There is no way my vest will fall off!

When Meng Ziqiu came back, he found that his little ancestor didn't know what was wrong. He looked very mourned, and looked quite pitiful.

"What's wrong? Brother?" He asked with concern.

"By the way," Xu Qian raised his faint gaze, "Do you make money in your business?"

"...Huh?" Although Meng Ziqiu didn't quite understand what he meant, he answered honestly, "If you don't open for a year, you can eat for a year after opening, it depends on fate."

Xu Qian sighed again.

"...No, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing, just a feeling."

Meng Ziqiu rolled his eyes and said tentatively: "Hey brother, I still have a card here. My father asked me to save it to marry a wife, but it seems that my daughter-in-law is nowhere to be seen. If you need it urgently Spend whatever you want..."

"You are quite 'sincere' in your perception of yourself." Xu Qian smiled.

"Hey man, you have to be self-aware. I'm used to it." Meng Ziqiu smiled honestly. His appearance was originally an honest person, and this smile made him more 'honest'.

The two chatted for a while, and the sky darkened before they knew it.

Xu Qian lay on the soft bed, turned his face and looked out the window, the starry sky outside was almost the same as before, as if he was fishing and paddling on Wuqi Mountain yesterday, but in the blink of an eye, the whole world was like this It changed with a crash.

"Huh...huh..."

"..." Xu Qian turned his head and went over, amused, your snoring is still the type of feeling one after another.

Early in the morning, the two set off to camp.

Xu Qian still used the baatai ​​vest. Brother Hua's number was off for treatment. He always felt insecure. If there was a fight, he wouldn't even have a chance to fight back.

Fifth Master is a very thin old man, with layers of creases on his face, he looks at least sixty years old, but his eyes are very powerful, no worse than those young boys.

When the fifth master saw Xu Qian, his eyes only stayed on the black cloth on his back for a second, and he didn't say anything. Maybe he believed in Meng Ziqiu, or maybe he was cautious.

A few minutes later, the team that set out to cross the desert was complete.

Xu Qian was sitting in the co-pilot seat of the off-road vehicle, and the driver was Meng Ziqiu. There were two other people in the back seat of them. One was young, nicknamed Fox, and the other was four or fifty years old, named Uncle Shui, who was also five. The people I brought on this trip.

Xu Qian heard from Meng Ziqiu's science popularization that Dusha Desert is a no-man's land, which belongs to an uninhabited area, and their team is to go to the desert to find people. The boss who gave the money is a young man, surnamed Shen. In the second car, about 25 years old, wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, said that it belonged to his uncle or uncle, and went to cross the sand with the archaeological team a week ago, and then there was no news, so a group of people were organized to find it inside. .

Of course, this is an exaggeration on the surface, but in reality, their purpose should not be that simple.

Before crossing the border, you can still see some sparse Populus euphratica forests outside the car. Once you cross the border, there is nothing but sand. It is really a desert.

Xu Qian gave full play to the curiosity of a bear child, and took various pictures with his newly bought mobile phone. Those who didn't know it really thought he was an underage child.

No, Uncle Shui who was sitting at the back spoke, his voice was indescribably hoarse, as if blocked by something, "You're not afraid of dying on the way if you come out to sell goods at such a young age."

Meng Ziqiu glanced at the rearview mirror and said with a smile: "You have to practice and practice, and now there are still old people who have stumbled."

"The times are different now, cough." Uncle Shui took a drag on his cigarette, coughing while smoking.

"That's right, it's not as bitter as we were back then."

Uncle Shui didn't reply to him again, but instead asked the furry boy in the passenger seat, his tone was rare and kind: "Little friend, did you go to high school?"

"Nope." Xu Qian took back his phone, smiling innocently, "My dad said I'm not suitable for studying, so he asked me to come out and hang out with my uncle, right? Uncle?"

Meng Sudden Uncle Ziqiu: "..."

Uncle Shui pinched out his cigarette, and his voice became even hoarse, and said, "There is nothing unexpected! What can I do at this age if I don't study, I really want to go out with your uncle!"

"Hey, I think it's fun to sell goods, I don't go back to read, what's so good about those books!"

"A brat who doesn't know how to be blessed..." Uncle Shui laughed suddenly, and his low voice made a sound of 'hoo hoo hoo', the laughter was extremely unpleasant.

Meng Ziqiu glanced at Xu Qian, thinking that this little ancestor can really act, I didn't even know I had an older sister or a younger sister.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, the convoy stopped in a relatively flat sandy field. At this time, there was no greenery in the surrounding area, and there was not even a seedling. After a while, Brother Sang, the fifth master's subordinate, was having a conversation The plane told me to rest and eat on the spot.

Xu Qian jumped out of the car and found an open space to solve his personal problems first. When he was packing up and walking back, he accidentally saw a familiar person.

[Name: Shirakawa (pseudo)]

Good guy, it turned out to be you!

At this time, the good guy has a new face, a middle-aged man in his 30s, with a Mediterranean hair, very greasy.

Xu Qian was very curious. When did this person sneak in? Before leaving, he had scanned everyone. At that time, there was no one named Bai Chuan.

Bai Chuan seemed to sense something, he looked up and met a familiar face, he didn't stare blankly, and didn't make much movement, but looked away very naturally.

Obviously, this person's control ability is very good, so good that it is subconsciously integrated into his bones.

Xu Qian didn't want to expose him, at least not now.With his hands in his pockets, he walked past the middle-aged man with extremely relaxed steps.

"Old Guan, are you still okay?" A voice came from afar.

Bai Chuan let out an 'ah', and walked towards the speaker.

……

Xu Qian returned to the car, and Meng Ziqiu handed him a bag of bread as soon as he got in the car, with a layer of caterpillar bread with meat floss on it. After entering the desert, the food level will gradually decline in a straight line, and in the end it will probably be Compressed biscuits and such.

The team repaired for half an hour, the people and the car were ready, and it was time to set off.

Xu Qian closed his eyes and looked like he was dozing off, but actually opened the big map of Dusha Desert. On the map, Yan Jiudu stayed at a place that looked a bit like a stone hill. At the lower right corner of the stone hill was a light Small green dots, like lakes or something.

Before Xu Qian came here, Meng Ziqiu gave a brief introduction to the desert situation. This light green dot is probably the Haizi mentioned by Meng Ziqiu, a movable lake in the desert, which moves with the movement of the sand dunes.

After a while, Xu Qian saw that Yan Jiudu's icon moved again, and now it was directly on the edge of the light green dot. His big map has a time delay, from Shiqiu to Haizi...Look Before coming to them, there was some trouble.

Xu Qian looked at the friend list again, Yan Jiudu didn't say, the blood bar has dropped a lot, but it is still healthy, Meng Liangchen 9 is more miserable, it is nearly half less than the beginning, it seems that their situation is worse than he imagined The ones in are even worse.

It was getting dark in the desert, almost eight o'clock in the evening. When Xu Qian 'woke up', the setting sun was still hanging outside the car window. Looking at it this way, it really had a sense of sight in the desert and the long river.

"It's going to get dark soon, camp ahead." A voice came from the intercom.

Xu Qian got out of the car and looked up, the sun that was still hanging just now was getting darker and darker, and it would really disappear after a while.

"Xiao Mao, come and help!" It was Uncle Shui who spoke, and he didn't know what was wrong. He seemed to be very concerned about Xu Xiaomao, Xu Qian's pseudonym.

"...Oh, here we come." Xu Qian pursed his lips, unable to say anything, after all, respecting the old and loving the young is a Chinese virtue.

"Oh, this! Where are you going to chop it!"

"……Oh."

Meng Ziqiu saw that his little ancestor had lost his temper under Uncle Shui's command, and he was a little funny. After these few days, he also understood Xu Qian's temper more or less. He will show a silly expression, just like just now, like a child.

Before the sky completely darkened, a simple but neat camp was finally set up.

Meng Ziqiu came over with a small pot, which was like white rice paste. Xu Qian could smell a milky smell from a distance. It smelled good, but he didn't know how it tasted.

Xu Qian took a sip, uh... the taste is not very good, it should be said that it has no special taste, a little sweet and a little salty.

"Don't you want to eat?" Meng Ziqiu didn't move after seeing him take a sip, knowing that this milk would definitely not suit his appetite.

Xu Qian shook his head, showing disgust, and ate the caterpillar bread again.

Uncle Shui saw it, and said a word about picky eaters!But anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was very happy.

The temperature in the desert at night is very low. A stove is lit in the camp, and four or five people sit together. Basically, whoever is sitting in the car will be surrounded by a few people when they get off.

There were only three of them here at Xu Qian's place. The fox in the car hadn't talked to them the whole time, but he hadn't talked to anyone else either. He was always alone.No, I don't know where I went in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, an exclamation suddenly sounded from the camp.

"—Fifth Master! There's something here!"

Almost everyone raised their flashlights and surrounded them, only to see an oval-shaped stone tablet suddenly appearing on the sand, with many incomprehensible inscriptions engraved on it, which looked like ghostly symbols at first glance.

"It seems that it was covered by the sand before, and the sand dunes were exposed again after moving." A middle-aged man wearing glasses stood up and explained.

"What's written on it?"

"Well..." The middle-aged man took out a magnifying glass and a small brush to scan, "If you look carefully, it is somewhat similar to the characters of the ancient kingdom of Danzhu, but after years of wind and sand, the characters are not very clear. I'll have to...do some more research."

Xu Qian suddenly squatted down and stretched out his hand to clear the sand under the stele. The more he cleared, the more inscriptions were exposed.

Seeing this, Meng Ziqiu also took tools and followed to clean up.

A few young men also came to help.

Several people were busy for more than half an hour, but the stele was like a bottomless pit, no matter how deep it was dug, it still stood upright.

Suddenly, they dug up another solid object, which was a camera.