A few hundred meters above the top of the Sun Cemetery layer, Lop Nur, which is riddled by wind and sand all year round and extremely arid, is another scene.

The July team has entered the Yadan landform group, and the sunset is dusk on this day, and the beauty of the sunset gradually dispels the fatigue of everyone for days.

Zhang Chen and Zhang Xi have adapted to the days of living in groups, they are piling up the earth on the ground, picking up dry branches and debris and other combustible materials, and setting up a small pot on the stove.

Ning Yun was not idle, but took a bucket of mineral water and poured it into a small pot.

"Girl, improve your food tonight?" Uncle Bayi's expression was always so kind.

Since entering Lop Nur, they have eaten stiff and dry compressed biscuits, and most of the rest of the time they have been on the road. There were a few more times when I got lost on the salt crust for no reason, and it took a lot of time to get out.

July raised her deep and dark contact lenses slightly, and looked at Bayi with a slightly relaxed smile, "Well, Zhang Yishan said that it is estimated that according to the route and process we are traveling, we will probably arrive at the Sun Tomb at noon tomorrow, and the big guy has been running for so long, it is time to comfort everyone." ”

Bayi hesitated, as if he had something to say, swallowed his saliva again, and swallowed back the words that came to his mouth. He has always disapproved of the team going deep into the Sun Tomb, even though he is an ethnic minority, but the concept of the tomb is the same as that of the Han people, and he will not be willing to go to the place where the ancients buried their bones.

July naturally understood his thoughts, so he had to groan and not deliberately ask.

Zhang Xi took a bottle of alcohol from the trunk and poured it on the firewood, twitching his hands and shaking the lighter, and the firewood ignited instantly.

A faint smoke curls up, and the afterglow of the setting sun lazily spreads the land, and the wind and sand seem to be much smaller than before.

The water vapor in the small pot began to boil, and it was obviously unrealistic to bury the pot in the desert to make rice, so Ning Yun took more than ten cans of canned food and heated them in the small pot.

"I still have a few bags of noodles in my car, I'll go get them." Zhang Chen shook off the dust on his coat and turned around and walked towards his off-road vehicle.

Everyone was nested around the off-road vehicle, sunbathing rarely, Lin Yiyi thought about going over to help make food, but after looking at Zhang Yishan twice, he retreated.

July looked around, smiled wryly, and held up the pair of binoculars to look into the distance. The daily itinerary is basically monotonous and repetitive, from strange to familiar for Lop Nur, and for July, it is neither liked nor hated.

"Caravan! There is a caravan in that direction. An exclamation of surprise came from Bayi, and just as he turned around, a line of slowly moving objects fell into his retina.

At first, I wasn't sure what it was, but what was precious on the Gobi was a moving life!

When he saw the objects moving on the Yadan group, he rubbed his eyes in disbelief and exclaimed loudly.

Everyone who was lazily waiting for the meal to be served shifted their gaze to one place, and July also pointed his binoculars in the direction pointed by Uncle Bayi.

Sure enough, it was a camel caravan marching on Yadan!

Zhang Yishan moved a few steps calmly, hooked the small pot with her legs and feet, and lifted the can to the ground, and she didn't notice that the hot water wet the pants.

Indeed, the appearance of the caravan tugged at the heartstrings of everyone.

The most violent reaction was obviously Uncle Bayi, who pointed at the group of people - strange guests coming from the sky!

"Smoke Soul, Smoke Soul!" He was very emotionally unstable, exclaimed the word "smoke soul" again and again, turned around and ran towards July's off-road vehicle.

Opening the car door and sitting directly in the driver's seat, July thought he would flee by car, and he was worried for a while.

Bayi just shivered and buried half of his body under the driver's seat, and without twisting the keys, he locked the windows and doors.

"No one will use camels as a means of transport in Lop Nur, and the use of camel caravans has long been ancient." Wu Jianguo somewhat understood Bayi's reaction, the old man always had a little bit of divine chatter, which was inseparable from the superstitious traditions of the locals.

Zhang Hua stared into the distance, "Camels are only used when crossing large desert areas, and most of them now use off-road vehicles, so the role of camels is getting smaller and smaller, and the cost of renting a team of camels is definitely not cheap, and few people use such a stupid method." ”

July's puzzled eyes gradually became clear and clear, and it turned out that there was still this truth in it, "But Uncle Bayi said that the smoke soul? ”

"Where the smoke comes from, it's all superstitious by the locals. But this group of people is too weird, no wonder the old man is suspicious. Wu Jianguo smiled and glanced at Bayi in the off-road vehicle.

When the off-road convoy spotted the caravan walking on the Gobi, the people on the other side of the caravan apparently noticed the huge vehicles.

So they changed their direction and rode on their camels with the light of the setting sun on their backs.

A pitch-black shadow jumped forward before the caravan, and when it was almost close to the convoy, Zhang Hua, who was standing at the forefront, saw what it was.

"Tibetan mastiff, this is!" He stumbled on his legs, fell backwards, and fell.

Look at this Tibetan mastiff again, it is about 1.5 meters long, and its shoulders are as high as 0. 8 meters. Strong and well-developed muscles, covered with an erect mane all over the body.

As soon as he arrived in front of Zhang Li, he pounced violently, revealing his fierce face, and his mouth with a huge bite force was about to reach his throat.

Even if everyone wanted to help, they didn't dare to go over, and at this moment, a person behind the Tibetan mastiff shouted: "Mica, stop!." ”

Its ears are sensitive, and when it heard that it was its master who was angry, it immediately drooped its head and lay on Zhang Li's body, and licked Zhang Li's face with pity with its tongue.

Zhang Li was shocked, looked at the big dog worriedly, let it press on him, and gasped in a low voice and didn't dare to move.

"This dog is so handsome, it's really cool to raise this thing and take it out, it's ruthless enough!" It was Fan Cheng who spoke, and he peeked at the black-haired Tibetan mastiff, revealing a greedy gaze.

The camel caravan approached, and the camel drove a blonde foreigner, with a towering nose, deep eyes, a straight dark suit, and a delicate bow around the neckline!

He gracefully beckoned to the big dog named Mica, and the Tibetan mastiff ran to the man with a large round body.

Zhang Hua breathed a sigh of relief, patted the dog hair stained on his body, and there was a faint anger on his face, "Foreigner, you dog is too unkind." We didn't ****** provoke you again, and we let the dog bite us as soon as we met! ”

"He doesn't seem to understand you, you have to speak English to communicate with foreigners." Fan Cheng stood in front of Zhang Hua, nodded and said, "Hello, look, I scared our people, how much compensation for mental damages." ”

"Smack!"

Zhang Yishan couldn't help but say that she immediately gave Fan Cheng a slap, squinted at him, "You distinguish the situation first, don't think with your ass." ”

The subsequent caravan approached, a team of more than a dozen camels, each with a curved curve hanging from its side. The camels sat tall Europeans, and the tiredness of the vicissitudes of the bumps hung on the faces of the camels, and the shriveled water bladders hung weakly on the camels.

Fan Cheng covered the red and swollen half of his face, and just wanted to have a seizure, but when he saw the person who came, he suddenly wilted.

A tall camel broke out of the caravan, and on the camel sat a sturdy middle-aged man, who was clearly a local guide by his facial features.

He first asked a few people in Uyghur, and Wu Jianguo glanced at his own people, shook his head awkwardly, and shrugged his shoulders.

"You speak Mandarin?" Zhang Chen put down the pot and asked.

"Language barrier, call Bayi over." Zhang Xi stared at the man with the Tibetan mastiff, and her gentlemanly demeanor and handsome appearance attracted her deeply.

Zhang Yishan took a step forward and asked in fluent English: "Who are you, do you know how to speak Chinese?" ”

Ning Yun approached July and pulled the placket of her clothes, "Girl, don't you think this group of people is very strange?" ”

At the end of the caravan is a net of two camels with ropes as thick as their arms, and a heavy coffin is encased in the net. At first glance, the exterior of the coffin has been corroded to the point that it seems that the weight is concentrated and the camel is a little overwhelmed.

"This Tibetan mastiff is very similar to the breath of Ling Yan's old cat," Ning Yun turned his gaze to the menacing Tibetan mastiff again, "Girl, look at its dog paws, I'm sure it must have dug up the bones of dead people through the tomb." ”

Lingyan, a Siamese cat raised in southern Yunnan in July, belongs to this specially trained species, and what they have in common is that they have a keen sense organ and can catch all the evil spirits and ghosts in the tomb in time. She didn't believe it at first, but after Ning Yun whispered many points, she realized that this Tibetan mastiff was indeed very special, with a layer of black soil and coffin debris in its claws.

The handsome gentleman in front of you is a tomb robber?

The foreigner squatted down and affectionately wrapped his arms around the Tibetan mastiff's neck and stroked its thick mane twice, and the Tibetan mastiff's deep and fierce gaze seemed to be communicating with him in some kind of information.

He looked around, his eyes stayed on July who was wearing a snow-white fox fur, his dusty temperament and dignified and demure beauty made him fall for himself.

"SvenHedin, beautiful lady, you can call me Sven." Out of politeness, he still took off the barrel top hat on his head and bowed slightly in response to Zhang Yishan's words.

"Your outfit is truly special, and it's a pleasure to meet you here." Zhang Yishan is a mixed-race child, who has received a Western-style education since childhood, and has a good impression of the foreigner in front of him.

"What is the name of this foreigner, just ask him how to count the dog bite today." Fan Cheng half covered his face, watching Zhang Yishan and foreigners fighting hotly, and his face was not very happy.

Foreigners who can afford to raise Tibetan mastiffs are naturally rich people, this is Fan Cheng's idea. Even if he wasn't the one who was bullied by the dog, he wanted to find a reason to extort a sum of money.