As a nation that has survived in the desert for thousands of years, the Bedouin people often have excellent memory and observation. The better the guide, the more they are, and have been dissolved into their blood as a survival instinct.

They can tell the difference between sand dunes, remember the appearance of a date palm tree that I saw two or three years ago, and even judge the male and female and age of the camel from the hoof prints, as well as whether the camel is riding on the camel and how much weight is loaded, and speculate on the place where the camel last grazed from the camel's feces.

Since Nabarri is the best guide in this tribe, he should be quite outstanding in observation and memory, otherwise he would be a little frivolous.

He said he had seen a cat like Fina, but his tone was not very certain, which was very unusual unless it was seen in very special circumstances, or it was a long time later.

Salim also found it strange. He had always believed in Uncle Nabari's ability, so he said, "Uncle Nabari, please recall carefully. Have you ever seen him? Where did you see him?"

In an instant, a look of fear appeared on Nabarri's face, and his body seemed to tremble, as if it had brought about a terrible memory.

"That was a long time ago, when I was as old as you." Nabarri looked at Salim, but his eyes seemed to be looking at himself many years ago. "I followed my father into the desert and served as a guide for a group of people, but ended up in a terrible black storm..."

It was a past that was unbearable to look back on, and Nabarri still felt scared when he recalled it.

He had never seen such a terrible black storm in his life. At noon, he could not see his five fingers. The storm was so fierce that it could blow people away. The camels were panicked as if they were in a disaster. They took a lot of effort to hold the camels and prevent them from running away, and then let them lie down in a circle. Their people hid in the walls made of camels, praying that the storm would pass quickly...

But the storm didn't let them go so easily.

Not long after, they found in horror that the sand had almost buried the lying camel, and if they waited, they would all be buried here.

In this case, they could only force the camel to pull it up with their teeth, and they didn't even have to clean up their supplies, and moved towards the direction they could leave the desert in their memory.

Even with the best guides, they were still lost, because the violent storm changed the nearby terrain. Countless dunes disappeared, and countless dunes appeared out of thin air. The dunes were moving like living monsters, covering up all familiar marks.

When the storm finally stopped, there were several people missing in the team. They disappeared into the desert and were never seen again.

On that night, when they lit a bonfire and silencedly shared the little leftover food, the young Nabari noticed that a few pairs of eyes lit up at the edge of the fire, which was some kind of animal.

They held the weapons in their hands and stared at the eyes in fear, thinking that the devil in the desert was not giving up, so they sent groups of jackals to harvest their lives.

The animals got closer, and then they saw clearly that the owner of their eyes was not a vicious jackal, but a cat they had never seen before.

These cats are a little afraid of fire, but are also curious about the fire and these humans. They linger on the edge of the fire range and did not leave one after another before dawn.

The rest of the team finally walked out of the desert by drinking urine and killing camels to satisfy their hunger. Everyone was so thin that they were exhausted. When they were rescued, they only had half their breath.

Nabari, who had experienced this catastrophe, seemed to mature all of a sudden, becoming a guide like his father, leading tourists and scientific expedition teams through the desert, and was able to deal with it calmly no matter what the situation was. He never let anyone die in the desert, because no matter how bad the situation was, it was not worse than that time.

He later entered the desert countless times and lit bonfires countless times at night. Sometimes the bonfires would attract other small animals, but he never saw those elves-like cats again. He even doubted whether he had actually seen those cats that night.

Due to the long time and no close observation, he could not confirm whether the cats were exactly the same as Fina. He only vaguely remembered that their fur was yellow like sand, with some dark stripes and spots distributed on their backs and limbs, their tails were long and their ears were large. As for other details, they could not see clearly or remember them.

After hearing this, Zhang Zian realized that Bedouin's observation and memory were well-deserved. Just a glimpse of a night twenty or thirty years ago, he could actually retain so many details in his memory.

Salim was fascinated by the sound of hearing and said in shock: "Uncle Nabari, you have never told me these things..."

"Why tell you?" Nabarri glanced at him faintly. "You young people like big cities and are no longer interested in the legends in these deserts. You don't know the desert, nor do you want to know the desert. You just know the fur and brag everywhere. You don't know the real danger and terror of the desert. If you young people encounter such a black storm, they will definitely die in the desert."

Salim scratched his head embarrassedly, "I used to be wrong, Uncle Nabari, I am very interested in the desert now, and I am willing to learn everything about the desert from you..."

Anyway, it’s all about making money. He thinks it’s faster and easier to make money for tourists and can also gain the respect of tourists. It’s much better than working in the city or being swearing. After you make enough money, it’s not too late to open a small shop in a big city to enjoy life.

Nabarri smiled as if he saw through his thoughts, and said with a hint, "A person with impure thoughts will not be blessed by the true God when entering the desert."

Zhang Zi'an also heard it and felt a chill on his back. He remembered Fina's contempt for Hamadan's wind, because this kind of wind could not be ranked in the desert.

However, Nabarri was the nightmare I experienced twenty or thirty years ago. At that time, the technology level was not as developed as today. This time, Wei Kang came with many high-tech instruments. Besides, such a strong storm may be once in a century, so there seems to be no need to worry about it.

The most important thing is that Wei Kang must be happy to find clues about the original Egyptian cat.

Taking advantage of the end of their uncle and nephew's conversation, Zhang Zi'an interrupted and said, "Nabari, do you still remember the place where you met those cats?"

Nabarri's brow frowned even deeper, "I was too young and scared at that time. I walked out of the desert entirely on my father's footprints. Maybe I only remember..."

He paused for a moment, swallowed the second half of his words, shook his head and didn't want to say anything more.

"Then your father..." Zhang Zi'an glanced around.

"He's dead," Nabarri said.
Chapter completed!