Chapter 217 Looking for the Gate of the Dung Palace

When he saw the black wind appear under the wall of the dilapidated ancient city, Zhao Daotu finally determined his guess in his heart.

The people of Huangquan Ghost City are really not simple, and Old Green's every move can't hide their eyes at all.

I thought there would be a fierce battle when I came here, but with the departure of the old Green team, everyone naturally saved this link.

Seeing the black wind again, this guy has lost a lot of weight. He is not only thin, but also dark. His dry skin is a little scary. There is nothing he can do. If he stays in such a damn place, everyone is the same.

"Boss!"

Seeing the God of Wealth, Heifeng was very happy.

And the God of Wealth looked at this loyal general and had already hugged each other tightly.

Mobei Huangsha began to go crazy again. The heat wave made people unable to hold on. The whole Hummer's body was no different from burning with fire. The high-strength tent brought by the black wind was set next to the dilapidated city, temporarily allowing everyone to rest.

The yellow finch knows that although the temperature under the shadow is close to 40 degrees, it is always better than baking in the sun.

Zhao Daotu's vigilance rose to the extreme at this moment. After all, his strength was very different from the number of people. He had to do so. Li Er was also frightened. At first, he didn't feel it on the road. Only at this time did he know that he could not take it lightly every minute and every second. Once Murong Lang left him and Zhao Daotu In the control, there is only one end for the two of them in Huangsha, Mobei, die!

"Li Er, try not to get out of the car and look at this boy!"

Zhao Daotu said gloomyly. He raised his head, picked up the telescope, and looked at this city, which may not be technically a city.

The general's tomb must have been in this place at that time, but 70 years have passed. Where is the entrance now?

Li Er nodded, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhao!"

Then he looked at Murong Lang and said with a smile, "Kid, there is no problem with us. If you want to run, I don't mind your life before you run, so be safe and good for everyone."

Murong Lang didn't say anything. At this moment, looking at Murong Qing outside the car window, his mood finally calmed down.

The yellow finch and others sat under the temporary 'pergola' together. It was still very hot. The God of Wealth distributed food and water to everyone. In such a ghost place, everything should be temperate. Even the urine pulled out by everyone was filled with a pot that drank all the water for a rainy day.

Mobei Huangsha, strange and hot, no one can guarantee what will happen. The tires of the Hummer are also wrapped in some rags to prevent serious fetalions.

The preparations for the pause are ready.

Biting the food in his hand, the God of Wealth said softly, "Guys, Old Green's people probably already know Zhao Daotu's conspiracy, so they retreated without certainty. Now, the only enemies we have to consider are Zhao Daotu and Li Er. These two guys are very vigilant and almost none. The car looks at Murong Lang all the time. It is difficult for us to save people. Therefore, if we are not sure, we can only follow his way. In addition, what I said is the real way, and we must not delay. The environment we are in now is no longer and more procrastinating. The bitter will be ourselves. I just asked someone to calculate. In addition to the food and water on the return trip, we can only save money here for five days at most. That is to say, within five days, we must find a countermeasure, either help him find the beauty jade according to Zhao Daotu's requirements, exchange two or two pieces of precious jade, or look for a machine. I will save people decisively. In five days, everyone must remember it.

The yellow finch looked solemnly at the God of Wealth. At this time, no one will joke about this. Everyone knows that time is running out, and Zhao Daotu and Li Er will not give up. This is indeed not an easy thing to do.

Murong Qing turned around and looked at her brother through the car window. Murong Lang smiled.

The little demon looked at Murong Qing and said, "Okay, Sister Murong, don't worry!"

Murong Qing nodded, "I'm not worried. I just feel a little sorry that my brother let everyone be bound by Zhao Daotu."

The yellow finch quickly said, "Murong Qing, if you say so, the first person who doesn't want to be sorry is me. Is there less trouble for me?"

"Oh, don't talk about it. Say less!"

Wang Pao took a sip of water, licked the mouth of the bottle with great care, and then said with a smile, "I hate less water when I drink it. Everyone, in the future, I will give an opinion to the country. Anyone who finds a waste of water resources will let him come to Mobei Huangsha for a free seven-day trip. I believe that after seven days, they will definitely come one by one. Cherish water like oil."

Time passed minute by minute and second. When everyone finished eating and drinking, it was already two or three o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, the temperature of Mobei Huangsha finally began to drop.

Zhao Daotu told Li Erban, and then walked down the Hummer and came to the side of the yellow finch and others. He said with a smile, "Guys, Mobei Huangsha is not as good as other places. I believe you all know, so we should not delay. In the afternoon and early morning, I think it is the best time to find the door of the underground palace of the general. . "

The desert is cold and dark at night. During the day, the temperature is ridiculously high, and there is only a moment of comfort in the afternoon and early morning. Zhao Daotu is naturally right.

And the words of the old man are also very obvious, which means that all the search and cracking work will be handed over to the team of Huang Que and others. He and Li Er enjoy their achievements.

"Sparrow, is your uncle right?"

Zhao Daotu laughed.

The yellow finch stood up, looked at him, and smiled, "Of course it's right, God of Wealth, I think we should really take action."

The God of Wealth also stood up slowly and patted the dust on his body, "Black wind, let everyone prepare, let's go in!"

With a wave of his hand, everyone began to act.

The sun already has the feeling of sunset, and the brightness is much softer. Zhao Daotu is a very scheming person. He was afraid that everyone would do anything. He also got out of the car with Li Er and Murong Lang and followed everyone.

Except for a few followers of the God of Wealth staying in place to guard against other things, everyone in the group began to walk into this dilapidated ancient city.

The ancient city is actually not an ancient city. Maybe it still has a lot of places buried in this rolling yellow sand. What everyone sees is only a very small part of it.

In front of Huang Que and others, Zhao Daotu and Li Er held Murong Lang behind. If he was an ordinary person, Murong Qing might still discuss rescue with Huang Que, but Zhao Daotu was different. This bastard had five poisonous hands, and he also practiced with colorful centipede as the body. Huang Hailin died in his hands. That scene, Murong Qing will not forget, so at this moment, he dares not take any adventure.

The God of Wealth dragged a heavy pace, and his body had already been soaked. The whole dilapidated ancient city could not see how large the area was, and there were no bricks and tiles in the same practical sense. However, some places were exposed to the ground, and some places were still fiercely buried by the yellow sand.

It's desolate, and it's not too much to describe it.

The part of the whole city exposed to the ground is not too much or high.

Looking at the continuous footsteps of the yellow finch and others, Zhao Daotu followed him, wiped his sweat and said, "Sparrow, you should have heard of the story 70 years ago. The Japanese found the general's tomb, and it is estimated that the unearthed area is not so large. Therefore, I think it is most likely to be the door of the underground palace. The places are those higher brick walls, and there will be more clues there!"

Zhao Daotu was also anxious. Looking for the general tomb does not mean that you can find it. Although it has reached this point, it is definitely not just a matter of finding the entrance of that year.

The yellow finch didn't say anything and kept going forward. He was desperate for an asshole like Zhao Daotu. If Murong Lang hadn't been in his hand now, the yellow finch really wanted to rush over and tore him up.

The yellow finch doesn't want to delay, let alone procrastinate. The longer it is, the higher the threat will be for everyone. Once there is a lack of water resources, no one is sure to get out of here.

"You guys, go to the east, yellow finch brother, I'll go to the south with the black wind, and you go to the west!"

The God of Wealth took a few breaths, and the black wind quickly hugged him. The God of Wealth smiled and said, "I've wanted to lose weight for a long time. This time, I'll lose weight completely."

Although it was in the afternoon, the temperature in Huangsha, Mobei, was still unusually roasted, and the sweat on the people was almost dry.

Where the yellow sand in the west is buried, the terrain begins to rise. The yellow finch walks in the front, and Xiao Diu follows behind it. Seventy years ago, there was a beautiful battle in this place. Now, I don't know how many Japanese bones are buried under the yellow sand.

The yellow finch is not a master of digging graves and tombs. There is no skill to find the gate of the underground palace under this yellow sand. Wang Pao and the little demon are also confused. They came here simply to be a companion. Everyone put all their hopes on Murong Qing. Murong Qing listened to it back then. This story has been passed no less than ten times. This time, it is more related to the life of her own brother. Therefore, she seemed very anxious. Sometimes she looked at the broken wall next to her, and sometimes looked at the yellow sand below.

It's just that after tossing for more than an hour, I still didn't find anything.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, the temperature was even lower, and a cool breeze began to blow in the yellow sand in the desert. It was rare for everyone to feel a moment of coolness and enjoy it.

Soon, the God of Wealth also declared failure. Lao Zhang was almost weak, but he still couldn't find the entrance to the gate of the underground palace.

One-third of the whole dilapidated city and the prominent yellow sand have been found, and the rest can only be found slowly.

"It's still early. Let's try to find seven o'clock in the evening!"

The God of Wealth shouted. He knew that the evening was the golden time in Mobei Huangsha.

Everyone stepped forward again.

Zhao Daotu gritted his teeth. After all, he was old. He began to regret it a little. If he had known it, he would have changed it directly to Nirvanayu. This red jade is really his mother. It's not easy.