A hundred miles southeast of the ancient Tatra city is still an endless desert. Apart from the endless rolling yellow sand, not a single plant can be seen. The yellow color is monotonous, which shows how small a person is in the desert.
A group of people scattered around looking for traces of Tariq's tomb.
After searching all morning, the scorching sun hung in the sky and burned the sand. At this time, they had expanded their search from a hundred miles to fifty miles. Feng Jingyun felt that he was almost evaporated by the sun, but still
No trace of the tomb could be found.
Looking around, there is endless yellow sand. If you want to find a tree to enjoy the shade, you can only dream about it. The yellow sand that is heated by the sun can be as much as you want. Anyone who wants to die or be buried can just lie down on the spot.
When a gust of wind blows, the body will be buried in the sand. If you are not lucky, the body may be dug up and eaten by some animal. If you are lucky, it will become a mummified body.
All the people in the group were thirsty, and everyone had a large sheepskin water bottle tied around their waist, and there were dry and hard grains in their pockets.
When you are hungry or thirsty, you have to save water and eat food.
Before the tomb is found, I don’t know when I will return to the ancient city to replenish food and drinking water.
A hundred miles away is neither far nor near. What's more, it is already one hundred and fifty miles away.
Jun Mo Shang and his subordinates were all dressed in black. Only Feng Jingyun's clothes were white.
Every kind of master has his own subordinates. Jun Mo Shang is cold-blooded and ruthless, killing people like crazy, and his subordinates are all unsmiling, cold and rigid.
In fact, dark-colored clothes absorb light and heat more easily, while light-colored clothes can reflect light. She wanted to remind them not to wear such dark-colored clothes. Jun Moshang said that they had become accustomed to wearing black clothes, so she couldn't help but feel strong.
If people are not afraid of being exposed to the sun, why bother forcing them?
Feng Jingyun's temperament is also as indifferent as frost. In the hot weather, the atmosphere between people is a little cold.
"It would be easier to find other tombs on land or in mountains and rivers..." Feng Jingyun took a sip of water from the sheepskin bag, "There is nothing in the desert except sand. There is no reference for even placing a Feng Shui array.
No effect. When can we find this..."
Jun Mo Shang looked at her and smiled evilly, "I have never heard you complain. I never thought you would complain."
"Nonsense! People's moods will not be the same in different environments." She gave him a cold look. In fact, she did not have the ambition to dominate the world and did not allow anyone to step on her head.
But she never likes to suffer herself.
She will definitely repay Murong Che's kindness, as much as she can.
What's more, during this trip to the desert, she had a feeling that Murong Che was doing it more for her.
Because only in the Hera Desert can there be the legendary extinct Red Flame Purple Fox.
No. 95 was ordered to send people to search for the tomb. At the same time, he was also looking for the red flame purple fox. Unfortunately, neither of them has been found until now. It is like searching for a legend, difficult and difficult.
She originally thought that Murong Che's ghost would follow her on the road, but unexpectedly, Che's soul never appeared all the way down.
She could feel that after she left the capital of Huanyue Kingdom, Che's soul left the jade pendant where he lived and disappeared.
Although Che didn't say what he did.
She always felt that he... went to help her find the Red Flame Purple Fox.
