Han Xiao Liu sat in front of the car, looking at the inside of the engine compartment, and had an idea.
“Could it be the intercooler in front is blocked?”
Han Xiao Liu immediately got up, took out tools from the trunk, and started disassembling.
When he removed the intercooler in front, Han Xiao Liu took a closer look and found that it was indeed filled with sand, so dense that no air could pass through.
There was no blower or anything like that on site, so Han Xiao Liu could only take out the electric air pump and connect it to the car’s power supply to start it.
“Hiss~~”
The sand was blown out little by little, and it took nearly an hour to blow the intercooler clean.
“Damn it, if this continues, this little guy will definitely become a master mechanic.”
After a self-deprecating remark, Han Xiao Liu installed the intercooler, cleaned the intake pipe, and got back in the car to start it.
The car started, and it ran fine for a while.
“Yeah~~~ I’m a genius.”
Han Xiao Liu turned on the CD and played the theme song of Big Brother Cheng “Who Am I”, and continued to race across the desert. He drove for another half a day, the sun was about to set, and there was still a vast expanse of sand, a dead land.
It was the wind season, and the desert weather could change in an instant. As the wind and sand became increasingly strong, the engine temperature rose again.
“Damn it, so unlucky? It just had to happen at this time.”
Han Xiao Liu looked around and found something that looked like a building on a sand dune about a mile to his left, vaguely visible.
He made a decision, stepped on the accelerator, and drove straight towards it.
“Heaven will not let a man die. It seems I'll be spending the night here.”
Han Xiao Liu stored the car in his system equipment bar and took a closer look. No one knew what dangers lurked beneath the seemingly foolish act.
There was a mud house that looked like a farmhouse, and several collapsed mud walls next to it. The house had collapsed a little, but it should be enough to shelter from the wind and sand.
But when Han Xiao Liu went inside, he couldn't help but slap his forehead.
“Why does this look so much like the place where the archaeological team took shelter from the sandstorm in the movie? Could they have caught up?”
Han Xiao Liu shook his head, not wanting to think about it anymore. He kicked the bones under his feet aside, cleaned up a space, sprinkled some lime powder, laid down a mat, and silently took out water and food to eat.
Deep in the desert, meat was an absolute delicacy.
Moreover, Han Xiao Liu had brought the famous cooked food from the capital city.
Outside, a sandstorm raged, but inside, the aroma of meat filled the air. Having a “picnic” in such a place was unique.
After eating and drinking his fill, the wind and sand outside became stronger, almost covering the sky and sun, which looked terrifying.
“Quick, quick, quick, there’s a place to shelter from the sandstorm over there, go in quickly.”
Han Xiao Liu vaguely heard Hu Ba Yi’s voice.
“Damn it, I ran into them after all, what a bad omen!”
When the archaeological team came in and saw Han Xiao Liu sitting there, everyone looked at him in disbelief.
“Mr. Han, how did you get here?”
“Didn’t you see the car outside?”
They were all like refugees, they didn’t have the time or energy to look at the car.
Han Xiao Liu just said that, the car was actually stored away by him.
But once the sandstorm stopped, he had to go out and repair the car immediately.
After confirming safety, the people in the archaeological team started acting like they had ADHD.
Wang Pangzi walked over to An Li Man with a gun in one hand and pulled him up.
“Fatty, what are you doing?!”
“Old Hu, this guy here, always talks about friends and friends. If I hadn't been watching, he would have run away, he doesn't care if we live or die. What a jerk.”
Han Xiao Liu couldn't help but snort.
“In the face of life and death, who cares who you are? He's not your dad.”
Hu Ba Yi pushed Wang Pangzi aside.
“Alright, just shut up, if it wasn't for An Li Man, we wouldn't have made it here.”
Shirley sat next to Han Xiao Liu and reached out to rub her eyes.
“Don’t rub them, come here, let me blow on them for you.”
Han Xiao Liu first took out a bottle of mineral water, poured a bottle cap full for her to rinse her eyes, and then blew on the sand grains, blowing them away.
“Thank you. I didn’t expect to run into you here.”
“I didn’t expect to run into you guys either. You should tell them not to mess around, this place is not sturdy.”
Shirley was very receptive. She now felt that Han Xiao Liu was more reliable than anyone else.
Ye Yi Xin took advantage of Shirley getting up and quietly climbed over to Han Xiao Liu’s side. She tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, but her posture looked a little easy to evoke some strange images.
“Comrade Han, my name is Ye Yi Xin, I also graduated from the History Department of Peking University, I have heard of you for a long time.”
“Oh. You should eat some heatstroke medicine, you have some signs of heatstroke, eat the medicine and rest quickly.”
“Eh......”
Ye Yi Xin didn't know what to say. She felt that she was being treated differently, especially the disdain in Han Xiao Liu's tone, which he wasn't hiding at all.
“I’m not kidding. People can die in the desert at any time. Look at those bones over there, they’re human bones.”
Everyone couldn't help but look at the bones after hearing this, and when they realized it was indeed human bones, Hao Ai Guo immediately crawled over and took out a magnifying glass to start examining them.
Sa Di Peng felt that the place he was sitting on was a little hard, so he moved the sand beneath him, found a wooden board underneath, and cleared it. He found that it was a coffin lid.
Now the entire archaeological team gathered around.
Fatty’s greedy nature surfaced again. He couldn't wait to open the coffin.
“Mummy! I didn't expect to encounter a mummy. Now, a mummy of this quality can sell for a lot of money abroad. Many wealthy collectors like to collect these mummies. And mummies have great archaeological value. If only we could transport it back.”
Everyone started researching the mummy, as if they had discovered something extraordinary.
Han Xiao Liu felt bored. It wasn't a zombie, what was there to research?
So he put on his mask and closed his eyes to rest, waiting for the black sandstorm to pass.