In Panjiayuan, the first thing they did was trick Lao Hu into going tomb raiding.

"Fatty..."

Seeing the fat man's appearance, Shirley Yang was a little dissatisfied, "Didn't you sleep?"

The fat man was about to retort, but seeing Old Hu staring at him nervously, he quickly changed his tune, "Thank you for your concern, Miss Yang. I had a bit of insomnia last night, mainly because I'm so anxious about not having a wife!"

"Humph!"

Having made a fool of herself, Sherry Yang stopped pursuing the matter.

"Black Desert..."

Anliman gazed at the surrounding desert and suddenly exclaimed, "Hell on earth—the Black Desert..."

The old man's sudden roar startled everyone.

Old Hu rode his camel up to Anliman and asked, "Grandpa, have you been here before?"

Anliman nodded. "That's right, I've been here once, but I almost died here. Thank goodness for the white camel..."

Anliman's voice trailed off when the word "white camel" was mentioned.

White camel?

Old Hu was taken aback for a moment, "Are there white camels?"

Yes, yes.

Anliman was a little angry, "Of course there are..."

"The Black Desert is sparsely populated, and even desert plants cannot survive here. It is a death zone, and the white camel is the god who governs the Black Desert!"

god?

Everyone remained silent, assuming that Anliman was talking nonsense.

The group continued onward, but the further they went, the stronger the wind became, and the less vegetation there was.

The Black Desert is hell on earth!

Anliman's words began to resonate in everyone's minds.

The group continued to walk against the wind, but the further they went, the stronger the wind became.

The land was once covered in yellow sand, and the few plants that could be seen before are now becoming increasingly scarce.

What's even more frightening is that the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and the mood in the archaeological team is becoming more and more depressed, as if everyone is holding their breath.

"Stop! The wind is too strong; we can't keep going!"

Helpless, Su Mo had no choice but to tell everyone to stop and rest.

With his military experience, Lao Hu quickly built a barrier out of yellow sand, and the group took shelter under it for a short rest.

"Ever since I stepped into this black desert, the wind has been blowing non-stop. When will it finally stop? I'm starting to miss the hot pot in Beijing!"

The once greasy-faced fat man has now lost a lot of weight, and even his witty remarks have decreased significantly.

Anliman, wrapped in a wool sweater and hiding in a corner, heard the fat man's complaints and said, "This is what the windy season in the desert is like!"

"The terrifying thing about the Black Desert is not the swarms of desert ants, nor the black sandstorms!"

The fat man was also bored, so he followed up on Anliman's question and asked, "What is that?"

Anliman said in a serious tone, "Legend has it that there is a fairyland in this desert. As long as someone enters it, they will see lakes and rivers, beautiful women and mythical beasts. But they will never reach there, even if they die of thirst and exhaustion, because it is a trap set by the devil to lure people to their deaths!"

"........."

The crowd looked at each other, unsure whether they were frightened or for some other reason, and for a moment they did not refute the old man.

"Uncle Anliman!"

Sherry Yang explained, "You're probably referring to mirages in the desert, which can easily confuse people with severe dehydration..."

"What nonsense are you spouting, little girl?!"

Hearing what Sherry Yang said, Anliman was a little angry, "That's the devil's trap, he's punishing the bad people in the world!"

"..."

Shirley Yang was utterly speechless.

"Miss Yang!"

At this moment, Ye Yixin from the archaeological team ran to Xue Liyang's side, leaned down and whispered something in Xue Liyang's ear.

"........."

Sherry Yang stood up and said to everyone, "I'm going to take care of some things behind the sand dunes with Yixin!"

Although the specific reason was not mentioned, the men in the room had some idea of ​​what was going on.

Su Mo reminded him, "Be careful!"

Ah!

After nodding, Shirley Yang pulled Ye Yixin out of the barrier.

Su Mo then said to everyone, "Let's rest for a while and wait for the wind to weaken before we continue!"

Professor Chen sighed, "At this point, there's no other way!"

Many people closed their eyes to rest, while others secretly prayed that the storm would end soon.

"Help!"

"Someone come here!"

Everyone suddenly woke up and turned around to look behind them—that was where Shirley Yang and Ye Yixin were.

"not good!"

Su Mo stood up and rushed out first.

.........

Not far away, Ye Yixin was half-buried in the yellow sand, while Xue Liyang was tightly holding Ye's arm.

"Su Mo!"

Seeing Su Mo, Shirley Yang clung to him like a lifeline, "Quickly save him! Quicksand! Yixin is trapped in quicksand..."

Ye Yixin also desperately cried for help, "Team Leader Su, please save me!"

quicksand?

This isn't quicksand!

Su Mo muttered something to himself, then used his "Snow-Treading Without a Trace" light footwork to dash out with a "whoosh," easily pulling Ye Yixin out like a radish.

The two women lay on the ground, their faces showing relief at surviving the ordeal.

Seeing this, Su Mo chuckled, "Don't be afraid. This isn't quicksand..."

Ye Yixin and Shirley Yang were both stunned for a moment.

Su Mo explained, "Quicksand in the desert is extremely terrifying. If it were really quicksand, given the arc of your struggle just now, you two should have been mercilessly swallowed up by the quicksand long ago!"

"I deduce that there should be another layer of space beneath this yellow sand!"

"..."

Sherry Yang clicked her tongue, and after thinking about the situation just now, she realized that Su Mo's words made some sense.

If it really was quicksand, he alone couldn't hold Ye Yixin back. What's even more peculiar is that Ye Yixin had stopped there and hadn't continued to sink.

"Xiao Ye... Xue Li!"

At this moment, Professor Chen, Lao Hu, and others also ran over.

Su Mo looked at Ye Yixin and asked, "Miss Ye, think back carefully, did you feel anything just now?"

"Huh? I...I..."

Ye Yixin's voice was a little soft and flustered, "I remember stepping on a stone and then I kept sinking!"

Stone?

Sherry Yang asked suspiciously, "How could there be stones in the desert? Could it be... as Su Mo said, there's another layer of space below?"

Hu Bayi took out his compass, silently recited the Dragon-Seeking Incantation, and his expression grew increasingly strange. "It seems like down below..."

As he spoke, Hu Bayi looked at Su Mo.

Su Mo disagreed and gestured for Lao Hu to continue.

After receiving Su Mo's approval, Old Hu said again, "There's an ancient tomb down there!"

Chapter Twenty-Eight: Ancient Tombs and Foreign Tombs

"There's an ancient tomb down there!"

Old Hu's words instantly made the archaeological team's expressions interesting; some were pleasantly surprised, while others frowned.

"Is that a compass you're holding?"

Xiao Sa asked with suspicion, "You can be so sure there's an ancient tomb down there just from a broken compass?"

"Oh…"

The fat man scoffed, too lazy to even bother mocking such an ignorant fellow.

"Little Sa!!"

Professor Chen has traveled all over the country, and his knowledge and experience are far beyond what a muddle-headed person like Xiao Sa can match. "That's a compass, not a compass needle!"

Professor Chen looked at Lao Hu and asked with a serious expression, "Is there really an ancient tomb down there?"

Before Lao Hu could speak, Su Mo took the initiative to say, "Whether it's true or not, we'll know once we try!"

As he spoke, he took out shovels and spades and distributed them to everyone, then took the lead in digging through the yellow sand.

"Ding!"

Fatty, Su Mo, and the others still had a few minutes to dig when their iron tools struck the rocks below.

"We've found it!"