As soon as Feng Hai's words came out, everyone nodded subconsciously.

"But it doesn't make sense!"

Da Shui scratched his head suspiciously, "The archaeological team has been going up the mountain for a long time, and the group of people who sent supplies went up the mountain once every two days, so there is no reason why they can't find the way!" ”

"If you can't find it, you can't find it the first time, why wait until this time..."

That's right!

Sending supplies to this group of people, it is certainly not once or twice to go up the mountain, but why did you get lost this time?

The people in Qiaojia Village suddenly stopped talking, you look at me, I see that you don't know the situation.

"Village chief, how did you know that the archaeological team suddenly 'disappeared'?"

Qiao Bo suddenly spoke, but he asked something that was not related.

The situation of the archaeological team, he just listened to Qiao An say a few words, and he never understood the specific situation.

How did the village know that something had happened to the archaeological team, and he never figured it out.

"Of course the guy who sent the supplies told us..."

The village chief subconsciously answered, and before he finished speaking, he also found a suspicious point.

"Wait..."

"Let me figure it out..."

"We went up the mountain two days ago, why... It was the stones that fell from the mountain that injured several villagers. ”

"On the hill we met the guy who was delivering supplies, and they told us that the people from the archaeological team were missing..."

"They were empty-handed, and they should have sent supplies to the camp before they discovered that the archaeological team was missing..."

"Since they have already discovered that the people of the archaeological team are missing, why did they go up the mountain to deliver supplies yesterday?"

The village chief and Feng Hai, you look at me, I look at you, "Will it..."

Did that guy really send supplies to the archaeological team yesterday?

"Village Chief, can you be sure that the two groups of supply teams you encountered are the same people?"

Qiao Bo's face was solemn, the situation on the archaeological team's side might be more complicated than they thought.

"This..."

When Qiao Bo said this, the village chief inevitably hesitated.

The two teams they met were wearing the same clothes, hats and masks, and they were tightly wrapped.

He really couldn't figure out if these two groups of people were the same group of people.

"It's not!"

Song Ning looked at the black mist that suddenly appeared above the village chief's head, and said with an ugly face.

The sudden appearance of black fog like this is either a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, and in the current situation, Song Ning is biased towards the latter.

The archaeological team is a team from Beijing, and the group that sent the supplies is most likely brought by themselves.

Not only the village chief couldn't figure it out, but it was estimated that the people in the town government couldn't figure it out either.

"The purpose of that group yesterday is unknown, so it's best not to act without permission."

Song Ning pulled Chobo's arm and made a dangerous lip shape at him.

Qiao Bo nodded knowingly, quickly contracted the team, and walked in the direction of the camp.

Although the canyon is full of low bushes, the roots and branches of the grass have grown into a single block because there are no people visiting them all year round.

Song Ning and his party walked with great difficulty.

"Okay?"

Gioboliso cut off the branches that stretched out with a knife, and looked back at Song Ning worriedly.

Song Ning walked in the middle, and on both sides there were young offspring holding machetes and constantly cutting branches.

The people who came with me this time have been collecting firewood in the mountains all year round, and their hands and feet are very neat.

She used to follow her master to travel in famous mountains and rivers, and her physical fitness was quite good.

But now the body is very squeamish, and after walking for such a while, the breathing is a little short.

"No..."

Song Ning can't feel the existence of her legs and feet now.

Beads of sweat wet her hair, as if she had just been fished out of the water.

"Erxi..."

Qiao Bo heard Song Ning's question and answer, decisively gave up the leading position and called Erxi over.

"You're out ahead! Remember the direction of the camp? ”

Erxi nodded excitedly, "Remember!" ”

Chopper patted him on the shoulder, "Over to you!" ”

"Okay!"

The second happily walked over with a machete.

After the people from Qiaojia Village passed, Qiao Bo helped Song Ning to sit down on a stone.

"Foot pain?"

Song Ning shook her head and said in frustration: "Not only my feet, but also my legs..."

Qiao Bo chuckled, scooped up Song Ning's legs, and began to rub his hands regularly.

"You're just too little exercise! When I got to the army, I got up early every day and ran with me..."

"Tap... It hurts..."

Song Ning grinned in pain, and did not forget to talk to Qiao Bo.

"I thought so! But you have to ask me to go to school..."

Speaking of going to school, Song Ning's mouth is almost able to hang an oil pot.

She is really not the material for studying, and she can't get into college in a few years!

"Can I not go to school, can't I go back to the army with you?"

Qiao Bo flicked his fingers on her smooth forehead, "Don't think about it! No way! ”

"People don't know how much they want to go to school! You're good! I don't want to go to school anymore..."

Song Ning covered her forehead and looked at him accusingly, "Comrade Qiao Bo, you bully me!" ”

"Is this also called bullying? Then I guess you'll have to take it honestly! ”

Qiao Bo's thumb gently swirled around the Neiguan acupoint on Song Ning's calf, and the sour pain made Song Ning's face wrinkled.

"It hurts..."

"Bear with it!"

Qiao Bo is not used to her at this time, and now he doesn't rub it, and when she calls back!

They had been delayed for a long time, and there was no one else in sight in front of them.

Qiao Bo finally let go of Song Ning's legs, and nodded Song Ning's nose funny, "I'm still angry!" ”

"Come up! I'll carry you! ”

Qiao Bo squatted down lightly in front of Song Ning and motioned for her to climb up.

"I can walk on my own! No need to carry it! ”

Song Ning pouted, although she knew that Qiao Bo did this for her good, but if he didn't coax her, she still had to be angry!

"That's not going to work!"

Qiao Bo deliberately made a straight face, "You are walking too slowly, we are already lagging behind, and if we don't leave, we won't be able to catch up with the big army!" ”

"You..."

"Ahh

There was a sudden scream in front of him, Song Ning stopped his mouth violently, and climbed on Qiao Bo's back neatly.

"Catch it!"

Qiao Bo grabbed Song Ning's leg, kicked his feet, and rushed out.

When Qiao Bo and Song Ning arrived, the people of Qiaojia Village were in a circle.

"What's wrong?"

Qiao Bo put down Song Ning and strode over.

"Chopper, look..."

The village chief got up and greeted Qiao Bo, making way for a gap.

Song Ning followed the gap and saw a middle-aged man in army green clothes and pants lying on the ground and fell asleep.

The luck on the top of the middle-aged man's head is not black, and he obviously won't be able to die for a while.

"The camp is ahead, could this person be someone from the archaeological team?"

The village chief had already tried the man's snort just now, but he didn't die, but he didn't know why he was unconscious.

Chopper crouched down and looked through the man's jacket pocket, pulling out a work card from inside.

"It's really a member of the archaeological team..."

Qiao Bo handed his work card to the village chief, "Take a hand, let's carry him to the camp first." ”

Erxi and Datou immediately stepped forward and carefully lifted the middle-aged man up.

"Oh He! This person named Liu Wen is still a person from the Beijing Museum..."

The village chief exclaimed with his work card, this archaeological team has a lot of energy!

Qiaojia Village is not far from Beijing City, and the village chief is also a person who has seen the market, so he naturally knows the weight of the Beijing Museum.