Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 14 [Mountain Moving Taoist]

The hope of survival is just around the corner.

Yang An first tied Professor Chen to the camel, and then jumped on his own camel.

Fortunately, this buddy did not abandon him.

If it could get out of the Black Desert, Yang An would find a way to airlift it to America. It just so happened that Partridge Whistle still had a large pasture, so he could let it live comfortably for the rest of its life.

As for now.

"Brother Camel, hurry up, there will be water to drink soon."

Perhaps everything has spirituality.

Yang An's camel mooed, then spread out its four legs as thick as pillars and ran towards the west.

Before Anliman could finish his homework, he was forced to load the camel by the impatient Hu Bayi and Fatty.

Chasing towards Yang An.

An Liman struggled angrily, and didn't understand why they trusted Yang An so much.

"If you do this, Hu will punish you."

"Shut up!"

The fat man now trusted Yang An very much, and angrily shouted: "If you scream again, I will throw you down. I have tolerated you for a long time."

Hu Bayi caught up on a camel.

I wanted to ask Yang An if he had gotten any revelation, but as soon as he opened his mouth, sand rolled into it. So forget it.

Hu Bayi shut up and followed Yang An forward.

Everyone jogged forward to catch up, and the journey lasted for more than three hours.

"No, if we keep running like this, the camel will have problems. We can't go on."

An Liman felt sorry for his camels and tried his best to stop Yang An's crazy behavior.

Even Hu Bayi and the others were a little worried, but then they thought that Yang An had contributed a lot to their escape and resistance to the sandstorm.

Hu Bayi swallowed his doubts again. Forget it, just believe Young Master Yang. Otherwise, there is no other way.

Just then, the fat man looked up and found something white on the hill in the distance.

Take a closer look.

"Fuck, Old Hu, look, isn't that the white camel?" the fat man shouted excitedly.

Uncle Anliman, who was still making a noise, looked up when he heard this, and his eyes widened: "Hu Hu Da's messenger!"

"We are saved, we are saved. The appearance of Hu Da's messenger here proves that this black desert is no longer a cursed restricted area for life."

When Hu Bayi heard this, he couldn't help but feel excited. No matter what, this white camel had led them to find the ancient city of Xiye before, and it had a bit of mystery about it.

Now reappear.

Scientifically speaking, by following these wild animals, we will definitely be able to find water.

It goes without saying who deserves the credit for their finding this rare white camel in the vast sea of ​​sand!

"Young Master Yang is so awesome." Hu Bayi exclaimed.

Everyone followed the white camel all the way up the sand dunes and looked down at the hinterland below.

A small puddle of water gleaming in the sun came into view, surrounded by some sandy yellow plants.

It stands out so clearly in this black desert with no vegetation.

Hu Bayi was a little bit unbelievable. He rubbed his eyes and pinched his thigh to make sure that they had found the source of life!
I guess he also smelled the moisture.

The camels, which had been sticking out their tongues and looking listless, and even foaming at the mouth, now became energetic again.

He led everyone down the sand dune.

Never mind animals.

The fat man was about to jump into the puddle when Hu Bayi quickly stopped him.

This water cannot be drunk casually. It may be water seeping from an underground river. It is very turbid. Camels can drink it, but people may get sick if they drink it.

At this time, any minor illness could cause someone to die in the Taklamakan Desert.

Hu Bayi found the kettle, added water purification tablets and filtered the water again with a filter. Although the water still tasted a little strange, it was at least drinkable.

Next to the puddle.

Yang An and Shirley Yang worked together to set up the tent and carried Professor Chen in.

Only then did Yang An feel satisfied with the finally found shaded spot.

He was not very thirsty yet, at least he could continue to hold on. At this time, Hu Bayi came over with two kettles and handed the water to Yang An and Shirley Yang.

"sit."

Yang An took the kettle and moved a little further away.

Hu Bayi was not polite either. After sitting down, he stared at Yang An again and again.

"What are you looking at me for?"

"Little Master Yang, are you really like a prophet, with the ability to predict the future? If it weren't for you this time, we would have really been in trouble."

Hu Bayi sighed, although Anliman believed that it was Hu Da's messenger Bai Luotuo who led them to find the water source.

But Hu Bayi knew that it took three or four hours from where they camped yesterday to here, and there were only wavy sand dunes all around, without any recognizable signs.

If you want to find it, only a miracle can explain it.

Yang An smiled but said nothing. The more he explained, the more confusing it became.

Hu Bayi didn't ask any more questions, and then the fat man also squeezed over.

"Where is Uncle Anliman?" Shirley Yang asked curiously.

"That old man probably doesn't have the face to see Young Master Yang anymore, as he's busy taking care of those camels."

The fat man's tone was still as aggressive, but also a little proud. After all, he trusted Yang An 100% this time.

Then Shirley Yang asked the question she had always wanted to ask.

"Hu Bayi, tell me the truth, are you tomb robbers?"

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The joy of finding the water source suddenly disappeared, and Hu Bayi and Fatty's faces changed.

No answer was needed, that expression alone said it all.

Hu Bayi finally sighed and was about to admit his identity when he saw Shirley Yang smiling.

Even after such a long journey, Shirley Yang's skin became darker and rougher, and her face was covered with sand, and she could no longer see her once beautiful appearance.

But Hu Bayi was still a little stunned.

Not only for Shirley Yang's smile, but also for the series of cuts that came out of her mouth.

"To pluck stars, one needs Kuixing's help. To move mountains, one should not move Changsheng Mountain. A river has two sides. To move firewood on the mountain, one needs to burn firewood on the mountain."

Hearing this, Hu Bayi's expression changed completely.

This is called lip slang in their industry, which is the jargon of the industry. However, it has long been lost and is little known. How could it be said by an American who has never been to China?

"Miss Yang, you...you."

Seeing that Hu Bayi was hesitating for a long time and couldn't say anything, Yang An smiled and told them their life stories and the fact that they were both from the four major tomb-robbing sects.

After Hu Bayi finished listening, he realized that Little Master Yang and Shirley Yang were not only descendants of the Zagrama clan, but also the only two Taoist monks of the Mountain Moving Clan left in the world.

No, to be precise, they are not Taoist priests, but tomb-raiders, because the only three tomb-raiders' tomb-raiders' talismans in the world are still hanging on Shirley Yang's neck.

She didn't want Yang An to become a tomb robber, so she hung a talisman on herself.

As for the reason why they came to look for the Ancient City of Jingjue, they did not hide it from Lao Hu.

Yang An took off his shirt, revealing half of his strong shoulders. On his right shoulder, one could see a circle of red marks, which looked like a human eye pattern.

It was a sign of being cursed.

"Do you remember that the Zagrama clan was cursed? Our ancestors traveled all over the country just to find a way to lift the curse."

"This time we came to Jingjue Ancient City, in addition to looking for my father, we also want to find out the truth about the curse."

This is how Yang An explained it.

Now Hu Bayi no longer hesitated. He told the whole story between him and Fatty, and then smiled bitterly.

"If we had said earlier that we were in the same business, then there would be no reason for us to hide it."

Of course, this is just a polite remark.

Both Yang An and Shirley Yang are not short of money. In fact, Yang An has made a lot of investments thanks to his foresight. Now he is worth over 100 million yuan and is definitely a big shot.

You have to know that China's foreign exchange reserves at this time are only a few million.

Once we've finished talking about this.

Everyone started planning how to leave the Taklamakan Desert, as they didn't want to stay here for even a day longer.

(End of this chapter)