Although the handwriting is somewhat distorted, it is still very legible, almost the same as the font found on the previous strips of cloth, with a sense of grace in it, and it is needless to think that it must have come from the hands of women.

The strip of cloth once said "watch out for her", which made us fall into the clouds, and now this mysterious person took advantage of the panic to sneak the note into my backpack again, telling me that she is here!

Who is she?

I glanced around at the restless team, the Uyghur guide had already led the camel and ran out more than ten meters away, Gu Yixin and the sixth master also rode back on the camel's back, and walked forward slowly, and the others had all been put in order, or on foot or on a camel, and began to move under the gaze of Zhang Xuefeng's star. Everyone is the same as usual, who will be this person who secretly left the note?

Gao Moli noticed my abnormality, walked up to me quietly, raised his hand to take off my backpack and threw it to the black bull, who caught it and tied it to the hunchback luggage rack with hemp rope.

I took the opportunity to unfold the note in front of Gao Moli, Gao Moli looked at the four twisted words on the note, stunned for a moment, his brows were still slightly urged, and said faintly: "She, sure enough, is here." ”

"Found in the bag, who is this person?" I whispered, looking sideways at Gao Moli, trying to get an answer from him.

Gao Moli took the note and held it in his hand, his eyes fell on me, and he said lightly: "Let's go, when the time is right, I will tell you." ”

"Don't, you can tell me now, who is the person who left the note three times twice? What purpose does she have? I insisted, "If you don't make it clear, I'll feel like a fish bone stuck in my throat!" ”

"Now, if she is exposed, you can't protect her at all." Gao Moli said firmly.

I subconsciously quibbled: "I can't protect it?" You can! ”

"She has nothing to do with me." After Gao Moli finished speaking coldly, he didn't seem to have any intention of continuing to argue with me, and walked forward with the team, leaving me alone with a messy pestle in place.

The black bull came with the camel in tow, touched me with his elbow, and asked in a low voice, "Old Su, what are you two muttering?" Let's talk about it first, we have to hold a congress of three people if we have something, and you can't talk in private! ”

I thought about it, and I still don't tell Hei Niu about the note for the time being, as far as his urgency is concerned, he must be more tormented than me if he knows it, so he cleared his throat and said with a smile: "If there is really something important, how dare I hide it from you, why are you also a core member of our small team, but trivial things, I am really embarrassed to alarm you." ”

Hei Niu said: "That's right, trivial things, I don't bother to listen to Master Niu, I don't want to plug my ears!" ”

While talking, the two of them followed the team forward. The team pulled apart in a row, slowly moving forward in the sea of sand like scars.

When the scorching sun is in the sky, the endless desert is scorched out of layers of heat waves, heat waves are swaying, and the figures and camels walking in front of the team are quickly shaken and confused, looking at it from afar, it seems to be real and illusory!

The fatigue and fatigue that followed are needless to say. The brigade marched like the walking dead in the vast sea of sand for two days and one night, during which they only rested for more than four hours to hide from the wind and sand, and the monsoon wind blew the river without a trace. In fact, long before the monsoon, the traces of above-ground rivers have gradually weakened, and there are signs of gradually transforming into underground rivers. I consulted with the Uighur guides, and we had to walk along the relatively dense area of camel thorns.

Camel thorn is a drought-tolerant plant in the Taklamakan Desert. It has a well-developed root system, usually up to 20 meters long, and can absorb underground water and nutrients from deep deserts. Even if the river turns underground, it will leave a clear mark on the desert, and the dense camel thorns are a testament to its existence.

But two days later, the camel thorns on the desert disappeared abruptly, and as far as the eye could see, the vast sea of sand was vast, and there was no trace of any vegetation.

The Uyghur guide knelt on the ground, grabbed a handful of sand, scattered it casually, and said to me in a cracked and hoarse voice: "Brother Su, there is no way. ”