The four of them arrived at the edge of the pool and found the extremely hidden stone mouth that was coming out of the water. Three of them used their clothes to block the wind and sand. One of them used a bucket to collect water below. After about twenty minutes of touching, they finally collected the water.
The man slowly walked into the stone house with water.
Everyone worked together to lift the sand inside to the door. The broken stone house was basically blocked. Several assistants used tents and shelves to make doors to barely block the wind. Fortunately, the stone house is not small in size.
Everyone can sit back and light a little fire with mini fuel and cloth, and the flashlights are not turned on, in order to maintain sufficient power.
The wind was everywhere outside, and the strong wind was like a ghost crying. The strong wind penetrated into the cracks of the rocks. Although everyone had a stone house to shelter the wind, the room temperature was still very low. The bone-broken coldness gradually came, and everyone hugged the fire.
He was trembling with his body.
"Everyone go to the sleeping bag to keep warm. Fortunately, we brought a thermal sleeping bag this time. Remember to lay out the insulation mats. Two of them take turns to watch the night. The others rest early to preserve their physical strength." Professor Wu spoke first.
"Well, I can't go out these two days. Everyone insists on it. Xiao Wang and I will be there tonight." Another assistant said immediately.
"I don't know that senior... hey." Cheng Luo was a little sad. With such a big sandstorm outside, he had a very slim hope of survival alone. "What's going on with senior? Why is he so abnormal suddenly?
?Did you really not see him along the way?"
"No. I don't know where he went." One of the assistants who had just gone out to fetch water shook their heads with some pain, "It's a great blessing that we can come back safely. Zhou Qiang...I hope he has good luck."
"Maybe, he will find it back by himself in the middle of the night. We will pay attention to movements during the vigil," Cheng Luo said.
"Well, we will." The assistants nodded and responded.
Suddenly, Que Qiu, who had always been a little sensible, said: "Everyone has his own destiny. If he is cursed by Eriel, no one can stop him."
"Curse? Guide, do you believe this legend?" Cheng Luo looked at Que Qiu and asked with a frown.
"You are in this industry and respectful to Yiriel, and you can't believe it. Those who are not liked by Yiriel will be cursed and rejected and then disappear." Que Qiu said with a faint expression while laying a temperature barrier.
"But the senior is not a bad person." Cheng Luo bit his lip and whispered. And, curse? Is there really such a thing?
"It has nothing to do with good or bad. Besides, there is no absolute good or bad. It's because Yirel doesn't like him." Que Qiu got into the sleeping bag, finished slowly, then raised his hand and pulled the sleeping bag up, ready to go to bed.
Cheng Luo's mood is a bit complicated. She has always been a materialist and doesn't believe in any curse. However, everything that has happened since entering the desert has shaken her beliefs. There is really something unknown in this mysterious desert.
Does it exist?
Cheng Luo silently hoped that the senior could meet them again safely. She left the fire and went to Tianmiao's sleeping bag, and found that Tianmiao had not yet pulled the sleeping bag to sleep.
"Why haven't you slept in Sister Tianmiao?"
Tianmiao pulled the sleeping bag and said with a smile: "Well, I'm going to sleep. I'm waiting for you."
"Thank you, Sister Tianmiao. I'm really a little scared these days. I won't be afraid if I sleep with you." Cheng Luo said with a smile, spreading his sleeping bag, "Oh! Wait a minute! I'll get something."