After walking in the camel team for half an hour, we actually saw a few touches of green, which were cacti!
For us who enter the desert, this is really rarer than real money and silver.
The group of camels raised by Ayim Khan were so impatient that they bit the cactus and started chewing it, regardless of the thorns on it.
Lao Jiang also cut off a large cactus with a knife, peeled off the skin carefully, and handed the juicy green meat to He Lanxue and Yin Ling'er: "Ximei, Ling'er, please quench your thirst."
I asked Lao Jiang, where is mine?
Old Jiang glanced at me and threw the remaining skin full of thorns to me. I didn't scold him either, because I knew that it would be useless to scold such a master who is so unrighteous.
I just quietly placed the cactus on his camel cushion while he was going down to smoke.
I believe that wonderful things will happen later!
But when Lao Jiang's butt was stabbed, he retaliated with tooth, making my butt also enjoy what it means: sitting on pins and needles.
This is really shooting yourself in the foot!
In the afternoon, after a brief repair, the team continued to move forward under the leadership of the white camel. Diaoye told me: "Now there is good news and bad news! The good news is that if we go fast enough, we will reach the range of the pagoda before sunset tomorrow."
"If possible, Li Jinglan, I hope you will reveal the secret of the two newly acquired statues before this happens!"
"Because there is another bad news..."
Diaoye let it slip, which made us anxious and asked him what bad news he had.
Master Diao then spoke slowly: "The bad news is that the pagoda we are looking for can move."
"move?"
When I heard this word, I was filled with disbelief.
How can a tomb run around? It doesn't have legs.
The people in the Free Commune were also full of suspicion and asked Mr. Diao what the situation was and if he could explain it in detail.
Diao Ye spread his hands and said, "Except for knowing that the pagoda can be moved, those Sanskrit words didn't reveal any more than a single word."
Others asked Diao Ye if there was a deviation in the translation. Diao Ye replied hoarsely: "This possibility is very small. I believe there is no one in the country who understands Kumarajiva's "Lotus Sutra of Wonderful Dharma" better than me! The vast world in the desert has changed. , maybe a moving tomb is the most brilliant anti-theft method left by the original designer?”
Lao Jiang immediately threw the two clay statues into my arms and ordered: "Little bastard, I'll rely on you when I take a break next time."
I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him: "How come you can't think of good things from me?"
Lao Jiang chuckled and said, "Heaven is going to entrust my disciple with a great responsibility. He must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, and deplete his body. Master, this is an opportunity for you to exercise, so cherish it."
I didn't know how to describe this master who could kill a thousand swords, so I simply turned my head and ignored him.
Unexpectedly, just as the camel team set off again, something strange happened.
The radio set on the back of the last camel started to beep!
Lao Jiang immediately looked suspicious, and I nodded to him to show that I heard him, and then asked Ayim Khan to stop the camel team.
Lao Jiang quickly ran over to investigate, and the radio was indeed ringing. It kept making rapid beeping, beeping, and beeping sounds, as if it was a reminder from the Lord of Hell.
Lao Jiang stretched out his hand: "Paper and pen."
I quickly gave him what he needed. Lao Jiang put the walkie-talkie to his ear with his left hand, looking serious, while he quickly recorded with his right hand.
What appears on the white paper is: M-A-Y, D-A-Y!
M-A-Y，D-A-Y!
M-A-Y，D-A-Y!
Three times, it's the same line of English letters, followed by a big exclamation point.
An unprecedented tension was penetrating the radio and shrouding our team.
I quickly asked Lao Jiang what this meant?
Lao Jiang looked at the letters and explained: "This is an international radio distress signal. The translation is, help, help, help! Please come to rescue us quickly."
Hearing this, I couldn't help but be stunned.
You must know that we are carrying a small radio, and the signal range that can be received is only within ten kilometers at most.
But how could there be someone in the desert constantly sending out distress signals?
Are they near us?
What happened again?
I swallowed and made a bold guess: "Could it be Shen Xiaoyu and the others?"
Lao Jiang shook his head: "This is not the band we agreed on in advance, it is not them."
I breathed a sigh of relief, and then I heard Lao Jiang add: "Besides, I know that guy's character. Even if he is eaten by a monster, he will not ask me for help."
I asked again: "Who could that be? Could it be Warner and the others?"
Lao Jiang fiddled with the walkie-talkie with half doubt: "It's not like that. Isn't he exposing himself like this? What's more, as an international thief who has traveled around the world, he would be stupid enough to send out a distress signal in the desert? It would be worse. Take the extra two steps.”
I couldn't help but frown: "It's neither this nor that. Is this a radio sent by a ghost?"
Lao Jiang was stunned this time, his throat rolled, and he uttered a question that surprised even him: "What if it's really a ghost?"
This sentence was like a knife piercing my beating heart.
Lao Jiang pointed to the radio and said: "Do you know what channel this continuous distress signal is sent from? It is a channel that has been abandoned for more than ten years..."
When radio was first used among civilians, many explorers regarded it as a treasure and used it to maintain communication between teams.
It’s just that the initial channels had a short transmission distance and were easily interfered by sandstorms or rainy days, so they were gradually replaced by better channels.
It can be said that no one will activate those old-fashioned channels now, unless... it is some supernatural event!
For example, a European passenger plane crashed into the sea, and no one among the 130 people survived, but the sea area where it crashed still sent out a distress call, full of calls for help and miserable cries.
While talking, Lao Jiang took out a Hardman and started smoking it.
I hesitated for a long time and asked Lao Jiang what should I do now?
Lao Jiang took a deep breath, pulled out the cigarette butt and said, "Ignore it."
It's just that his face is slightly heavy, and he doesn't seem to be as calm as he appears on the surface.
We continued on our way, but after walking a few steps, the telegraph machine beeped again!
This time, in addition to the distress signal sent by the ghost channel, there was also a distress signal sent by another new channel.
At this time, Lao Jiang only had half of his cigarette left, and his lips while holding the cigarette were trembling slightly. After he translated this distress signal, it was no longer in English, but in Chinese. It was a strange line of text: My Apple The tree withered.
Lao Jiang took a few puffs of cigarette, and the whole cigarette was finished like this. His expression was no longer calm, and his panic could no longer be concealed: "Oops, this is an emergency call from the other team of Qilin. Shen Xiaoyu and the others problem occurs!"
My whole heart suddenly lifted. Without thinking, Lao Jiang got a radio back and wanted to ask for the other party's specific coordinates.
But they seemed to be in a hurry and didn't know where they were?
He just replied: We are in a dark fog, with no way to the sky and no way to the earth.
I don’t know what this sentence means, but I can clearly feel Shen Xiaoyu’s despair from the text. He is with Baldhead, and there are other unicorn masters, and even the person called God. , will they also fall into a dead end?
Lao Jiang and He Lanxue had a brief discussion and then came up with a plan: "Split the troops!"
The majority of the troops stayed where they were, while we Qilinxi people went to search for the source of the distress signal. We must get to the bottom of it!
But Mr. Diao and Professor Xiang Wanli were worried and only asked us Westerners to go. Xiang Wanli sent a young man named Lin Qiu Sheng from the Free Commune to be with us.
Lin Qiu
Sheng once worked in the archaeological team. He is very good at search and rescue and has good skills. He may be able to help a little.
We couldn't refuse Xiang Wanli's kindness, and having witnessed Xiao Wu's sacrifice with our own eyes, everyone's respect for the Free Commune has already deepened a lot.
Diao Ye sent Crow and Xiao Hei with him.
He still looked calm: "Xiao Hei will find someone. If you take him with you, maybe he won't die so quickly..."
"Okay! Let's take care of each other." Lao Jiang clasped his fists towards Master Diao and made a gentleman's agreement with him.
The team that stayed behind only waited for us for twelve hours.
After twelve hours, if we haven’t come back yet, it’s up to Mr. Diao to decide whether to leave or stay!
Because if we're not back in twelve hours...
Then I’m afraid I’ll never come back!
