Zhang Qixun saw through the car window that the group of people outside were laughing as if they had eaten two more bowls of rice at noon, and he was angry in his heart.

Damn the black blind!

Gritted his teeth and scolded, found water to wash his face, tidied up his hair and clothes, and Zhang Qixun lifted his legs and got out of the car.

With a calm face, the cold eyes stared at the death in a circle, and the smiles on everyone's faces gradually froze.

Zhang Qixun was satisfied.

After this joke and the atmosphere eased slightly, A-Ning ordered to rest in place, and when the sky was completely bright, he sent people to reconnoiter the camp.

They fled in a hurry, and the supplies on the car could not hold out at all for them to find the West Queen Mother, and they had to go back to find the Dingzhu Zhuoma and them, without a guide, their actions could only be stopped.

The shattered window glass was pieced together and glued with tape, barely usable.

The desert under the morning sun is long and beautiful, and the light and shadow flow in the straightest lines, like a magnificent oil painting, the gold and ochre are pure and mottled, as if carefully sifted through a huge sieve.

The cold winds that continue day and night shape the ridges and slopes into waves, which are extremely graceful and gentle waves, without a trace of ripples.

The red sun jumps out of the horizon, like a huge red agate, shining and charming.

The cameras in the car kept taking pictures, Wu Xiaoxiao let out a white breath, rubbed his somewhat stiff hands, and sighed in a low voice: "Even if you can't find the Mother Country of the West Queen, it is worth the trip to see such a beautiful scenery here."

Zhang Qixun laughed when he heard this, "You must not let A-Ning hear this, otherwise she can leave you in this hellish place and leave you to fend for yourself."

Wu Xiaoxie shrunk his neck, reached out and made a zipper gesture to his mouth.

When the sky was bright, A-Ning beckoned everyone to gather, and then arranged for the black blind man and the little brother, as well as Wu Lao Si and the three to go to investigate the situation.

In less than ten minutes, the car to the camp was driving back.

Wu Laosi got out of the car, his face was ugly.

A-Ning stepped forward, frowned, and asked, "What about the two of them?" How's the camp going?"

Wu Laosi looked sad, his eyes were a little red, "All of them are dead, those who didn't run out are not even the corpses, the scorpion tide has faded, and the black blind people stay to pack up their equipment."

The team of nearly fifty people was halved at once, but fortunately, most of the dead were hired temporarily.

When I hired someone, it was clearly written in black and white on the contract that this expedition could be very dangerous, and there was a high probability that death would happen.

Since they chose to give it a go and get the commission in advance, they should be prepared to pay the price at any time.

A-Ning's face was gloomy, as if he could drip water.

This time the division was unfavorable, with heavy losses, and the hearts of the people in the team were also a little fluctuating, so we must find the master Zhuoma as soon as possible to lead the way.

"What about the people in the village?" Aning asked.

Wu Laosi sighed, "I was about to tell you this, but the people in the village were also attacked, and the camels and sheep were also attacked."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but curse, and lowered his voice and said, "It was already enough to panic people, but that damn Tashi jumped out at this time and said that this Gobi has never been attacked by a scorpion tide before, it must be that we people are going to the devil's territory, and the devil is angry, so the devil sent an army of the undead to warn us and punish us."

"Those ignorant villagers also believed his nonsense, and took tools to drive us away, but the black blind man made a small shock, and they were afraid of it, and they only surrounded us, and did not dare to come forward."

A-Ning hurriedly asked, "Is Lord Dolma here?"

Wu Laosi's expression was a little strange, and his voice was lowered, "It's also strange to say, last night's scorpion swarm was so loud that it almost razed our camp to the ground, but it was too weird to bypass the tent of the Dingzhu Zhuoma."

A Ning's brows furrowed even tighter, he glanced at Zhang Qixun, thought for a moment, and said, "Don't worry about these for now, inform everyone to get in the car, and we will return to the camp."

Wu Laosi nodded and turned around

Go and call everyone on.

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Looking at the messy, bloodstained camp, Ah Ning's face gradually turned pale, and he asked softly in Tibetan, "Is that it?"

Zhang Ji looked at the villagers not far away who were holding nails, rakes and shovels with vigilant faces, and there was a white-bearded old man with an old shotgun in his hand, the muzzle of the gun drooping, and his posture was sophisticated.

"Perhaps." "If it's it, then its purpose this time is likely to be to sift through and solve some of the burdens that it doesn't need, and leave the useful. By the way, how was Jude Kao's Warring States Silk Book translated?"

Ah Ning frowned, "It was deciphered through a star map found under the bronze furnace of a Taoist temple, do you mean that there are traces of its meddling in it?"

Zhang Qixun laughed, "Shhh

The owner Zhuoma was helped by Tashi to talk to A-Ning, Tashi was not happy that his grandmother was still taking on such a dangerous job when she was old, especially after this incident, seeing A-Ning was blowing his beard and glaring, but he couldn't resist his grandmother, so he had to accompany him.

Everyone quickly sorted out the equipment that could still be used and moved it into the car.

The convoy left Lancuo and continued its march towards the no-man's land deep in the Gobi.

A-Ning sent two clever men and the lord Dolma to sit in a car and monitor her movements at all times.

It is worth mentioning that the middle-aged Tibetan woman who has been with the master Dolma is not there, and when A-Ning asked, the master Dolma only said that she had something to do and went home.

The road conditions are very bad, even for high-performance off-road vehicles, on such rocky steep slopes with rocks or deep pits popping up from time to time.

In such a place of death, you can't find anything that can sustain life, and all you can see is desolation, wind and sand are raging, and everywhere you go, even if you sit in the carriage and cover your face towel, your throat can't hide the dryness.

After two days of walking along the riverbed, the wind and sand became stronger and stronger, and the wind carried the gravel and gravel on the wheels, and the sky was brown, and the visibility outside the window was pitifully low.

As soon as the car in front of him passed, the ruts would be blown away by the wind, and the team leader's car had no idea where it had gone, and he could only hear A-Ning's voice constantly coming from the walkie-talkie on the console.

I drove a little further, and the signal was completely cut off.

In the endless yellow sand, it seemed that only one of them still survived.

The bearded foreigner and Zhang Qi were looking for their car, and at this time, they kept pressing the walkie-talkie like crazy, and broke down and shouted, "What should I do? The radio can't be contacted, and we're out of touch with the convoy!"

Wu Xiaoxie comforted him, "Don't panic, Muyu's speed is not fast, even if we deviate from the route, we will not be too far away from them, there are still supplies on the car, we can hold on until they find it."