"Who!" I turned around suddenly, and it was clear that someone had just thrown a piece of sand at me.
There was nothing behind him.
"Is it a ghost?"
I immediately shook my head in denial, don't scare yourself.
More than an hour passed, around 3:30, when I yawned and felt sleepy.
"Ah!" Suddenly, a scream came from Zhao Xuanxuan's bag.
Damn it! I ran over, took out the small dagger I had hidden with me, and opened the zipper of the tent bag!
"What's wrong!"
Zhao Xuanxuan looked around with frightened eyes. When she saw that the person coming was me, she came out and grabbed my arm and said, "Just...a hand touched me just now!"
"What! Where did I touch you!"
She lowered her head and whispered, "Touch my butt."
At this time, the boss, the guide Lao Zhang and Qin Xingping, who had just slept, also woke up. Only Dou Sprout was still sleeping soundly.
I told them what happened just now, and Zhao Xuanxuan said that I could testify that what Yunfeng said was true. There was indeed a hand touching me just now.
He looked at the guide Lao Zhang and said, "Look at this..."
Lao Zhang ran to the fire. He picked up a piece of sand on the ground. After examining it carefully, he said, "Is this what you just threw away?"
I looked again and nodded in confirmation.
The guide Lao Zhang's expression changed and he said, "Don't even sleep until dawn in two or three hours. Wake up the young man."
When Dou Sprout was woken up, he complained in confusion: "It's only what time. They're all here for a meeting, so I won't let anyone sleep."
Everyone sat in a circle around the fire. The guide Lao Zhang frowned and said to himself: "We may have encountered a sand mule. In the past, I only heard the old people say that there are live ones in the deep desert, but now we
You are camping on the edge of the national highway, you shouldn’t.”
"Sand mule? What is that? Is it an animal?" Dou Sprout asked.
Lao Zhang recalled: "I feel ashamed to say that I have never seen a living sand mule. I only saw a dead one when I was very young. I remember that my grandmother skinned the sand mule and sold it to a businessman for five dollars."
At more than a hundred yuan, a piece of skin is more expensive than a tiger skin."
Lao Zhang introduced that the Sand Mulezi is a kind of monkey that lives deep in the Alxa Oasis. People from the scientific research institute often tried to find it in the past, but in the end they tried several times but failed to find it. The Sand Mulezi monkey is different from other monkeys.
They can wear clothes, are over one meter tall, and move very quickly, making it impossible for normal people to catch them.
Local people say that a leather hat made of sand mule skin can cure headaches. It is mysterious. No matter how severe the headache is, the pain will be gone immediately as long as you put on this hat. Of course, these rumors are just rumors and I don’t know whether they are true or not.
This thing likes to play tricks on people, and sometimes it will hide and hit people with sand. Some people say that the sand mule is a child transformed from a dead child. It has a moody personality. If you want to anger it, the consequences will be serious.
After listening to Lao Zhang's story, the boss and I looked at each other.
Isn't this a mandrill? The kind of mandrill under Fei Mo Mountain. Why does it feel exactly the same?
But if you think about it carefully, it's different. Mandrills live in deep mountains, but this thing lives in a desert with little food and water. Besides, I've never heard that mandrill skin can cure headaches.
Finally, when I put it all together, I felt that the two were not the same thing.
Zhao Xuanxuan knew that a monkey might have touched her, and her face was very ugly. As for Dou Sprout, this kid was the most outrageous. He cursed and said: "Who cares about sand mules, after all, aren't they just some beastly monkeys? If they dare to disturb the young man's sleep,
I will kill one of them with one knife."
"Shh!" the guide Lao Zhang made a silent gesture.
"Young people, don't say that." Lao Zhang turned his head and glanced around. "When my grandma was alive, she said that the sand mules were petty and vengeful. If you let them hear what you said, wouldn't you be asking for trouble for us?"
"Ha," Dou Sprout stood up with a smile. He looked at the darkness around him and shouted, "I'm here, and a bunch of beasts dare to stir up trouble and kill you!"
