Chapter 135 – Tengri’s Voice – The Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

Yinchuan National Highway, Lion’s Bend section, a truck parked on the side of the road with its lights off.

“It’s been over half an hour, why isn’t anyone here yet?”

The three dilettantes called out earlier, and I was afraid that Goldwind Yellow would suddenly rush over with a large force of men.

Liao Bo said: “Don’t be anxious, in the wait, from the city over without traffic jams also have to be more than an hour, this is less than forty minutes, don’t worry, I’m this little disciple reliable.”

Another half hour.

“Hey, look, is it that car?” Bean Sprout Boy was the first to notice.

In the darkness, a big yellow Daihatsu with double blinkers approached us and slowly slowed down.

The car door opened, and from the big yellow hair came down a showy teenager of seventeen or eighteen years old, who was carrying a black duffel bag behind him.

This is a guy, how come he got the name Mi, sounds like a girl.

“Master I’ve found you!” The showy teenager ran over and hugged Uncle Liao.

“Look at you kid, how nice to let you stay at home, you have to run after me,” Uncle Liao gently pushed the teenager away, his eyes full of kindness.

“Master where are you going, I’ll follow you.”

“Stop it, did you bring the stuff.”

The teenager took off his duffel bag and Liao Bo unzipped it and looked at it.

“While the cab is still there, go back and pack up and leave Yinchuan first.”

Teenagers immediately reluctant, no matter what Liao Bo said refused to go, had to follow him, Huang Dafa driver has been urging, said to go not go ah, do not go to hit the table counting money ah.

There were also a few moments of reluctance in Uncle Liao’s eyes as he turned his head to look at me.

I kept my eyes on the main road, and immediately put in my word: “We can’t be delayed, get out of here.”

And just like that, in order to make the trip, there was another teenager named Mi.

Liao Xiaomi is actually Liao Bo picked up the child in Henan, four years old with the old man, Liao Bo also intends to cultivate, want to train him to become the successor of the Zhenwei Liao family crafts.

If you look at Mi now, he’s one of those fresh meat types with clear skin and features, thin arms and legs, I think he should be able to be a love interest.

Around the latter part of the night, the driver dropped us off when we arrived at the place, from where the hike into the desert was closest, and the driver carried out three more backpacks from the driver’s side with the stuff Ji-won’s brother had prepared.

Saying goodbye to the driver, our group veered off the national highway and began our trek towards the Alxa territory.

Fish would accompany us because afterwards I promised him a sum of money, which was enough for him to open a martial arts school in his hometown, so Fish agreed without even thinking about it.

Xiaomi is very good-tempered, after the face is familiar he called me Feng, Liao Bo as a participant in the Blackwater City incident is not an outsider, so I did not take Liao Xiaomi as an outsider.

This time of year has been very cold, the bag of water at night will freeze, folding tent | tent was not enough, now more than one person, can only let the Liao Bo and millet squeeze, this tent | tent in order to save place to carry a thin layer, can not block the Alxa night of the cold, the wind blowing, the person freezing to shiver.

The Mythical Bird I watched and what to say.

From the naked eye that is exactly the same, according to Liao Bo description, in order to do this bird, just sand molds have done more than twenty, in which to choose the most perfect, the material itself is a pottery figurine used in the Tang Dynasty burial, the color and the bird close to the sound of the bird, this kind of old pottery dipped in the water after the water is absorbed very quickly, I asked Liao Bo how to do it, he was very mysterious shake his head and said that the ancestors of the best knowledge, can not be said.

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Four days later.

“Is this the place Peak, why don’t I feel like it’s quite like this, have I gone astray.”

Looking at the endless desert within the horizon, I shook my head and said, “I remember there used to be two short trees on the road, how come they’re gone, and the white flag that was buried earlier has never been found.”

Liao Bo said, “This month is very windy, in a month’s time, a sandstorm will be enough to change the landscape, you’re thinking carefully, there’s a real possibility that we’ve gone astray.”

I looked around in bewilderment, trying to find a once familiar reference point, and there wasn’t even a hair of a tree, it was all sand.

We didn’t have a compass, and in any case to determine the general direction, we had to make sure that the group was heading west.

I remembered the way Uncle Kuru had taught me when I was in the Hutt Ministry.