While I meditated on the mountain of life and death, the old pedant had gone far. () Naturally, what role will this force, which is even more secretive than our Seven Gates of the River in the incident, appear this time, and what role will it play in the end?

I found Fuba and Lao Youzi, the kind of people with water in their eyes, followed me under the river, and vaguely felt that I might not be an ordinary river beach person, but was close to Lao Fubatao, and wanted to go with us. I politely declined, and after a few days of delay here at the mouth of the old river, after staying up all night, I immediately took the old man on the road again.

There were no accidents along the way, we passed from Shaanxi to Gansu and finally to Qinghai. The source of the big river is said to be in the Bayan Kala Mountain in Qinghai, which is extremely far away, and the conditions at that time were really limited, and there was no faster means of transportation on the Gobi Desert. When I arrived in Gongzi, after several twists and turns, I found a local, who was called Ga Lao Zang, who was in his forties, who used to walk on the Gobi, pan for gold, and dig Cordyceps, and had a lot of experience.

Lao Zang took three camels, and walked as slowly as if he was crawling on the boundless land, but he was not in a hurry, and the environment at that time could only be used in this way to slowly advance in the no-man's land. We basically followed the direction of the river in Qinghai, so that we could go all the way to the final valley of the Kariqu River. With Lao Zang leading the way, it is only a matter of time before it is slow but in the right direction, and it is only a matter of time before it approaches the source of the big river.

After walking for about three or four days, I got acquainted with Lao Zang and listened to him talk a lot about things on the Gobi Desert. The area is deserted, and there is no vegetation on the Gobi, and the old wilt is getting wilted more and more, which is very boring. By the afternoon of the fourth day, we could see in the distance a rolling sandy field in front of us, like a small hill. Although it is not really close, it is a lush green little by little, like an oasis in the middle of the desert. In such a place with lush vegetation, there is usually a large stream of water, and the old man suddenly came to his senses, and he jumped up and wanted to run in that direction.

"No way!" Lao Zang didn't say a word, his stout body straightened, and directly blocked Lao Fuba, waving his hand and saying, "That place, you can't go." ”

"What's the matter, there are still people who charge tickets? I'll give you money. Lao Fuba looked at Lao Zang's expression, a little unconvinced, and muttered.

"It's not." Lao Zang talked to us in the local dialect, which sounded very laborious, but in the end he stumbled and figured it out, he said, the place in front of us is called Jing'er Lake. Those who often walk on the Gobi Desert know that Jing'er Lake is like a pearl on the Gobi, but it must not be approached, and many people who approach Jing'er Lake will go into the water unconsciously, and then never float up.

Lao Zang's words obviously have a strong folklore color, and I can't believe it, but we still have something very important to do, and we don't want to waste time that there is no need to waste, so I persuaded Lao Fuba and looked up in the direction of Jing'er Lake again. Qinghai is the birthplace of the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Canglan River, and the water system in the territory is actually very developed, the area of Jing'er Lake is not too large, and the water source should be a small tributary of the Yellow River.

We avoided Jing'er Lake directly, and walked around the side, probably less than five or six miles, when the three camels moving slowly suddenly became a little restless, raised their heads and hoofs, and the camel bells on their necks jingled. The camel is very docile, and if there are no accidents, it is rare to have such a move, Lao Zang suddenly became alert, and looked up.

In the distance, it was like a strong gust of wind, which swept up the dust and sand on the Gobi and surged from the other end of the horizon. The three restless camels around them began to dig the pit with their front hooves, lying prone on the ground and burying their heads in the pit. Lao Zang looked at the sand ball like a dark cloud, and hurriedly shouted: "Why did you suddenly come here at this time!" ”

"What's going on?" The place where Lao Fuba lived had never seen such a powerful wind and dust and sand, and he was dizzy at that time, and turned his head to look back and forth.

"Dust Storm!" Lao Zang quickly began to pack up the camel's things, while quickly chattering to us, the Gobi Desert with camels and sufficient provisions, although the conditions are difficult, but always sleepy people, the most terrifying thing to go to the Gobi is the sandstorm, a big sandstorm, enough to cover anything on the ground. And once the wind picks up and you see the edge of the dust storm, you can't run away even if you run hard.

"What to do! Where to hide! ”

"Over there! Go over there! Lao Zang didn't care about anything, and ran to the left with his legs.

The dust storm was abrupt without warning, it came too violently, and it had just run out less than a hundred meters, and the edge of the dust storm that seemed to be far away had already rolled to a place less than a mile ahead. Lao Zang felt that he couldn't run, the wind was sticking to the ground, making people a little unstable when they stood up, and in that case, no one could take care of anyone.

"Don't panic! Don't panic! Lao Zang opened his throat as he ran: "Wait a minute, if you hear someone calling you, don't respond!" Remember! ”

"Huh!?" The old man was confused, and his curiosity was still very strong at this time.

"Sand ghosts! When a dust storm appears, there will always be sand ghosts."

Before Lao Zang's explanation was finished, a swarming dust storm was like a huge wave on the sea, covering the sky and devouring everything on the ground with lightning speed. The old man pulled me hard, his body was shaking, I pushed him, the wind was so strong that the two of them could barely hear each other's voices close to their ears. I motioned for him to leave me alone, but Lao Fuba refused, but probably considering that if the three of them were served in one pot, they would not even have a chance to rescue in the end. The old man shrank and plunged into the ground, which was his forte, staying in the dirt and not being threatened by the dust storm.

The old man hid, but I really couldn't dodge, and when I turned my face, the wind behind me wrapped in a dense layer of sand and slammed my head and face. This was probably the most violent wind I had ever seen in my life, and the body of more than a hundred pounds was like a straw in the gale, and it couldn't stand at all, and it stumbled far away. This time I couldn't stop anymore, and in the direction of the wind, I was blown vigorously, and I couldn't open my eyes, all covered by dust and sand.

At that moment, the whole person seemed to be swept into another world, I barely reached out to carry the clothes, my head got into the clothes, my body shrunk into a ball, and let the wind and sand roll my body on the ground. Without any sense of direction, it was dark, rolling back and forth for a while, and through the gap between the buttons of my clothes, I saw Lao Zang's figure swaying in the wind and sand, and quickly reached out and grabbed him. But the wind was too strong, and a piece of Lao Zang's clothes were torn off, and the two were forced to separate again.

The road behind has to be led by Lao Zang, and I don't want him to have any accidents. The strong physique finally showed its effect at this time, and I stuck to the ground, hard against the invasion of the strong wind, and crawled hard in the direction that Lao Zang staggered out. Climbed out for a while, Lao Zang over there hugged a camel lying on the ground, I was swept by the wind, my heart was anxious, the blood in the body rumbled and flowed, the three big tripods seemed to be pressed on the top of the head, and the body immediately weighed as if it weighed thousands of pounds, struggling to stabilize, step by step towards Lao Zang.

Lao Zang hugged the camel's neck with one hand, and with the other hand stretched out, he pointed into the distance. There is an abandoned sandcastle over there, built a long, long time ago, and passers-by usually go inside to avoid any special circumstances. The camels were frightened at this time, and they couldn't catch up, and if they wanted to go to the sandcastle, they had to touch it themselves. I crawled up to Lao Zang and dragged him away. The two of them crawled together, and the sand fell on them one by one, and if they stopped for a second, they seemed to be buried in the ground.

After a few minutes of doing this, the wind speed began to change, sometimes heavy and sometimes small, and the sand rose and fell, like clouds surging in the air before heavy rain. It's terrifying, and it's a bit fantastical. Lao Zang's body is very strong, but it is not as tough as me at this moment, and I have to drag and pull to barely climb forward. The most important thing about a dust storm is not that it comes suddenly, but that it lasts for an indefinite time, some of which may be short-lived, but some of which last for days, and if there is no safe place to hide, it will not last long. I held my breath, pulled Lao Zang hard, and took advantage of the weakening of the wind to rush forward more than ten meters away.

A cloud of surging sand and dust covered me like a tide, I could barely catch Lao Zang around me, my hand was slightly loosened, Lao Zang's whole person was like a kite, and he was swept out far away. I couldn't open my eyes because of the sand, so I covered my head and dodged for a while, and when the sand passed, I tried to open my eyes, and my vision was quite unclear, more blurry than being stuck in a thick fog. Vaguely, I saw a shadow flickering in the sand, and I grabbed it desperately, and then suddenly crawled forward, trying to avoid this cloud of rapid dust.

At that time, I was thinking about fleeing for my life, and at the same time I felt the power of nature in my heart, this dust was not the most powerful sand and dust on the Gobi, but it was more difficult to deal with than a hundred or even a thousand enemy sieges from the side gates, and I couldn't rush out. I dragged Lao Zang and struggled to climb out more than ten meters away, and the wind weakened a little.

"Don't Leave Me Behind"

"Hmm." I vaguely heard the old Tibetan muttering behind me, I didn't think much about it at the time, and casually responded, but my brain flashed like lightning, and I felt that it was wrong. In this kind of fierce wind and sand, shouting face-to-face at the top of the throat may not be able to hear the other party's words clearly, but this voice is like a mosquito humming, but it penetrates into the ears word for word.

As soon as I turned my head suddenly, the hairs on my body immediately stood upright, and there was still a shadow of Lao Zang behind me, and what I was holding in my hand was a person with a white face and lime, ragged, staring at me honestly.