Chapter 8 The Hidden Man-The Northern School Tomb Raider’s Notes

Pulling the door open, there was very little space inside and a few empty water bottles scattered on the floor.

“Bud Boy!” I caught a glimpse of Bean Sprout Boy on the ground, he was now unconscious with blood all over his head and his clothes covered in sand and dirt.

“Don’t move …..”

Suddenly, I felt something against my back.

“Who!” I whipped my head around to see.

“I said don’t move! If you move, I’ll stab you to death!” A man behind me suddenly strangled me and pressed a knife-like tool against my back.

“Say, what for, did Old Jin send you!” The man’s voice behind me was getting more and more agitated, and there was a stabbing pain, the sharp tip of the knife had pierced my skin. I felt like if I said one wrong word, that knife would stab me to death.

“Don’t be impulsive!” I said nervously, “I don’t know any Lao Jin, I’m from the institute, I didn’t know anyone lived here, I came down to save my colleague.”

He glanced at the fainted bean sprout boy, his tone tinged with suspicion, “You really weren’t sent by Goldwind Yellow? The institute, what institute.”

I said sharply, “What golden phoenix and silver phoenix, I don’t know this person at all, we are from the Institute of Geography, my name is Xiang Yunfeng, I’m here to interview the few tribes that live in seclusion in the desert. It’s all a misunderstanding, we have no animosity towards you.”

He will be skeptical frowned into deep thought, I was afraid to stimulate him did not dare to speak in. Two people so close, I can clearly hear his breathing, a little sharp.

He finally let go of the knife against my backside, and I slowly twisted my head, which gave me a good look at the man.

The man was in his thirties or forties, wearing dirty clothes, with a plastic bag wrapped around his head to keep the sand out, he had deep head lines, and when he frowned, the wrinkles on his forehead screwed up into one piece.

At that moment, the shouts of the guide Lao Zhang came from the cave entrance, and he loudly asked me how, how I couldn’t see where I was.

“Uncle Chang I’m fine, I found Budgie, I’m getting ready to go up,” I threw back at him.

After that, I raised my hands and said, “Brother, can I take my friend and leave you alone.”

The man gritted his teeth, suddenly drew out his pocket knife and threatened me, “Do you have any food.”

“Yes, yes,” I took two steps back.

“You can help me get my friend up there, we camel caravan with plenty of food.”

“What’s to eat?” He asked.

I thought about it and said, “There’s compressed biscuits, beef jerky, and some naan I bought locally in Yinchuan.”

He swallowed and gritted his teeth, “I’ll help you get this man up there, and in exchange you’ll leave me some food or…I’ll stab you both.”

I immediately said no problem, I’ll explain to the team when we get up there.

With that, a deal was struck and the man and I partnered up to lift the beanpole boy and walk out.

As soon as we came out we startled the crowd above us, putting our heads together and yelling, “Yunfeng who’s that!”