Oops, yesterday's booklet of Shirley Yang Jun was written in English, Xia Yu was smart and was actually defeated in such a small detail, fortunately, Shirley Yang didn't ask him why he knew English, otherwise he would really not be able to answer.

After roughly flipping through it, Xia Yu also counted it in his heart.

"After my father's accident in the Kunlun Glacier, I began to have a dream over and over again, in the dream, there was a big black hole, hanging a coffin, engraved with ghost cave inscriptions, and there was a huge thing lying on top of the coffin, but I couldn't see what it was, and every time I tried to see it clearly, I woke up from the dream."

took the notebook handed over by Xia Yu, and Shirley Yang continued.

"Since there are such mysterious things as curses, it is not surprising to have such a dream, this dream must have a great connection with the Exquisite Ancient City, maybe when you will be able to see the scene in your dream." Xia Yu flickered.

"Is that so?" Shirley Yang had a confused look on her face.

"I understand what you think, in fact, my family is not bad for money, I just like to 'explore' with Fat Brother and Brother Hu, so I concealed my identity at the beginning, and now it's not suitable to say it, and the money you ask for is not for enjoyment, most of it is sent to Brother Hu's sacrificial comrades-in-arms, the remuneration you give this time is enough, I will help you as much as possible in the future, you don't have to have any psychological burden."

Xia Yu said a more brain-making reason, which is also very consistent with his previous identity, as a traveler in the film and television world, the benefits of plunder are the first, but it is also excellent to help his favorite characters in addition to this, so that although he is not great, he will not be labeled as selfish.

Some people say that Xia Yu covets Shirley Yang's beauty, but he also likes Hu Bayi and Wang Fatzi, well, some people want to say that he is bent, okay, don't explain.

"Thank you, no matter what happened to this trip to the desert, I want to thank you." Facing Xia Yu, Shirley Yang stretched out her hand again.

"You're welcome." The big hand and the small hand are shaken together at this moment, and to be honest, the "thank you card" is much better than the "good guy card".

"Let's get some drink and rest." Xia Yu unconsciously handed the kettle in his other hand to Shirley Yang, and when Xia Yu realized that something was wrong, Shirley Yang had already taken it.

It's not good, this pretending to be a big deal, Xia Yu can't care about such a dirty thing as indirect kissing at the moment.

After talking so much, Shirley Yang is also a little dry, although she is not as good as European and American women, but compared with domestic women at this time, her personality is considered to be arrogant, and she didn't pay attention to drinking a small sip at the mouth of the kettle.

Well? This taste, sweet, cool, has a feeling of heart-piercing coolness, is Sprite, although it is very common in the United States, but for China at this time, the rarity should be regarded as a special Moutai, it seems that what Xia Yu just said is really right.

"I'll take this bottle of 'water' and drink it, and I'll return the kettle to you after drinking."

Looking at the figure of Shirley Yang leaving, Xia Yu was stunned, and he didn't know that Shirley Yang had already made up a lot of brains at this moment.

However, she seems to have snatched a bottle of Sprite from me.

"Hey, that's my Sprite." Xia Yu naturally wouldn't say such a low line, but he felt a little funny.

Forget it, isn't it just a bottle of Sprite for three yuan, and he still has a box in his space.

"Brother Xia, I didn't say you, I told you to find me to change shifts in two hours, you have to boil it yourself, what should you do if your body bones are broken?" Hu Bayi, who slept until dawn, found that Xia Yu did not call him.

"Brother Hu, we have rough skin and thick meat, what's the point of staying up for a few nights." In such a situation, he can only shirk his health.

"That's not going to work either."

"Okay, I'll pay attention next time." When he said this, Xia Yu's heart moved.

From before entering here, Xia Yu knew that there was a huge ant nest under his feet, so his perception had been paying attention to the following, it was fine before, but just now, the vibration transmitted to his feet changed slightly, the wind and sand stopped, there were so many prey gathered here, and the ants under the ground were about to show their fangs.

"Brother Hu, let's pack up and leave quickly, the sandstorm has stopped, and it's no longer safe here." Xia Yu suggested quietly.

"What Brother Xia said makes sense, Professor Chen, let's hurry up and prepare, and strive to leave in half an hour." Glancing at his watch, Hu Bayi said.

Half an hour? The ants should have eaten them all in half an hour, but then Xia Yu couldn't say anything, wait for the desert marching ants to come out and drive you away.

"Ants, such big ants." Satipeng, who was tying up a sleeping bag, saw an ant the size of a thumb emerging from the sand, and his cry attracted everyone's attention.

"What's the matter, Xiao Sa, the ants are still making a fuss, or did you see an alien ant... Groove, it's really from an alien. The fat man also changed from complaining to being surprised when he saw the size of the ant.

There were more and more ants on the ground, until the sand began to rise to a height of more than 20 centimeters, and then "banged" open, and ants poured out like a fountain.

"It's not good, it's a desert marching ant, everyone get out of here." After all, it was the photographer of National Geographic, and Shirley Yang still recognized the ant.

The body is jet black, the tail is blood-red, once the group attacks, there is only a pile of white bones left in the living creatures where they pass, not desert marching ants or something.