The old lady asked for a price, although it was a bit of a robbery, but it was a real thing to collect the money.

There were three of us, each in a room, with a TV, a refrigerator, and even a shared bathroom with hot water and a washing machine.

After a few days of living like savages, we took a shower and took a nap in bed, and finally felt alive again.

At noon, the old lady prepared a meal for us, which was mutton pilaf and stewed yellow radish soup, which was hot and comfortable.

I had a hasty meal with Murphy and began to ride around the neighborhood.

Our location is already on the edge of the Ulan Le League, and according to the map, the location of a large area of mountains and dry riverbeds in front of us should be Zar Lake.

Go any further and you're out of bounds.

At first, I suspected that there was a huge pit under the Ulan League, and all the water veins were sucked into it.

But after surveying, there was nothing else in the ground except a few small rivers.

"Strange, this can't be!"

Murphy squatted on the ground, pulled out a Luoyang shovel one by one, and gently twisted the soil on it.

"The location shown on the map is clearly here, why isn't there a drop of water underground?"

I took out the compass, closed my eyes and pinched the spell again, trying to sense Sun Mingjin's breath.

Buzz Buzz –

After sensing the breath, the compass began to vibrate wildly.

The breath that had been interrupted was pouring out of the compass again, quietly connecting with the outside world.

The blood-colored red thread swirls around my body, as if Sun Mingjin is beside me!

After a few rotations, the compass returned to silence, and Sun Mingjin's aura disappeared with it.

Murphy was stunned and asked, "What's going on!?"

I whispered, "We were looking for the right thing, Sun Mingjin is around here. It's just that there seems to be an unknown barrier in this area, and I can't think of a way to break it for the time being."

After surveying all afternoon, I found nothing, but I managed to take a map of all directions, and put the maps together to create a one-to-one topographical map.

At night, to be on the safe side, Murphy came to my room after taking a shower and changing clothes, and lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

I made an appointment with her to sleep for four hours from twelve o'clock at night until eight o'clock in the morning.

The wind and sand in the Gobi Desert are very strong, even if there is a forest nearby, and at night, the sand crackles against the windows, and the visibility is barely five meters.

Today is the 11th month of the lunar calendar, and in the season of dripping water into ice, the full moon hangs high in the sky, and after the sand and dust fall, a circular outline can be faintly seen.

With the help of a lamp in front of my desk, I began to study the topographical map that I had sketched today.

We are located near mountains in the north, dry rivers in the south, and the vast Gobi Desert in the east and west.

In the Gobi, all things grow, plants and trees grow, and it stands to reason that there should be a water source, but the only thing missing is the Char Lake that should exist on the map.

Damn, where the hell did the lake go!?

I have followed my grandfather since I was a child, learning all kinds of formations and obstacles, but I can't see the doorway of Zar Lake.

I should have followed the woman who had slipped into my tent that night.

They appeared out of thin air, disappeared out of thin air, and caused strange toxins in their beards, perhaps related to the mysterious Lake Char.

I studied until about three o'clock in the morning, when suddenly there was a sound of horses' hooves outside the door.

Someone!?

I looked down from the balcony and saw a pair of young men and women, with a big boy about 1.8 meters tall behind me, but with braids and a red belly pocket.

When the boy entered the door, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Grandma, I'm hungry!"

It's weird.

I sensed from my breath that this guy is only about eight years old this year, but he is covered in tendons and flesh, and his bones are well developed.

Could it be that this guy grew up eating growth hormone?

The old woman who runs the place

The person ran forward with a smile on his face, hugged the giant baby and kissed it twice, and said with a kind smile: "My good grandson, I miss my grandmother!"

"Let's go, grandma will make you something to eat!"

Soon, a pickled fat sheep was set up in the yard, and the charcoal fire under it burned slowly, and soon the mutton was burnt and oily.

From the body of this man and woman, I felt a sense of anger, so I subconsciously turned off the lights to see what they wanted to do.

A family of four pulled out a sharp dagger from their waists, cut through the burnt and oily outside, and stuffed the half-cooked mutton into their mouths.

What surprised me the most was that the old woman, who had gray hair and a shriveled body, actually had a row of neat and sharp teeth.

The old woman chewed on the fresh pieces of meat with blood, the juice flowing down her chin, and the scarlet color looked particularly strange.

As the boy ate, he suddenly threw down the leg of mutton and cried, "Grandma, I don't want to eat this!"

The old woman picked up the leg of mutton on the ground and smiled dotingly, "Whatever your grandson wants to eat, grandma will make it for you."

The boy sniffled and grinned weirdly, "I smell the smell of people upstairs, are we a guest?"

Hearing this, I chuckled in my heart.

The boy looks like an ordinary human, how can he smell the breath of a living person.

The old woman's expression stiffened for a few seconds, and she smiled and said, "Good grandson, those are all guests of our family, and they have given us a lot of money."

"I don't want money, I want something delicious!"

The boy lost his temper and kicked down the roast lamb shelf, staring fiercely at the man and woman beside him.

"Dad, mother, you set up a pot for me to make a fire, otherwise I will eat you all!"

The man and woman were so frightened by their son that their expressions were extremely frightened, and after glancing at each other, they reluctantly went to the side to chop wood and prepare to make a fire.

The old woman hesitated for a few seconds, and then quickly grinned and said, "Okay, grandma go and light their room on ***, and I'll eat meat for my good grandchildren later, and I will grow up when I'm full!"

The boy smiled excitedly and clapped his hands, "I want to eat meat, I want to grow up!"

The strange scene sent chills down my spine when I saw it.

In the kitchen, there was the sound of a man and a woman sharpening knives, and the sneering was particularly harsh.

I immediately woke up Murphy and Beard, and the three of them gathered in a room and told them what had happened.

The bearded man looked frightened, and soon his eyes showed a fierce light, and he pulled out the dagger at his waist.

"They want my life, and I want theirs!"

"Mr. Zhuge , you'll look at me later!"

Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door twice, and the old woman's low and hoarse voice came from outside, "Young man, have you slept?"