After Feng Lao calmed down enough to say calmly: "You can turn around now!"
I turned around and found that the big bronze bell had rolled down on the sand and was neatly split in half from the middle. I'm afraid it's just that...
As the bronze bell was split open, it seemed as if golden light shot out from it, shining on the Welwitschia plants.
Then I saw the Welwitschia flowers fading little by little, and the blood red gradually faded into white, almost transparent.
God, who is this old man? He actually, actually...
I no longer know what words to use to describe him. I only know that all worldly words seem much shallower when used on him.
As Qilin calls him, a god-like figure.
He is worthy of being called the God of Qilin, and only this word is enough to match him!
The mist in the distance also dissipated little by little, revealing green-eyed sprites. When those sprites saw the broken bell, they not only did not come forward to fight us, but bent their knees and shed two lines of clear tears towards us. Kneel down and kowtow.
"Their duty is to be the tomb beasts. They cannot leave even if the undead souls are gone."
"It's fine now, everyone is relieved." Feng Lao happily picked up the wine gourd.
Nuwa Xiaoxiao cleared her throat beside her: "Lao Feng, if you don't save yourself, you will have to drink urine."
Mr. Feng was not angry, but instead squinted at the scorching sun in the sky: "Can't we leave this ghost place soon?"
What does it mean?
Will we be able to leave the desert soon?
But haven’t we yet found Monk Le’s pagoda and gotten the colorful glass relic?
As the undead were released, the mist became lighter and lighter.
At this moment, Xiao Hei suddenly spread his wings and took off, rushing out from the back of the crow, like an arrow off the string!
"Xiao Hei!"
The crow was about to whistle to call it back, but was forced to stop by a scene in the sky. A white eagle was seen swooping down from high in the sky.
That's Xiaobai!
Although they had only been separated for less than two days, the two eagles seemed to be separated for life and death, circling around each other, just like a newlywed couple, rubbing each other's ears.
At the same time, a melodious sound of camel bells came, and I saw the leader Diao Ye and Ayim Khan.
When I saw Ayimhan's face, I was startled and murmured uncontrollably: "I know who he is, I know who he is."
The same outfit, the same face shape, the same smile, and a big golden earring hanging on the left ear...
I murmured twice, which aroused Yin Ling'er's curiosity: "Who are you talking about?"
I was so excited that I told her: "It's that big man from the northwest, the guide of the Sino-US joint expedition team who was trapped in a death spiral."
Yin Ling'er tilted her head, but her mind hadn't turned around yet.
I quickly came to Lao Jiang. At this time, Lao Jiang was looking at Ayimhan in deep thought, obviously thinking of getting together with me.
Ayimhan's unique accent could still be heard in his ears: "Wait for me, it's not easy for me as an old man, please slow down."
Diaoye and the others were in a hurry and quickly joined us!
Lao Jiang couldn't help but give Master Diao a grateful look. It was originally agreed that if we didn't come back within twelve hours, Master Diao could lead the team on his own. After all, he has a treasure map in his hand and has experience in robbing tombs in the northwest. By then, won’t he be able to choose the treasures in the pagoda?
In the end, Diao Ye chose...
Xiang Wanli also came to us. He was so excited that he patted Lao Jiang on the shoulder: "That's great, Mr. Jiang, you are all still here!"
Lao Jiang nodded towards him.
"These are..." Xiang Wanli looked at Shen Xiaoyu and others.
We introduced them one by one. The moment she saw Ayimhan, Shen Xiaoyu couldn't help but frown: "You, it's not..."
I squeezed his hand tightly and told him to stop talking nonsense.
At this time, the morning sun was rising, and the sunshine was draped on Ayimhan's body. His body was thin and small, but it had the unique ruggedness and simplicity of the northwest people.
He fetched some supplies from the camel and enthusiastically shared them with Shen Xiaoyu and the others: "There isn't much water, so save your drink and eat less of the naan bread."
Ayimu Khan was so honest that he wiped his forehead, which was much more righteous than Yin Ling'er who took advantage of the situation and robbed a hundred braised chicken legs.
Shen Xiaoyu became increasingly unbearable and turned her head, her eyes slightly moist.
Ayimhan didn't know what was going on, so he laughed and asked, "This little brother is still shy."
You must know that Shen Xiaoyu has always been thick-skinned, and he doesn't know the word "shy". It's just that while he accepted Ayim Khan's kindness, he felt more and more sorry for Ayim Khan.
I looked at Lao Jiang, wondering whether I should tell Ayim Khan about the man from the northwest.
Lao Jiang sighed and nodded slightly: "He came to the desert to collect the body of his son. Instead of lying to him and asking him to never find his son in his life, it is better to fulfill this wish."
Ayimhan was still happily distributing things bit by bit, muttering in his mouth: "You guys are about the same age as my eldest son, and you are all stubborn. How can you not bring more things with you into the desert? No matter what. Can you finish the drink? There must be plenty of water and food."
Listening to Ayimhan's words, I felt bitter in my heart, but I had to walk over and said seriously: "Go to a place with us first!"
"ah?"
Ayimhan didn't understand what I meant, and Xiang Wanli was also very surprised: "Why do you still want to go in? Isn't our whole team gathered together?"
Lao Jiang stood up: "No, there is another person."
He looked at Ayimhan and said word for word: "There is someone waiting for you."
Ayimhan said "Ah" and was about to say something. At this time, the hat he was holding fell on the sand, and then he asked in disbelief: "Is...is it him?"
Old Jiang nodded.
Ayimhan immediately rushed to the front quickly, and after realizing that he didn't know where to go, he looked at Lao Jiang in shock: "Take me there, take me there!"
We led the way with our camels.
As tens of thousands of undead souls ascended to the sky, the fog had dissipated little by little, gradually revealing the clear earth, but it would still take some time before this white fog restricted area completely disappeared.
We soon arrived at the place where the mummies were buried. They were the remains of the last three members of the Sino-US joint expedition team. One of them was dressed as a man from the northwest.
Ayimhan walked as fast as he could along the way. He was so eager to meet his eldest son, but now that he came to this sandy land, he stopped.
Lao Jiang told him: "Back then, your son led the group as a guide, but later fell into this fog and eventually died of thirst here."
Ayimhan shook his head: "No, my son is the most powerful guide in the Northwest. How could he get lost? No, no..."
"how can that be possible……"
There was still a faint white mist remaining around us, even though we told Ayimhan that it was this white mist that made them lose their way.
Ayimhan still covered his face and shielded his eyes from looking at the body on the ground.
Diao Ye walked over and patted Ayimhan on the shoulder: "I know you don't want to believe it. When I lost my beloved, I didn't want to believe it either. But as long as you live, either you send your lover away, Or your lover will send you away."
"Open your eyes and look at him. He is here, waiting for you to take him home!"
"He misses home..."
