Tomb robbing: only one person can do it

Qinghuai has been thinking about what Zhang Tu said. He doesn't understand what liking means. Qinghuai feels that he doesn't hate his little brother, so does this count as liking?

"Qinghuai, what's wrong with you?" A pleasant female voice sounded.

Hearing someone calling him, Qinghuai turned his head and saw Lin Yue walking towards him. He had a black hair lifted up and part of it pulled up on the right side. He had a pair of black and white almond-shaped eyes. His eyebrows were as delicate as if he had stepped out of a painting. She came out as an extremely outstanding beauty.

Lin Yue stood next to Qing Huai, looking down at the person sitting on the ground, silently, just looking at him quietly.

"Lin Yue, do you know what liking means?" Qinghuai hugged his knees.

"Why are you asking this?" Lin Yue glanced into the distance and said lightly: "I don't know either, but if you like him, you will miss him if you can't see him, and you will want more if you see him."

"Is that so?" Qinghuai thought for a while, then he should like the little brother, but will the little brother like him?

Lin Yue lowered her eyes slightly and said, "I still have some things to do. Take care of yourself and don't get hurt."

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Qinghuai sat in the car and looked out the window. He didn't know where his brother was?

The fat man turned around and saw a worried look on Qinghuai's face, and said with relief: "Qinghuai, don't worry, little brother Jiren has his own destiny and nothing will happen."

Qinghuai thought about his brother's strength value, and he thought -

My little brother will be fine if something happens to him. Zhang Tu lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

The geological features of Yadan on both sides along the way make people appreciate the desolation of the Gobi. There is only golden color in front of the sky and the earth, which makes people feel their own insignificance.

Qinghuai had fallen asleep in the car. The car had been driving for more than ten hours. The surrounding scenery was basically sand or Gobi. No matter how novel it was at first, he would get tired of it.

After arriving at the destination, Junyue began to arrange for people to set up camp.

The fat man patted Qinghuai on the shoulder, handed over the water bottle in his right hand, and said, "I've been driving for almost a day today. Drink some water and eat something."

Qinghuai took a few sips of water and said, "Pangpang, let's take a rest early! We should enter Tamutuo tomorrow."

The fat man nodded and said, "Okay."

When night falls, the dark sky is dotted with stars, the moon quietly hides in the clouds, and its silvery brilliance falls on the vast desert.

In the tent, Qinghuai fell asleep in a daze.

Zhang Tu squatted gently beside Qing Huai and said calmly: "You shouldn't have come."

After watching for a while, Zhang Tu stood up and was about to leave when he heard the murmurs of the people behind him.

Qinghuai: Little brother...

Zhang Tu paused slightly and sighed.

That’s all——

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The fat man gave up struggling and said, "When will this wind stop?"

Qinghuai said lightly: "Pangpang, I don't know either."

Then he asked doubtfully: "Is the wind in the desert so strong?"

The black wind blew them away. I wonder what happened to Jun Yue?

Qinghuai and Fatty finally found the cave. The black storm outside was still raging, and the outside was full of black wind and sand.

Qinghuai said: "Let's rest here tonight and wait until the wind subsides outside before going out tomorrow."

The fat man said helplessly: "This is the only way."

The two of them had something to eat. After eating and drinking, the fat man looked around in boredom.

Qinghuai was thinking about a philosophical question when suddenly the fat man held something in his hands like a treasure. When Qinghuai looked up, the Tianling Gai almost flew up.

It was a human skull. At the moment, the skull was colorful, half painted red and half green.

Qinghuai fell silent...

Qinghuai: Where did Pangpang get the brush? Do you still bring a paintbrush to the grave?

Fatty saw Qinghuai's doubts and explained: "I didn't just buy this because I thought it was fun when I was playing outside. I brought a few here by the way, what if I can use them?"

The fat man said to himself: "Fat Master, your skills are pretty good! If you don't do this anymore, maybe you can become an artist."

Qinghuai: It’s hard to evaluate Pangpang’s skills...

After the fat man didn't find anything meaningful, he leaned against the wall and said with a little regret: "Hey! It seems that nothing can be found in this cave. Quickly pack up and go to bed. We have to go on the road tomorrow!"

The two leaned against the wall and slowly fell asleep.

After Qinghuai woke up in a daze, he gently raised his arm, covered the sun with his hand, and struggled to open his eyes.

At this moment, the strong wind has completely subsided, and the dust in the sky is full of news.

Qinghuai pushed the fat man with excitement and said, "Fat Fat, the wind has stopped."

The fat man woke up due to this, rubbed his eyes and looked outside, and said excitedly: "It's true, I can finally leave this hellish place."

The two immediately cleaned up, and at this moment, a strange rustling sound sounded.

The fat man looked around carefully and said, "Qinghuai, did you hear anything?"

Qinghuai responded: "I heard it, let's go out first and then talk."

As soon as they exited the cave, they saw dense black ants surrounding them.

This ant is different from ordinary ants. It is several times larger. Each one is at least one centimeter in size, and some are as big as a fist.

The fat man exclaimed: "What are these ants? Are their heads so big?"

Qinghuai said: "I remembered, these are ants, also called man-eating ants. The largest ones can grow to the size of a fist. The food habits of ants are very diverse, ranging from various animals and plants on the ground to dead branches and carrion. They eat everything. Once a large swarm of ants gathers, any animal, including humans, will just run away in panic."

When the fat man heard how scary this thing was, he shouted: "Qinghuai, I will throw you out in a while. You run away first. I will look for you then?"

Qinghuai thought for a moment, and with a thought, the floating life unfolded with a "swish" sound, and the Tianshan cold iron on the fan bone also emerged. The mouth was slumped, as if he had made up his mind, he drew the tip of the sword across the palm of his hand, clenched his fist hard, and milky white blood suddenly gurgled out.

The fat man was about to throw it away when he saw the fan and was stunned for a moment. He then thought about where Qinghuai would take it out. He turned around and saw the next scene and said anxiously: "Qinghuai, what are you doing?"

Qinghuai looked at the fat man and said, "My blood should be able to repel insects."

After saying that, he put his hand on the fat man's arm. When he moved his hand away, the fat man saw the milky white palm print on his arm.

The fat man's eyes were slightly red, and he said: "It's not to the point of bleeding, you..."

Qinghuai said helplessly: "There are too many of these ants. We can't kill them all. I don't want you to get hurt, Fatty."

The moment Qinghuai's blood emerged, these ants felt the power in the blood and dispersed one after another.

As soon as the ants left, the fat man immediately grabbed Qinghuai's hand, looked at the terrible wound, and while bandaging it, he muttered: "Why are you so heavy-handed? If I let this little brother know, why don't I kill the fat man?" ”