Everyone nodded, everyone had done a lot of homework before coming here, only the guide Que Qiu held his head and fiddled with the bonfire with a wooden stick, showing no interest.
Since there was only one girl in the group, Cheng Luo, she was not arranged for the vigil, but instead let the assistants take turns in twos after everyone went to bed.
After dinner, everyone was still not sleepy, so they chatted around the bonfire. Only Que Qiu sat quietly on the side, looking at the vast desert, not knowing what he was thinking.
Cheng Luo planned to take out the book from his tent and read it to familiarize himself with the ancient country of Yrel.
When she came out of the tent, why did she find that there was someone sitting where she just sat
She blinked her eyes hard, and the person was gone again? Are you too tired to have hallucinations
But under the dim halo of the bonfire, there is indeed a sitting shadow there!
Cheng Luo was startled and counted the past carefully. Yes, it was indeed nine figures! How can there be one more? If you count yourself, isn't it ten people? Who else is there
"Wait... Come and see if I'm dazzled? Why is there a figure there?" Cheng Luo interrupted the conversation of several people.
The surroundings were silent for a moment, everyone looked at Cheng Luo in unison, stood up immediately, and counted the past carefully, not bad! The guide's hand was where Cheng Luo was just now, and a dark shadow appeared.
For a moment, everyone fell silent.
A chill rose from the soles of my feet.
"Well, what's going on?" Cheng Luo's voice trembled, and he was about to cry.
"No, I don't know. Are we going to hell?" Zhou Qiang didn't dare to move, staring straight at the shadow.
"What did you say? You forgot the materialism you learned in school, right?" Another teacher said, but his expression was still nervous.
Only the guide was still sitting on the spot and did not move. With a calm face, he picked up a burnt and charred wood, pushed it over there, and then the figure disappeared.
"Don't make a fuss, it's just an illusion. The fire in the desert reflects the shadow of the sand mountain over there. Where is the ghost?" He said lightly.
After listening to everyone, they let out a long sigh, but they were still a little scared. The atmosphere of chatting disappeared immediately. Everyone looked at each other. After a while, Professor Wu said that maybe they were really tired today. In bed, except for the two vigilants, everyone else said good night to each other and returned to their respective tents.
Cheng Luo hugged the book, returned to the tent, tossed and turned, and fell asleep in a daze after a long time.
A gust of overcast wind rolled up the yellow sand beside Que Qiu's feet, swirled a few times there, and disappeared.
Que Qiu stretched out his hand, grabbed a handful of yellow sand, slowly released it, and the yellow sand slowly flowed down from his fingers. His eyes became a little sad.
Que Qiu instructed the two of them to go back to sleep after burning the remaining dead trees, not to leave the camp too far, so he carried his sleeping bag to the camel team to sleep, and he did not go to the place reserved for him here in the tent.
Until six o'clock in the morning, Que Qiu was woken up by the wind and sand, and the sky was only bright, but the crescent moon in the sky was still very bright. Shrouded in it, people can't help but get goosebumps, Mao Moon
In the early morning, the bright moon has not yet sunk, this is the phantom moon!
(End of this chapter)