Late at night, outside the camp in the Tengger Desert.
Xiaomi clenched her hands nervously, lowered her head and spoke in a low voice, as if she was afraid of being heard.
"Feng...Brother Feng, do you look down on me and think I'm abnormal?"
I immediately waved my hand and said no, absolutely not. No matter you are a boy, a girl or a tomboy, you are still my friend. Don’t think too much.
Xiaomi slowly raised her head, wiped her reddish eyes and nodded.
"I'll keep it a secret for you. Let's not talk about it. Let's talk about that red eye. What do you think of that person?"
Xiaomi's expression returned to normal, and he nodded and said: "The red eyes reacted so much to the Tower Burning Festival, and he spoke in Raoping dialect. This person should be from the Chaoshan area."
The red eyes are hidden in Jin Along's brick tomb. I feel that he may be invited to Blackwater City just like me.
"But... there are powerful tomb robbers in Chaoshan area?"
I frowned and thought about it for a long time. I only thought of a relatively famous group of tomb robbers in that area. They were from the southern sect. They only knew their surname was Huang. There were dozens of them. They were a group of tomb robbers similar to the family of tomb robbers. This group of people
All have the surname Huang.
In the past, the closer the south was to the coast, the fewer ancient tombs there were. Books often described it as a barbaric miasma area. However, there were fewer ancient tombs compared to the north. Fewer does not mean that there are none. There are still some, including one in Kaifeng. In addition,
Tomb robbers over there have another way to make money, "fishing from sunken ships".
Take the Huang family that I know as an example. Seven or eight generations of the Huang family have made a living by fishing for pearls. There is a saying that goes, "One clam makes a world; collecting pearls does not scare the dragon." This kind of work is extremely risky. Since the beginning of China
Since the large-scale cultivation of pearl clams, professional pearl divers have gradually disappeared. The pearl divers represented by the Chaoshan Huang family have slowly transformed and become a group specializing in stealing underwater tombs and ancient sunken ships.
There were many shipwrecks in the ancient seas. In the waters off Nan'ao, Shantou, there were at least 5,000 ancient shipwrecks. The subsequent discovery of Nanhai No. 1 was just the tip of the iceberg.
At that time, the relevant departments did not pay enough attention to underwater archeology. Because of this, the group of pearl divers made a fortune. There were not many people in this group, but they were all worth millions, and they turned around.
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I was eager to know if the person with red eyes had a surname of Huang. After I went back, I picked up a pair of socks. I bought these socks in Yinchuan. I had worn them for almost twenty days. The water in the desert is very precious and I never washed them.
I've been keeping it there for a long time. His eyes are red and his feet are cold and he needs socks to wear. It's just the right thing for him.
When I arrived at the place with Xiaomi, I saw that the only one left was Dou Sprout.
"Where are the people? Where have they gone?"
Douyazai pointed to the distance and said, "Why are you panicking? No one ran away. Isn't that over there?"
I took a look and saw Red Eyes squatting on the ground in the distance, with his pants pulled down more than half way, and his buttocks were bare and he was having sex...
"Hey." I walked over and called him.
"Here are your socks, put them on." I reached out and handed them to him.
He reached out and took the sock, smelled it, then picked up a sock and started wiping his butt. Then he took off his shoes and put the socks on his feet, which made me stupid.
"vomit!"
Xiaomi saw this scene from a distance and immediately started retching.
The corners of my mouth twitched and I didn't know what to say.
I don’t know if red eyes were normal before, but they are definitely not normal now. I feel that he should stay with Xie Qirong, maybe they can become friends. Xie Qirong is from the Northeast, and the red eyes are from Chaoshan.
One south and one north are crouching dragons and young phoenixes.
"How are you? Are your toes not cold anymore?" I asked.
The red-eyed man stood up with his pants in his pockets, extended his right hand to me, and said a few words.
I couldn't understand their dialect, so I asked Xiaomi what he just said.
Xiaomi said with a strange expression: "Brother Feng, he wants to shake your hand."
I saw that his hands were black and shiny, and there seemed to be something yellow between the nails. I immediately shook my head and said that shaking hands was unnecessary. Ask him if his surname was Huang.
Xiaomi nodded and helped me ask in Raoping dialect.
After hearing this, Red Eyes kept scratching his head, and then said a few words.
Xiaomi translated: "He said he forgot, it seemed, but it seemed not. He only remembered coming here with several people. His friends didn't know where they went, and he stayed here to find them."
I asked a few other questions, but couldn't get any definite answers. I felt dizzy for a while, and finally I asked where the person he dragged out of the corridor that night was. I guess I should know.
