Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

"Maybe..."

Since Mu Zi analyzed it like that, I couldn't give a reason.

Did something happen in the tent?

Mu Zi immediately took out a dagger, and I felt that the dagger was getting hot, so I was afraid that it would burn my hand.

I suddenly opened the tent.

People quickly stepped back.

Fearing that something inside would threaten their lives.

"Dead people!"

When I looked carefully, I found that there were many people in plain clothes in the tent, but they were all killed, and they died in a strange way, their bodies and heads were almost deformed by something.

It has begun to stink.

"It has been dead for several days."

Mu Zi covered his nose.

There were some insects everywhere eating the corpses, no wonder these people...

"Who are they?"

I was puzzled.

"I don't know."

Mu Zi wanted to further clarify the identity information of these people, but from what we know about the things left at the scene, we can judge that these people were dragged here by someone, so nothing was left.

There were piles of corpses in both tents.

Apart from that, there was nothing.

Nothing was found on the bodies of these dead people. It was obvious that everything on these people had been taken away.

"How cruel!"

The more I looked, the more numb I felt.

"Let's go, otherwise we will become a corpse sooner or later." Mu Zi drank a sip of water and continued.

Keep walking to the northeast.

However, we still need to adjust our position from time to time, because the direction we see with our eyes is inaccurate.

For example, if a person keeps walking forward without a standard scale, he will deviate from the original direction.

If the distance is far enough, it will completely go against the established goal.

"Someone!"

We walked several kilometers away from where we found the tent, and just as the sun was setting, it seemed that we saw a savior.

It's the police!

I knew it when I saw the uniforms they were wearing, and each of these people was carrying a gun in their hands and patrolling everywhere.

"Hey, here!"

I waved desperately and shouted desperately.

Mu Zi seemed very silent and silent.

After a while, those people noticed our presence, and then those people frowned and looked at me.

"Hello!"

I felt as if I had seen my relatives.

"You guys..."

The men looked a little clumsy and looked at us for a long time.

"We are..."

I was about to say something, but Mo Lan tugged at the corner of my clothes and motioned me not to speak.

"We are lost, so we want to ask for support."

She said lightly, looking very anxious.

The men looked at Mu Zi, as if they were discussing something, and then stared at the four-wheeled vehicle we were towing and asked us what was on the vehicle?

"Water and food."

Mu Zi said.

"Okay, follow us."

The men led us forward.

Mu Zi whispered to me that they might have problems and I should be careful.

"No way?"

"There must be a problem. You see, since you have communicated with the search and rescue team, they naturally know your existence, and they don't seem to be policemen, they should be..."

Mu Zi wanted to say something, but was afraid of arousing suspicion, so I was more careful and took it one step at a time.

At this time, I thought about the dead man in the tent. Could he have something to do with this group of people?

Thinking of this, I felt that I shouldn't have greeted them.

Now I regret it.

Those people took us to an off-road truck, and then I saw there were also a dozen people walking back and forth, but these people were not wearing uniforms.

"We're here."

One of them called us over.

We walked over, and those people's eyes fell on us, which made me a little scared.

"Get in the car!"

There was a driver in the car. The driver looked very capable and had a face full of flesh, but when Mu Zi saw that person, he became a bad person.

"It's over!"

Mu Zi sighed.

"Mu Zi, nice to meet you!" The driver in the car smiled slyly.

"Do you know each other?"

I was a little surprised.

Mu Zi didn't say anything and got on the car directly.

The truck was a four-seater, and I sat in the back. Those people moved all the things from the four-wheeled vehicle onto the truck, including the golden Buddha head.

I complained bitterly.

They are the thieves who sell cultural relics.

"Happy cooperation, I'm glad you're about to complete the task." The driver didn't drive in a hurry, but smiled.

Mu Zi didn't answer.

"You..."

I was about to say something, and the man next to me put something against my waist.

It should be a pistol.

He motioned me to be quiet.

I didn't want to have many blood holes on my body for no reason, so I shut up.

"Hey, go back!"

The driver was a man in his fifties, but he had white hair and wrinkles on his face. He seemed to be very good at disguise. Once he pulled out his beard, he looked like a young man of three years old.

Soon, the people around the truck went in all directions.

"It's time for us to leave too."

After saying that, he started the car.