"Can you figure out a way to get the car out?"

one of them asked.

I saw that the entire body of the car was trapped. There was no way to pull it out. Besides, there were no other tools. It was obviously impossible to pull it up.

"Why are you traveling at night?"

I asked.

"We have to rush to the next point, there is a point to pick us up there." Another said.

But obviously he seemed to talk a bit too much, and he wanted to say something more, but was stopped by his companions.

"What's in the car?"

I asked.

"Some miscellaneous items."

Those few people seemed to answer easily.

Finally, a few of us smoothed the trap, and there was a sloped road in front of the car. We also moved a few rocks to prevent the wheels of the car from sinking into it.

The car finally climbed up.

"Brother, thank you."

One of them tapped me on the shoulder and introduced themselves. The one with scars on his face and eyebrows is called Sanzi, the one with half an arm is naked is Moosi, and the other two are twin brothers, Da Mei and Er Mei.

I smiled and introduced myself.

That night, I drank some of the drinks and food they gave me.

Unknowingly, I slept until dawn.

They've already started messing with the car. Perhaps a corner of the storage bag at the back of the car seemed to be worn out when it fell down yesterday.

So I was able to see clearly what was inside.

That's...

The car swayed, and a wrapped object fell out of it.

Book!

"What's that?"

I muttered.

The four people working in front seemed to be busy loading water and some food, which were the sour wild animals I gave them.

I quickly picked up the book.

Opening the white paper wrapped outside, I saw it was a scripture!

It is well preserved and the handwriting on it is clearly visible. It is the sutra brought back by eminent monks in the Tang Dynasty. Because I could see clearly that the contents of the sutra were in Sanskrit, but there were some annotations in Chinese, and on the last page, the person signing the name was Xuanzang.

According to historical records, Tang Xuanzhuang went to India to obtain Buddhist scriptures and returned to China more than ten years later. He found it difficult to memorize a large number of scriptures on the way, so he placed some scriptures in some caves along the way.

It is said that the collection of scriptures was astonishingly large. Following his return, there were more than a dozen camels full of scriptures and many Indian monks. However, due to the hardships and dangers on the way, those Indian monks could not adapt to the environment and died one by one.

Xuanzang buried them together with some scriptures along the desert Silk Road.

In comparison, there are only a handful of people that he actually brought back to Chang'an alone.

Therefore, it has been rumored that there are countless scripture treasures hidden in the caves on the Silk Road.

I carefully put away the scripture.

These people most likely stole the scriptures and planned to smuggle them out. Apparently they crossed the first border and planned to sell them out of the country.

No wonder, they looked very nervous about the things in the car last night.

"boom!"

The car hummed to life. If they leave here, maybe these national treasures will never come back. I'm a little anxious now and don't know how to stop them.

On the other side of the desert was the cultural relic dealer who was meeting them.

"boom!"

The wheel seemed to be stuck in the sand, making it difficult to move.

"What's going on? Why can't the car move?"

While driving, Sanzi looked back and said, "Brother, give us a push!"

Suddenly, I came up with a great idea.

"The wheel is stuck in the sand. You need tools to get it out. Turn off the engine quickly, otherwise the tire will explode if the wheel is too hot."

I said.

So they quickly put out the fire.

"What should we do?"

Mosi got out of the car, stared at the sunken wheel and sighed.

He looked outside from time to time, with anxiety etched everywhere on his face. I thought that if they hadn't been drunk last night, they would have slipped away long ago.

"In this case, Third Son, you go to the stone stairs of the city wall to get some tools. They are on the second floor."

I stared at Sanzi.

There are traps everywhere around the stone staircase, which can kill people. I used them to deal with the desert wolves. Those smart guys have never been fooled.

So, now it’s up to you to try it.

"good."

The third son didn't hesitate. He was probably in a hurry, so he hurriedly opened the stone door and walked in.

There's enough stuff in there to bear with you.

I pretended to look at the gravel under the tire and asked them to help move it.

"ah!"

Sure enough, within a quarter of an hour, I heard heart-rending screams coming from the stone stairs of the city wall.

The sound only lasted a few seconds and then went silent.

He is dead!

"Third son!"

Moosi and the others quickly ran over there.

Of course, I must not let them know that it was the mechanism I designed that killed Sanzi.

"No, it might be a Bungarus snake!"

I suddenly shouted, "Don't go in yet. Those guys will climb on the dark walls and hide inside during the day. Hey, I forgot to remind them just now. So, Moosi, you first go to the water source to find some thorns." Mu, those guys will be afraid of it."

Mosi quickly took a detour behind the city wall to look for it.

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