Tomb Robber: I am Hu Bayi’s cousin

Walking in the endless desert is actually very boring. It feels fresh even if the time is short. Once the time goes by, everyone loses the freshness and becomes like a flower, withered by the sun.

Everyone sat listlessly on the camels, feeling drowsy.

"Lie down!" An Liman patted the camel, signaling it to stop and lie down.

The camel team all followed the leading camel to lie down, stretch their necks, and rest on the ground.

Perhaps because she was thinking about getting closer to the ancient city of Jingjue, Yang Xueli was always in good spirits.

Everyone was resting, but she took pictures everywhere with her camera.

Click!

Holding the camera, she took pictures of two sand dunes a hundred meters away. She looked at the photos in the camera and nodded with satisfaction.

An Liman sat on the blanket, glanced at the energetic Yang Xueli and said: "That's the Holy Tomb Mountain, with two wind-eroded mushrooms more than five meters high growing on it." Then, he changed the topic and said a little strangely: " Just shoot, shoot, take as many pictures as you can while you are still alive.

Shirley Yang stopped taking pictures, turned her head and looked at An Liman in confusion.

"Uncle Anliman, why do you say that?"

How can you say this?

An Liman glanced at Yang Shirley and Professor Chen. I find it a bit funny. These people go to the desert to find the ancient city of Jingjue. Aren't they looking for death?

"Miss Yang, go back. You have been able to make it this far. You are the ones who can persevere the best." It was really hard to listen to An Liman's words. He always used the word "well" at the end of his words. Shirley Yang frowned slightly. Wrinkled, I felt that An Liman was full of words, especially with disdain in his eyes when he spoke.

This is a touch of contempt that goes deep into the bones.

He is almost sixty, born in a time of war and chaos, and has not read much, so he has a deep misunderstanding of archeology, thinking that it means digging tombs, like tomb robbers, just like him. However, he had washed his hands in a golden basin a long time ago, settled here, and had his own beliefs.

Therefore, he despises Shirley Yang and others, but the funny thing is that he needs to make money. It's not easy to make money in this era, and as he's getting older, he can't do the hard work anymore. He can only make a living by taking people into the desert and getting paid.

But those who often pay high prices to hire him to go into the desert are almost always digging graves.

"This is not a real desert. You have to walk two or three days beyond the Holy Sepulchre Mountain before it is considered a real desert. It is a black desert. There are countless corpses buried in it, and they are all people like you! "

Having finished what he wanted to say, An Liman took the water bag, opened the stopper, and took a sip of the horseradish inside.

Yang Xueli fell silent. An Liman didn't exaggerate, and even said it was an understatement. But this was trying to stump her? Impossible, she was not a person who accepted her fate.

She turned around and looked at the brothers Hu Bayi and three sitting on the sand with her beautiful eyes, and she suddenly felt confident in her heart. No matter what, with these three people in front of her, she felt safe enough.

After all, none of these three people is an ordinary person. Even if he is fat, Shirley Yang dare not say that he can defeat him. You must know that she has received traditional training and is not comparable to ordinary people.

The other two are even more complicated. Are soldiers who can survive on the battlefield ordinary people? And he also knows Feng Shui.

Therefore, with these three brothers here, Yang Xueli is quite sure of finding the ancient city of Jingjue.

"Professor Chen, is what Uncle An Liman said true?" An Liman was not far away from Ye Yixin. When she heard An Liman's words, her face instantly darkened, and she wanted to find out from the elder Professor Chen. A little sense of security.

Professor Chen looked at Ye Yixin, whose face was flushed by the sun, with a hint of doting in his eyes.

He said softly: "Xiaoye, life is only a few decades, so short that in the blink of an eye, nothing is gone. So, as long as what we want to do is correct, we can do it without fear of danger. This is the spirit of archeology."

Hu Ming was just a few meters away from the two of them. When he heard Professor Chen's words, he twitched the corner of his mouth. This old man was very good at talking, indirectly brainwashing!

Just one sentence made Ye Yixin nod fiercely, and his timid eyes became fearless again.

Seeing Ye Yixin's appearance, Hu Ming couldn't help but secretly thought: The brainwashing was successful!

Everyone has a clear division of labor. Sa Dipeng and Chu Jian's task is to check the supplies. When the camels rest, they unload the supplies from the camel's back and set off. They tie the supplies to the camel's back in advance, which is considered a hard job.

While sleeping, Hu Bayi, Fatty, and Hu Ming took turns keeping vigil, and Hu Bayi usually led the team.

Yang Xueli and Ye Yixin took care of everyone's food, and An Liman led the way. They could go wherever they wanted, and they had to listen to him.

Professor Chen has grown old and has become an uncle, enjoying everyone's care. However, no one has any complaints about this. After all, Professor Chen is too old, he is a scholar, and his body is very weak.

Hu Ming has now accepted his fate. With the current attitude of Hu Bayi and Fatty, he knows that these two guys are going to enter the ancient city to have a look.

Fatty now thinks about the treasures in Jingjue Ancient City every day, while Hu Bayi is fascinated by Yang Xueli and runs to Yang Xueli every day.