Dou Yazai panicked and covered Xiaoxuan's eyes to prevent him from seeing the corpse's face.
Brother Yu squatted slightly, raised the wooden javelin in his hand high, tightened his calves, and his face was gloomy, ready to go.
suddenly!
At night in Tengger, a low whistle sounded from a distance.
The two desert wolves pulling the wooden plank immediately turned their heads and looked around when they heard the whistle, then turned around and ran away with their tails between their legs.
Seeing the two wolves gradually running away, Brother Yu breathed a sigh of relief.
The dried corpse seemed to have been deliberately posed, sitting cross-legged and moving.
The body's facial features were shrunk and deformed, but I still recognized it.
It turned out to be Ma Deming! His right leg had stepped into an ant nest and used our gauze!
It’s Ma Deming who has been dead for a long time!
Someone dug him out!
"Apprentice! Apprentice, wake up!"
Uncle Liao gently slapped him on the face and pinched him again. Liao Xiaomi slowly opened his eyes, still looking shocked.
Brother Yu walked in and stabbed him with a wooden stick, causing the body to fall backwards.
"Do you know this person?" Brother Yu turned around and asked after inspecting the body.
I was still in shock, so I just said with trembling lips that I knew him. This man's calf was bitten by ants, and he died of infection and fever. We later buried him in the desert.
"Infection fever?"
Brother Yu shook his head and said, "It seems you didn't check him at first. He didn't die from a fever. Come and take a look."
I bravely walked over, and Brother Yu turned the body over with his feet, reached out and pulled out an iron nail from the back of the body.
We can't say they are iron nails, we can only say they are similar, but different from the stainless steel nails used by modern people.
When I saw this scene, I felt not only horrified but also disgusted.
Recalling the situation that day, Ma Deming was still very lively in the afternoon, but at about 8 o'clock in the evening, he suddenly ran out of breath and died suddenly. Moreover, he was well-dressed when he died, and his death was very sudden.
At this time, Douyazai said in disgust: "What an old horse. Someone dug him out. What are you doing? He came here specifically to scare us? Did Jiu Qingshui clean up the house?"
"No...it's not like that." I shook my head in denial.
At that time, Jiu Qingshui and Baotou were dealing with the Jisha Cemetery Palace. If it was Jiu Qingshui who was doing it, they would basically not have sent Ma Deming's body here.
No matter who did this, I always feel that he is sending some kind of signal to our group.
Brother Yu wiped his hands and said: "It seems that you have a lot of enemies. It's useless to guess. It just so happens that there is no wind right now. Let's follow the traces that were dragged here and look over to see where it came from.
."
Brother Yu’s words woke me up.
Yes, the desert wolf dragged the wooden boards over and left traces on the sand. It is more obvious now. If the wind picks up, the sand will cover up these traces.
As I was thinking about it, a figure appeared in my mind for no apparent reason. This person had disheveled hair and could not see his face clearly, and he was leading a big yellow dog.
Without further ado, if you want to find out who did it, you must seize the clues in front of you and take action. Just waiting like this is too passive.
I said, "Just in case, Yazai, take a good knife and keep an eye on the camp and Xiaoxuan Xiaomi. I'm afraid of causing the tiger to flee the mountain."
"Wait until we come back."
Douyazai knew that it was inconvenient to bring so many people and things, so he gritted his teeth and said: "Don't worry Fengzi, I won't sleep at night."
"Walk."
Leaving behind a word, Brother Yu and I trotted along following the traces on the ground.
We can hear the sound of the whistle, which proves that this person definitely cannot run far, and is probably within ten miles.
