Linghu Mountain told us what he knew about the ecstasy land, and after he died of fear of the ecstasy land, he left and returned to the ancient tomb.

Monsoon and I were sitting in the tent, all in a daze.

If it was really as Linghu Shan said, Meng Xiaoshuai and Wu Min should have gone to their previous lives, while Bai Xinxin, Zhang Hui and Guo Mei should have entered the fairy tale world...

I was a little relieved.

As long as they are still alive, or as long as their souls still exist in this world, what I least want is that they are buried alive under the tomb of the sun, and will turn into dust and have nothing after many years.

May the mysterious power on Lop Nur - whether it is righteous or evil - be given to them eternity.

After a while of being stunned, Liu Xueer couldn't help but start gossiping again: "You guys tell me, were Meng Xiaoshuai and Wu Min a pair in their previous lives?"

I said, "It is very likely. You are their matchmaker."

Liu Jinger said, "I want to be a princess, so I won't be a matchmaker!"

After a while, she looked at Monsoon again: "Monsoon, where are you and Linghu Mountain?"

Monsoon said: "What's wrong?"

Liu Jinger said: "Will you two be a couple in your previous life?"

"I don't pay attention to things that are so far away, I only pay attention to the present moment."

Liu Xueer said: "I think you and Boss Zhou were a couple in the last life."

I said, "I said you are suitable to be a matchmaker and you don't admit it."

Baisha flashed out of the door of the tent and asked with a smile: "What are you talking about?"

I said, "You can hear clearly, why are you pretending to be confused."

Baisha sat down and said, "Okay...I think I was single in my previous life."

Liu Xueer said, "Why?"

Baisha said: "I must have loved someone for life, and this person and I will never have a husband and wife."

Liu Juer said, "Weiwei?"

Baisha said: "She's name is Weiwei in this life."

Liu Jinger said, "Oh, poor Mizuko."

I changed the topic: "Do you know? Someone was so idle that he started a survey - if the zombies came and everyone was in a desperate situation and had limited space, which professions would they choose to leave behind and expel them?"

Liu Xueer said, "I haven't seen it."

I said, "I remember that the professions that everyone needs most are police and doctors, and the first professions to be driven away were writers..."

Liu Xueer said, "Why?"

I said: "The environment described in the survey is a bit similar to ours now. Writers only know how to tell stories, which is the most useless."

Liu Xueer said, "It's true..."

I looked at Monsoon and said, "I'm useless. You are the writer's assistant, so you are even more useless."

Monsoon said: "Well, I'm even more useless."

I looked at the juice again and said, "You are a clerk in a cultural company, equivalent to Monsoon's assistant, and you are even more useless."

Liu Jinger said, "Why am I equivalent to Monsoon's assistant!"

I said, "Even if you are my assistant, it's useless."

Liu Yuer said: "By the way, Monsoon and I are beautiful women! There is a board game, which is also about zombies, called 'Zombie Shopping Mall', which contains three characters - Samurai, Waste and Beauty. Samurai's combat power is 1, Waste and Beauty's combat power is 0, and the number of the numbers is 0. However, as long as one beauty stands next to the samurai, the combat power of the samurai will become +1, and two beauties will become +2!"

I said, "What if the beauty stands next to the waste?"

Liu Juer said: "It's still 0."

I said, "The writer is that trash, so do you stand next to me."

Baisha said, "You guys stand beside me, I'm a warrior."

Juice said, "Cut!"

It's almost time, so I'll go to the car to get my cell phone.

Walking out of the tent, I looked at the lake, and those three words still exist - Who are you?

No one answered me.

When I passed by An Chunhong's tent, I saw her blocking the door curtain.

I stopped, walked slowly, walked around to the screen window, and looked inside.

An Chunhong was doing a strange move - she squatted in the tent, tilting her head like a frog, bulging her cheeks, and blowing upwards hard. A few notes were flying in the air, and she chased the notes and blew them, as if she didn't want them to fall.

I asked softly: "An Chunhong, what are you doing?"

She was a little panicked and quickly grabbed the notes in her hand. She grabbed them very accurately, and none of them fell to the ground. Then, she looked at the screen window, smiled at me embarrassedly, and said, "Just pass the time."

I looked at her for a while, and left without saying anything.

That was just a gameplay she invented in a boring way? Unlike, I feel that it is more like performing some kind of witchcraft...

There were many shadows left in my heart.

The phone is charged.

I took back the tent, handed them the monsoon and juice cell phone, and said, "You stay, I'll go first."

Monsoon said, "Let's go with you."

I said, "It's getting hot. You guys rest in the tent, so we take turns."

I left the camp, came to the mark of that tent, opened my phone, deleted all the video files, saved space, and continued shooting.

I don't need to go anywhere anymore, I quietly confronted the sand all over the ground.

After a while, I looked at An Chunhong's tent again. What was she doing? Did you start blowing notes again?

I still don't believe what kind of game it is.

If she was a 3-year-old and liked to play like this, I wouldn't doubt anything. But she is already 30 years old after all, and it's so hot in the desert that it's difficult to breathe. Why did she waste a lot of oxygen and blow those notes?

If it's not a game, what is she doing?

I stood in the desert for nearly an hour. It was almost noon. I was sweating all over. The air that sucked into my lungs was like fire. I couldn't hold it anymore and staggered back to the tent.

Baisha has gone back.

Monsoon handed me a bottle of salted water, and I drank it "gudugu".

The juice was fanned with a piece of paper shell, and the wind was also hot.

I said, "Don't go out anymore, it will be so hot. Let's talk about it if the weather is cooler."

At noon, no one ate and lay quietly in the tent.

The sun is like a man-eating zombie. It stands outside the tent and waits for us to go out. We hide in the tent, waiting for time every second, waiting for it to leave.

I, the monsoon and the juice, were not asleep.

Monsoon finally said, "Let's go into the water."

Liu Xueer said, "Okay!"

Ji Feng asked me: "Boss Zhou, are you going together?"

I said, "I won't go."

Usually, everyone wears clothes when sleeping. Now they want to go swimming, so they must take off their clothes. I have to avoid it. So I got up and said, "I'll give Baisha some cans."

Monsoon said: "Okay."

I picked up a box of canned lunch meat and a box of canned hawthorn, and looked at it. It was made in Henan and its shelf life had just passed half a year. I walked to the door and suddenly turned around and said, "Create a secret code."

Liu Xueer said, "Code?"

I said, "What if you are copied!"

Liu Juer said, "Oh..."

I said, "Ling, fox, mountain."

Ji Feng said, "I know, Ling, fox, mountain."

I came to Baisha's tent, and this guy was lying on his sleeping bag, sweating all over his head.

I put the can next to him and said, "Give it."

Baisha looked at the cans and said, "Thank you."

I said, "Don't thank me, Linghu Mountain gave it to you."

Baisha said: "He? He should help me bring these cans to Weiwei."

I said, "White Sha, the humanoid person on the snow mountain killed Weiwei. If you want to take revenge, go find that person."

Baisha said: "I can't find it."
To be continued...