I patted my butt and stood up and walked to Erhuang. The body of Mrs. Zhao Xiaoli was still half-squatting in that strange posture to "absorb the essence of the sun and the moon". Erhuang tacitly did not ask me what Qingmu had talked to me, nor did I mention what we were talking about to Erhuang. After all, everyone has different understandings of that world. Laomao and others think that the other world is in the center of the earth, living a group of lizard people with super civilizations and even want to control the world. Erhuang thinks that there is a group of demons leading the Yellow Spring Slave in another world. Some ascended seniors and sages are fighting for their death. No matter what aspect they consider, it seems that the first life in Aoki's mouth, the curse that bothers me and Zhu Tan, all means that I have a close connection with the civilization of another world. I may even be an important figure in another world civilization. Before everything is clear, once this news is leaked, it will make me their imaginary enemy and make the already complex situation even more complicated.

I can also guess from Aoki's words that this time I came to Lop Nur and wanted to take Yuan Tiandao back, I was afraid that I would go to another world by myself. What does another world mean to me still unknown. I can think of it with my feet that it will definitely not be smooth sailing. For me, it may be a double-edged sword, or even a choice of life and death - a place where Zhu Tan would rather go to Qinglong Mountain than dare to set foot. What will happen if I go? I don't know this, but I have no way out.

Erhuang felt my fatigue, and he patted my shoulder and said, "Baqian, if you are tired, go back and rest. I'll watch you here."

I nodded, stood up and returned to the tent without refusal. But I tossed and turned but couldn't fall asleep overnight. It was not until dawn that the "body" of the old lady Zhao Xiaoli returned to the tent. I pretended to close my eyes and fell asleep, while the body was intimately nestled beside me. Her body was extremely cold, mixed with the complex fragrance. At this moment, I heard a slight sigh from the door of the tent, and then walked away gradually.

I smiled bitterly, and I knew that this secret could not be hidden from Erhuang, who looked rude but had extremely delicate thoughts. I was not prepared to really want to hide it from him. I even thought Erhuang could explain this matter with the mind of Xuanmen. Smelling the unique fragrance from the old lady Zhao Xiaoli, my heart gradually became more comfortable and calm. I was too lazy to think about whether it was because this fragrance really had a calming effect or because the demons in my soul smelled the smell of my hometown, and their sleepiness was like a tide. Come, I closed my eyes and fell asleep almost instantly. In the dream, I saw a man wearing golden armor and carrying a broken sword. At his feet, there were mountains of corpses and blood, and the ground was covered with broken arms. In the distance, countless soldiers wearing heavy armor slowly approached him. The feeling of a heroic twilight made me feel infinite sadness. It was at this time that he looked back at me, and I tried hard to see his face clearly. In the layers of fog, I seemed to see myself.

Then a thunder suddenly fell from the sky, and the thunder rolled. I woke up instantly from my dream. The sun shone through the gaps in the tent on my face. I got up and walked outside. Old Guli and his friends were drawing routes on the ground. After seeing me get up, Old Wang and his friends came over. Erhuang said to me: "Old Guli said that if nothing unexpected happens, we can reach the military camp that year before tonight. The location of the military camp is only half a day away from the ancient city. He wanted to ask whether we should leave the military camp tonight or go directly to that place overnight."

"Let's talk about that place first." I said.

Erhuang looked at me and said, "Are you a little scared?"

I smiled bitterly and didn't answer Erhuang. Then I went to wash my face and ate some dry food. The compressed biscuit tasted badly. In addition, I was in a heavy mood and tasted like wax. After eating a piece, I could no longer eat it. Then I hurried in the yellow sand all over the sky. The desolate and tragic desert scenery in my eyes had become endless yellow sand that makes people dry and boring. In this rarer place in humans, you can't even get from this

I found another color in the desert. Old Guli would stop and look around every time I walked. I walked beside him and chatted with him. He heard him speak some of the experiences and taboos in the desert in broken Mandarin. Finally, he pointed to the body on my back and asked me who I am. I said he was a friend of mine. Old Guli was obviously stunned for a moment. He then said to me in gestures and sporadic Chinese: "I have smelled this kind of smell somewhere else."

I was intrigued instantly and asked Old Man Guli where he had smelled it. Old Man Guli said he didn't remember it very clearly. He said that it seemed that a peddler who went to the village many years ago had such a smell. The peddler was a very ordinary peddler. Every time he picked a pick and brought some strange gadgets outside. He didn't charge any money. His goods only needed to be exchanged with women's hair. Whether it was the whole braid or said that sporadic hair could be taken.

Come and change it. Old Man Guli said that he was still a child at that time. He would collect his hair from his grandmother every time he combed her hair. When the peddler came, he could exchange it for some candy. I hurriedly asked him who the peddler was, where he lived, and whether he was still there. Old Man Guli shook his head and said he didn't know. The peddler was a foreigner. He used to live in an abandoned old house in the village. As for when he left later, no one knew.

I don’t know why, but when I heard Old Guli talk about this peddler, I felt a creepy feeling, which reminded me of a bald fruit-selling head in our village when I was a child. He often wandered around the villages, pulling seasonal fruits, which could be bought with money or exchanged for food. His shouting was also very distinctive. Every time the children came, they followed behind. Sometimes he would take some fruits that were almost broken and cut the broken parts for us to eat. But suddenly one day he never came again. I was very happy every time he came, but I didn’t feel anything when he didn’t come for a long time, and I even had to forget the existence of this person. Until one day I heard adults chatting and saying that he was dead and had cancer, you realized that a person disappeared from you.

Of course these two stories cannot be equal, but they feel that they are so similar.

There are too many peddlers who collect hair.

I always think that those who collect hair use their hair to make wigs.

But if you think about this story of Old Guli, so many people who collect hair are like the ones Zhao Xiaoli is about to become, will they be creepy?

I quickly called Erhuang over and told him about this, and said, "What do you think people like this do to collect their hair?"

"Did Huangquan Nu open a wig?" Erhuang scratched his head and said.

"Get out! Do you think it's an evil method? Cast spells with your hair or something?" I asked.

"Hair is produced by essence and blood. There are indeed some evil methods that require hair to be used as a guide, but this is not similar." Erhuang said, Erhuang glanced at Zhao Xiaoli, and said, "You said, is he looking for someone by collecting hair?"

"Hmm?" I was stunned for a moment, but I immediately understood Erhuang's meaning, and I said, "What do you mean is that the person is looking for Zhao Xiaoli?"

"Just say that, and you said that I was also confused." Erhuang said.

"No, I think what you said is very likely. Among the group of people back then, Zhao Xiaoli was undoubtedly the most special one. Yuan Tiandao hid her, and then there was a peddler who wanted to find her out." I said.

"What are you worried about?" Erhuang looked at me and said.

"Do you still remember the words of Laomao? I always think that Huangquan slaves are shameless. They will only live in rare places like monsters, so I don't agree with the so-called lizard man who is Huangquan slave. But now I believe it a little. They can actually become peddlers and become people of other professions and live by our side." I said.

Erhuang and I looked at each other, and didn't dare to continue talking about this issue because it was something that was extremely terrifying to think about.

——A day is very fast compared to the long journey. When the sun sets west, we finally arrived at that place. However, our hope of obtaining supplies here is probably dashed. There are broken barbed wire everywhere, and the remains of some semi-finished facilities left over from that year. Decades have passed. No matter how good the quality of the military facilities back then were buried in this endless yellow sand. But at this time, Aoki, who has rarely expressed her opinions, stood up this time. She pointed to the ruins in front that were almost buried in the yellow sand and said, "Dig."

"What are you digging?" I asked.
Chapter completed!