You said you were good at archaeology, but your tattoo of the Nine Dragons pulling the coffin has be

Huo Jilin chuckled after observing Satipeng's appearance.

So, it feels so good to be disliked by others but unable to kill you.

After a lot of trouble, the group finally got on the truck.

[Ding Dong~ Congratulations to the host for breaking through 10% of the progress in the first round of ancient tomb exploration. Yinglong has been upgraded to the second level, and can summon phantoms to increase the host's combat power. Please keep up the good work. When the progress reaches 50%, new items will be unlocked for the host.]

On the truck, the system's voice sounded.

Huo Jilin first looked around vigilantly, and after finding that there was nothing abnormal, he began to think about the second stage of tattoo happily.

Just a first-level Yinglong can use its own blood to repel fire beetles.

Wouldn't the phantom be even more powerful?

What if it is upgraded to the highest level?

Huo Jilin began to look forward to the highest-level Yinglong.

Shirley Yang only rested for a short while, then approached Huo Jilin with the information, and explained to Huo Jilin with the map.

"Mr. Huo, according to the plan that Professor Chen and I had made before, we plan to start from Bosten Lake and head south to find the ancient Peacock River, and then go into the depths of the desert through the river."

"Then go south along the Zidu'an River and look for the remains of the ancient city of Jingjue. Do you think you need to prepare anything?"

Huo Jilin asked Shirley Yang to pick up the paper and write it down.

"Sufficient tape, water resources, food, thick cotton-padded jackets and oranges."

Wang Kaixuan was shocked: "We are going to the desert to find the ancient city of Jingjue, not to travel, why do we bring cotton-padded jackets and fruits? Brother Huo, don't you know that the desert is very hot?"

Huo Jilin explained: "The temperature difference between day and night in the desert is very large, and the temperature difference between day and night can reach 50 degrees Celsius. Maybe you will be melted by the sun during the day, but you will be frozen silly at night."

"The tape is for Miss Shirley Yang to prepare for taking photos. I don't need to talk about water resources and food."

"I asked you to bring oranges to supplement your life... Forget it, you won't understand even if I tell you. European fishermen rely on eating oranges to prevent sepsis."

Wang Kaixuan was shocked: "Brother Huo! How do you know so much? You haven't been fishing in Europe, have you?"

Huo Jilin was speechless for a moment: "Yes, I am the fishhook."

Although Shirley Yang felt confused, she still recorded everything Huo Jilin said word for word.

After recording, Shirley Yang looked at everyone with a serious face: "Then if there is no problem, I hope we can set off immediately when we arrive."

When Wang Kaixuan heard Shirley Yang's words, he suddenly showed some anger on his face:

"What! Set off immediately?"

"Look at how tired everyone is for you! Are you going to let people live!"

"I tell you! Now it is the working people who are in charge."

Shirley Yang frowned and explained to Wang Kaixuan:

"Mr. Wang, the notes say that the ancient city of Jingjue can only be found in the wind season."

"This year's wind season has come. If we delay any further, it may be too late."

Wang Kaixuan glanced at Hu Bayi.

Hu Bayi looked serious: "This time we can never talk about it on paper again. We must find someone who is familiar with the local conditions, especially someone who is familiar with the desert.

Huo Jilin nodded: "Brother Hu is right. ”

After the group reached a consensus, they bumped along the way and finally arrived at the town closest to the ancient city of Jingjue.

The mayor, Wang Bawan, enthusiastically introduced the town. After hearing that the group was going to enter the desert, Wang Bawan immediately invited the group to the local government office.

In the courtyard of the government office, more than a dozen camels were grazing.

Wang Bawan did not introduce the plants and trees in the government office in detail, but led the group directly into a room.

In the room, there sat a man dressed in nomadic clothes, about fifty years old.

Wang Bawan pointed at the man and said, "His name is Anliman. He is the person in our town who is most familiar with the desert. Those who want to enter the desert all ask him to be their guide."

Everyone looked at Anliman, who was holding his hands together and reciting a prayer oath.

Chen Jiuren stepped forward respectfully and introduced himself:

"Hello, brother. We are archaeologists from the capital. We would like to ask you to be our guide and take us into the desert. "

Anliman was still reciting the oath of prayer, ignoring Chen Jiuren.

Chen Jiuren was a little embarrassed and smiled awkwardly.

Seeing that Anliman was so disrespectful to his teacher, Satipeng could not sit still and reminded him very dissatisfiedly: "Hey, old man! My teacher is talking to you! At least say something to him!"

Anliman did not even raise his head, pretending not to hear Satipeng's blame.

Chen Jiuren patted Satipeng, signaling him not to speak anymore.

Several people took turns to verbally bombard Anliman, but Anliman remained motionless. WhoIgnore him.

As a master of the original novel, Huo Jilin knew that Anliman's lifeblood was his camel, and he chuckled:

"I just saw a few camels in the yard, why are they all skinny and listless?"

"Don't you know how to raise them?"

Anliman opened his eyes and said angrily: "Wang Ba Wan! What's wrong with you! Didn't you say you would treat my camels well?"

Wang Ba Wan clapped his hands: "Oh, who didn't treat your camels well! These are people from Beijing, representing the country. They want to go into the desert. I've asked you so many times, why don't you say anything!"

"I won't go!" Anliman waved his hand, "I won't go even if I kill myself."

As Anliman said this, he walked out the door, stroking his camel, with a distressed look on his face.

Shirley Yang didn't waste any words and directly offered a high price:

"If you can take us into the desert, I can give you a reward of 5,000 yuan."

An Liman nodded with satisfaction when he heard the price: "If you say this, then it's easy to talk about, but now it's the windy season, we have to wait for two months."

Wang Kaixuan said viciously: "Hey! You old man! We can't wait for you for two months!"

Shirley Yang thought about it again and said: "How about this, old man, I will pay another 5,000 dollars, and when we all get out of the Jingjue Ancient City, 10,000 dollars will be delivered to your home immediately!"

An Liman waved his hand: "Why do I need so many dollars? My house can't fit them!"

Shirley Yang took out a small-denomination US dollar from her wallet and presented it to An Liman with both hands:

"I'm from the United States, dollor, the money used by the United States."

An Liman's eyes lit up instantly. Although the town is remote, he still knows that the people of the United States are stupid and rich.

One dollar from the United States can be exchanged for two Daxia coins, so this trip can earn 20,000 yuan.

At this time, the average annual income per capita is only 1,000 Daxia coins.

This trip can earn more money than you can spend in your lifetime.

No one can refuse this.

Hearing this price, Wang Kaixuan and Hu Bayi were stunned.

This trip, all the money and equipment were provided by Shirley Yang alone.

Now Daxia banned guns and ammunition, and all the weapons and equipment they had were moved back from the United States.

Plus their wages.