I took off my backpack and threw it onto the desert. I was as light as a swallow. It contained food and water.

I said, "Linghushan, throw away your backpack!"

Linghu Shan whispered: "I'll recite it for a while..."

I remembered an American novel about a man who was rushing gold in the west. On his way back, he was abandoned by his friend. The weather was cold, he had no food, and his thigh was injured. He trekked alone on the vast wasteland. When he was exhausted, he encountered a wolf. The wolf was very old, licking his blood and following him all the way. Finally, two death-oriented lives started a desperate battle, and the man finally bit the wolf to death. After being rescued, he was still full of fear, stole a lot of bread and hid under his bed sheet...

We are getting closer and closer to the lights.

I found that it is very small and should be a county town. It doesn’t matter, no matter how small it is, it is a place where humans gather.

I found that Linghu Mountain's pace was getting slower and slower.

I thought, he was a little scared.

In Lop Nur, in the ecstasy, that was his home. Now he is close to human society, and this is our home...

I said, "Linghushan, do you have any concerns?"

Linghu Mountain stopped, looked at me, and said straight in one fell swoop: "You won't betray me, are you?"

I said, "I swear, I will protect you."

Linghu Mountain nodded and followed.

I said, "Tell me something realistic, you don't have an ID card, right?"

Linghu Mountain said: "No."

I said, "It's okay, I'll buy you a fake one in a few days."

Ji Feng couldn't help laughing: "Boss Zhou, if I reveal this, your readers will laugh out loud!"

I said seriously: "It must be done. He and we went back to the city with us. He was a completely unfair household. How can we explain it when we checked it? He couldn't even stay in a hotel."

Linghu Mountain said: "I can't stay in a hotel."

I said, "Where are you not staying in a hotel?"

Linghu Mountain said: "I can sleep underground. There must be our people underground in this city."

Monsoon stopped and looked at Linghu Mountain. With the light of the flashlight, I saw that her eyes were wet. She said, "Linghu Mountain, how could we let you go to the drain!"

Linghu Mountain doesn’t know what to say.

Ji Feng said: "If you have any problems, you can go back to Lancheng with me. My house is 88 square meters, enough for you to live in."

I asked Linghu Shan: "Do you know the words?"

Linghu Shan said: "Not much..."

These days, Linghu Mountain gave me the impression that he was just a tacit. Now that he is approaching human society, he has obviously become cowardly.

I found that our conversation has already brought up many heavy real problems - if Monsoon really falls in love with Linghu Mountain, what will happen in the future? Monsoon hides him for the rest of his life? Raise him for the rest of his life?

Ji Feng said to Linghu Shan: "If you are determined not to go home, then go and be an actor."

Linghu Shan suddenly said, "I understand ancient sacrificial Luwen."

This surprised me.

Few people in the world understand this kind of text, but he actually understands it!

I said, "Humans absolutely need you."

Monsoon said: "What is ancient charismatic?

I said, "You will know after you go back online."

Ji Feng suddenly turned his face to Linghu Mountain: "Are you really the name Linghu Mountain?"

Linghu Mountain hesitated for a moment and said, "We come out to pretend to be humans. The names are unified, and they are all called Linghu Mountain. In fact, it should be considered a code name."

Monsoon said, "What about your real name?"

Linghu Mountain said: "My real name is Gu Qiluwen, and you will find that the pronunciation is very strange. Since I met you, my name is Linghu Mountain, so you can always call me Linghu Mountain."

I took out my cell phone next to me and looked at it, and found that there was a signal! Full size!

I shouted, "Monsoon, there is a signal!"

It’s quite sad to think about it. In Lop Nur these days, mobile phones have almost become waste, but we still keep charging it...

Ji Feng immediately took out his cell phone and looked at it. He was overjoyed, and then he dialed the phone at her home in a hurry. It was already past 3 a.m. At this time, she waited for a long time before the phone was answered. The five generations of the family lived in the same family. I don’t know which relative answered the phone, so she excitedly spoke to the other party in Sichuan dialect.

Linghu Mountain was stunned when he heard this.

I couldn't remember who I should call.

After a while, I suddenly remembered Bubu and the others, so I checked in the phone book. First, I saw Bubu's phone number. I tried to dial in. A cold voice came from the phone: "Sorry, the user you called is not in the service area, please dial later..."

I dialed Meng Xiaoshuai's phone number again, but Wei Zao's phone number could not be dialed.

After waiting for a while, Monsoon reported his family to their safety, we continued to walk forward and walked on an asphalt road.

I haven't walked such a flat road for a long time, and it's very comfortable.

The sound of the car's engine came from behind. When I looked back, it was a small gray 4-seat truck. I quickly reached out and waved it.

After the truck drove past, he pulled over and stopped.

There is only one driver in the car, about 40 years old, with a red face and a fat man.

I said, "Master, give me some help!"

He said: "Go up and up."

I said, "Thank you!" and then quickly climbed up.

I sat next to the driver, and Linghu Shan and Ji Feng sat in the back seat.

The car drove up and headed towards the lights.

The driver didn't even look at me and asked arrogantly: "What are you doing?"

I said, "Let's travel."

The driver was surprised: "Walk?"

I said, "Driving, the car broke down."

The driver said, "Oh."

Then, he sniffed hard, as if he had smelled something unusual.

The three of us just got into someone’s car, and his little move made me feel a little sensitive. Is it because we had the musty smell from the ancient tomb?

I asked him, "Where is the front?"

The driver said: "Wucheng."

I said, "Where is it?"

The driver said, "Korla."

I said, “Is it a county?”

The driver said: "City, county-level city."

I thought hard, but I couldn't remember that there was a place called Wucheng in Xinjiang.

He sniffed hard again and looked back. He was a straightforward person and said, "What's the point?"

I said, "Is there any?"

He didn't say anything more.

I said, "We have been lost in Lop Nur. We have been out for more than ten days."

The driver smiled, as if my words were naive: "It's still Lop Nur here!"

I said, "At this point, isn't it just about coming out?"

The driver said, "No, didn't you see that there were deserts all around? Only when you arrived in Kumish could you really get out of Lop Nur."

I said, "How many years have you been in Wucheng?"

The driver said: "It's been built in less than 20 years."

I said, "What did it turn out to be?"

The driver said, "It turns out it's called Singer, no one."

I suddenly realized.

I asked: "Is the train on Wucheng?"

The driver laughed arrogantly again: "Of course it's done."

Speaking of this, he sniffed again.

I suddenly thought, did he smell some kind of alien smell on Linghu Mountain? Ji Feng and I have been with him for a long time and have not noticed it anymore...

Soon, we entered Wucheng.
To be continued...