Chapter 181: Curse of the demon

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"We can save him, nothing is okay..." Barney swayed, and the Bushmen's arrows were covered with poisonous sap, and they were able to lay down prey such as antelope and bison. Barney was afraid. In the conflict, the four of them will be here.
A Bushman looked at the four men with vigilance, and soon others came to lift the chieftain and blasted Lin Luoran from their camp.
Although three of the four were monks, Lin Luoran’s actions on the poor people who did not cover these clothes were not only her, but Wen Guanjing, although nicknamed
ST
, was called by some foreign practitioners. The butcher will not be such a heart-rending person.
For a time, the chiefs were dizzy. These Bushmen did not let them close to the treatment. Now, only when the chieftain wakes up, ask about the murals.
It is a factor that the Bushmen burned the fire all night and dispelled the beasts. In addition, the temperature difference between the desert night and the daytime was quite large, and it would still feel cold without burning fire.
Barney was a very qualified and conscientious guide. After the four returned to the jeep, Barney went to pick up a lot of firewood and came back to the jeep. It seems that it is okay to get through tonight.
Lin Luoran watched him play with firewood, and suddenly remembered that they bought something, that is, they forgot the match lighter and the like - the monk did not need to bring it, but now Barney is present, it is not good to use the technique...
Baojia stalls, there is a bit of gloating, she has not learned anyway, looking at the two people can not be used, it is really cool, haha!
However, Barney’s performance quickly made Lin Luoran feel that the money paid by Wen Guanjing was worth the money. The three monks "have nothing to do", the black and skinny Barney picks up a hole in the wood, finds a soft, dry hay stuffed in the tree hole, and licks a slightly thinner stick, just in the forest. Luo Ran performed in front of them "firewood fire"!
……This is real? Bao Jia quietly smashed the back of his hand. This is a technical job, so look carefully.
Barney seems to be an expert. I saw the wooden stick in his hand rotating quickly and regularly. The friction quickly produced high temperatures. As Barney’s patience continued, there was a thick smoke coming out of the tree hole. Barney wowed. Two sounds, and finally the smoke became bigger, but he was careful. He added a few leaves on the dry grass, and paid a few blows. The flame suddenly picked up from the smoke - this fire was finally born!
This does not rely on external forces, the real firewood, it seems to be a very common thing in Barney. Lin Luoran, part of the beef they bought, was in the trunk. At this time, the branches were taken out and the roast beef was eaten tonight.
The fire pile burned slowly in a slow and unsteady manner. Adding firewood seems to be a technical job too. The fire is too small to function as a cold. It is too big for the firewood to be weak, and the beef is on the fire. As they gradually become golden yellow and give a seductive scent, Lin Luoran also knows why Barney understands this.
Barney is also a Bushman, but it belongs to the tribes near the edge of the big city. Later, he was ordered by the government to plan the areas where they used to hunt and migrate. The Bushmen who were banned from hunting did not know how to plant. After four generations of dispersal, Barney’s parents found a small worker in the city. After a hard time, it was a rare open-minded Bushman who sent Barney to school. Although he only finished high school, Barney Nowadays, I am doing a job like a cashier. Although the mix is ​​not very satisfactory, it is quite different from the average Bushman.
But when he was a child, he learned the survival skills of the Bushmen who used firewood and fire. Barney had not forgotten it. Fortunately, he still had English. Because of him, it was called Lin Luoran that they were much more relaxed.
The only beef sprinkled with salted milk, Lin Luoran, they think it is normal, but Barney is very sweet.
After eating the beef, the two men left the jeep to Lin Luoran and Baojia, and they both prepared to deal with the fire for one night.
The jeep is dusty, although Baojia is not Miss Jiao, but she has never suffered such a bitterness since she was a child. Besides those mosquitoes, she will keep an eye on the fresh blood and tell her that she is very upset.
Lin Luoran closed his eyes in the front seat of the jeep. Bao Jia alone occupied the back of the duo. He heard the sound of a mosquito in the air. Lin Luoran wanted to give her a "cleansing" and heard Baojia dumb. The scorpion said faintly:
"Xiao Ran, I used to think that I was very bitter. I have never seen my aunt grow up... I have to grow up and have to hurt you, even my grandfather... I am looking at a child who is thirsty and can only chew the roots of plants. You said that we are like this, what is it?"
In a word, Lin Luo is silent. She still remembers that when she first met Bao Jia, she was still a little girl from the Imperial Beijing. She was cold and had a face that was not close to her, although she was physically smaller than the girls in these small places. I don't know how much, but mentally?
Some people always emphasize that the spirit is the most important, but that is also the case when they can live? For example, places like Africa, like the Bushmen, they don't eat well, and they don't cover their bodies. Why can they hear their laughter when they first enter the camp?
Is this the reason for satisfaction?
The more you get, the stronger your desires will become... Compared to asceticism, Lin Luoran still prefers life like this.
She sighed and decided not to bother to think about the dialectical issues of these advantages. Soon it was in the front seat - this is the ubiquitous fire aura in the desert, should the text view be more like it?
Baojia stared at the glass window and counted the mosquitoes. She was a pair of water and wood. In such an environment, she couldn’t cultivate. It was really impossible to sleep. Seeing Lin Luoran and Wen Guanjing are in the process, she simply opened the door and prepared to go down. The car is breathable.
Lin Luoran has an early warning of the gods. What is the danger of Baojia? She can save at any time, and she doesn't care too much.
Baojia sat in the mound, but snorted and suddenly ran to the other side of the sand dunes. After a few steps, the man disappeared strangely into the yellow sand of the sky.
Suddenly lost Bao Jia’s breath, Lin Luoran suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and got out of the car, went to the sand dunes, the wind started at night, the yellow sand in the desert was flying all over the sky, the sound of the nightingale was harsh, the eyes Where is the trace of the treasures in the rolling sand dunes that cannot be seen?
So fast!
When she heard Bao Jia's contempt, she rushed out. At her current speed, it was just a few moments. Bao Jia, a big living person, actually disappeared under her eyes!
Lin Luoran is about to enter the sand dune range, his arm is pulled by one hand.
This kind of movement has long been a surprise for Wen Guanjing. He saw Lin Luoran, regardless of whether he wants to go deep into the sand dunes, and took her:
"Mr. Lin Shi, this sand dune is weird... We are rushing into it, not necessarily saving her!"
Lin Luoran is also concerned about chaos, and is awakened by the Wenguan scenic spot. She also understands that there is only a bad thing in eagerness. The two men negotiated between the fires and woke up Barney.
I heard that an employer of his peers is missing, and Barney is also very nervous. He also attaches great importance to this bad reputation.
"It was taken away by the sand..." Barney seemed to think of something, and his face was unnatural. After Lin Luoran's repeated questioning, he only said a curse circulating among the Bushmen, which is related to the wind and sand demon, but when he left the Bushman tribe, he was too young to remember. Clear.
"Emirates..."
"Looking for the chief!"
Lin Luoran and Wen Guanjing were unanimous, but it was because both of them thought of the expression of the chief’s photo at the time, and it seemed to be fainted by horror.
There must be some connection between the two... Bao Jia’s disappearance, called Lin Luoran’s inconsistency, and the concern of the international friends’ feelings, she sneaked into the camp of the Bushmen’s camp not far away. The young chief who was sleepy picked up the chicken.
In fact, he was only shocked. He didn't need Lin Luoran to apply any healing. Barney gave him some cold water. The chieftain screamed twice and woke up.
By the fire, I saw Lin Luoran standing in front of him. The chieftain did not seem to have swung from Yu Jing. The backpack pointing at Wen Guanjing said a word intermittently - the photo was taken from the Wenguanjing backpack. of.
After Barney’s obvious and somewhat ridiculous translations, the chieftain’s turn over and over was all a word—the curse of the demon!
Impossible... It is a mural that is seen in the underground palace of the secret environment, a colorful aperture, and a monk who constantly plunges into the aperture. This is a mural that relates to the mystery of the disappearance of the Yuan Ying monk. How could it be the curse of the demon? "?"
Seeing that the chieftain said that it was unclear, and that the face was scared, Lin Luoran did not want to force him. The frown said to Wen Guanjing: "I suspect Baojia’s disappearance, this mural, and the curse of the demon, maybe it is Interrelated things... Where did you take this photo, we went to find it!"
Wen Guanjing is difficult: "This is taken by a veteran field worker. The desert can't identify the direction. He can walk out alive and is said to have lost half of his life, but he can no longer find this place... I also I am not jealous of you. Before this time, I have already used this task to find this place, but I have not found the place of these murals... except for the owners of this land, these Bushmen, I really can’t think of it. Who else can help us find this place."
Lin Luoran was amazed, but it was not at the sight of the photo, and did not ask the source of the photo. Now it is unreasonable to blame the landscape of others.
Looking at the chief who was shocked and fired beside the fire, found the place where the murals were, but he must convince him to contribute!
The curse of the demon?
Listening is really not a good thing, I hope that Baojia must not have an accident... Otherwise, Lin Luoran himself will certainly be guilty for a lifetime.
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