Han Xiao Liu drove, a belly full of resentment, not even in the mood to listen to CDs.
“What the hell are they all about? Sure, I didn't save the dying, but I saved them all! How dare they question me.”
Han Xiao Liu swore this was the first time he’d met people like this, feeling they’d researched their brains silly.
They say taking a step back opens up a world of possibilities.
But Han Xiao Liu felt taking a step back didn't bring a world of possibilities, but a belly full of pent-up anger, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got.
“Hao Ai Guo, if you hadn't been bitten by a snake, I would have killed you too!”
Even though Han Xiao Liu loved playing with guns before, and even more so in the tomb-robbing world where he could shoot freely underground, he’d never wanted to kill anyone.
This was the first time Han Xiao Liu had thought about killing someone, and once the thought arose, it was hard to change.
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After a simple resupply, the archaeological team set off again.
After what happened before, Shirley had developed an opinion of Professor Chen and the others.
Hu Ba Yi and Wang Pang Zi felt the same way, they were genuinely grateful for Han Xiao Liu’s life-saving grace, even thinking about how to thank him later.
But the journey had to continue.
“Comrade Xiao Yang, we’re going to Kuerle next, we’ll resupply there and then head deep into the desert.”
“Yeah, according to my father’s notes, the only time you can reach the ancient city of Jingjue is during the wind season. Only during the wind season will the ancient city of Jingjue appear. When the wind season is over, it’ll be buried under the sand again. So, we need to hurry.”
Professor Chen seemed unaffected by the events on the glacier, studying his notes in the car all the time.
Hao Ai Guo was the same.
Only the two surviving young people, Ye Yi Xin and Sa Di Peng, seemed to be in low spirits and worried about the road ahead.
Especially Ye Yi Xin.
On the glacier, when she watched Han Xiao Liu trigger the avalanche, she felt his figure was incredibly tall. After finding out what happened beneath the crevice, she directly sided with Han Xiao Liu, thinking he hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Xiao Sa, do you think we can find the ancient city of Jingjue?”
“I don’t know, but I will do my best. It is the common dream of all of us who study the culture of the Western Regions.”
Wang Pang Zi snorted at this, his mouth couldn’t help but retort:
“How do you try your best? You think you’re having a baby? Will trying your best work?”
“Fatty, that’s not funny. Everyone will have their role to play. I believe I can do it.”
Pang Zi couldn’t help but roll his eyes, he didn’t even want to play poker.
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Han Xiao Liu drove straight to Kuerle and made some resupplies there.
Although the system’s GPS gave the coordinates of the ancient city of Jingjue, how to get there was up to him.
Kuerle was the closest town to the ancient city of Jingjue and a must-pass place when entering the desert, it was also the only resupply point before entering the desert.
Han Xiao Liu checked the car after checking into the motel.
Fortunately, there were no major problems, especially the tires after driving over the glacier. If it blew out in the desert, it’d be embarrassing.
“Bang!”
He closed the hood and clapped his hands.
“Oil and water are fine, the engine has no abnormal noises, the suspension is also good.”
Han Xiao Liu breathed a sigh of relief and went straight out of the motel, then found a local barbecue restaurant to enjoy some delicious food.
He ordered everything: mutton skewers, roasted lamb legs, lamb kidneys, then two cold dishes to cut through the richness, paired with beer, perfect.
Han Xiao Liu devoured the delicious mutton. In his previous life, he loved eating roasted lamb. Now that he was in Xinjiang, he couldn’t miss out on the local authentic food.
He was very satisfied with this meal, his previous unhappiness was also forgotten.
After resting at the motel for a night, he packed up and set off early the next morning.
Han Xiao Liu had just left when the archaeological team also arrived.
It wasn’t tiring driving there, they all discussed it and directly found a guide to take them into the desert.
There was an unwritten rule here: three things were needed to enter the desert: water, camels, and Anli Man.
Water was essential.
Camels were clearly used for transportation.
As for Anli Man, his real name is Esihaiti Aimaiti, the only one who had ever entered the desert during the wind season and lived to tell the tale. He was known as the living map of the desert.
Hu Ba Yi used some tricks, and with Shirley’s American dollars paving the way, he finally managed to persuade Anli Man.
The archaeological team followed right behind Han Xiao Liu, riding camels into the desert.
Camels may not be fast, but they can travel in a straight line.
Driving wasn’t possible.
Off-roaders know that you have to drive along the ridge of a sand dune in the desert.
If you fall, a rollover is the least of your worries, not being able to climb back up is what’ll kill you.
Han Xiao Liu had naturally done his homework, and since he had plenty of fuel, taking a detour wasn’t a problem. It was better than rolling over or having the car break down.
However, after driving for less than half a day, something happened that drove Han Xiao Liu crazy.
The engine overheated and stalled.
Han Xiao Liu checked the oil and water, finding no problems, thinking the intake was blocked. He replaced the air filter, waited for the engine to cool down a bit, then found it stalled again after a short while due to high temperatures, especially the air conditioner had no wind at all.
Although Han Xiao Liu knew some things about cars, it was only a little.
Now he was in a bind.
“What the hell, no way, I can’t buy a car from the system, that’s too much of a waste.”
Yes, Han Xiao Liu didn’t want to spend system currency on a car from the mall.
Moreover, with his current less than 60,000 currency, he couldn’t buy anything good.
He sighed for a while in front of the car before looking at it again, suddenly he had an idea.