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Chapter 1200 The Land of Hope (3)

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    Meng Zitao searched for traces left by the shadow around the pool, but found nothing, as if it had disappeared out of thin air.

    After a while, the army came over and told Meng Zitao that no traces of anyone had been found within a radius of 100 meters. This made everyone feel a little strange and even couldn't help but think about the supernatural.

    Meng Zitao looked around and said, "Ignore that person just now. You go back first. I'll wait here for a while."

    Dajun didn¡¯t ask any more questions, nodded, and left with the people.

    After the others left, Meng Zitao walked to the corner of the pool, suddenly drew out his cicada-wing sword, and stabbed it into the water.

    However, the water surface was calm and there was no special situation.

    "Did you see it wrong?"

    Meng Zitao frowned slightly, feeling that there was no danger around him, and reached out to touch the bottom of the pool.  The bottom of the pool was not deep, and he could reach it without entering the water. He touched it a few times and took out a black pebble.

    Meng Zitao looked carefully and saw patterns engraved on the surface of the cobblestones. The patterns depicted the devil in his previous mural at the bottom of the well, but there was only a bust of the devil on the cobblestones. It seemed to be imprisoned by something. It was struggling and roaring.

    The patterns on the cobblestones are vivid and have the same style as the murals at the bottom of the well, but Meng Zitao can't figure out what this painting wants to express.

    In addition, just like discovering this pool by accident, was this pebble left intentionally by the man in black?  What does he want to do?

    Meng Zitao returned to the camp with these questions.

    It was a calm night, but the two sudden accidents yesterday still made everyone feel a little panicked and affected the morale of the team to some extent.

    Fortunately, early the next morning, a helicopter was sent over and all the suspects were taken away, and everyone felt much more at ease.

    Before the helicopter returned, Meng Zitao also asked the pilot to conduct reconnaissance in the northwest direction of the pool, but the information returned was inconclusive.  And not only in that direction, but also in other aspects it was a vast desert.

    "Are we still going in that direction?" Da Jun asked.

    Meng Zitao was silent for a moment and said, "Let's move forward as planned. There may be answers we can't imagine."

    The two professors looked at each other and shook their heads slightly, but neither said anything. They agreed with Meng Zitao's decision.

    The team packed up their luggage and set off, walking eight kilometers northwest of the pool, but still found nothing. The two professors had some objections.

    Professor Qi rode a camel to Meng Zitao and said, "Captain Meng, are we going to go on like this?"

    Meng Zitao also hesitated, but his intuition told him that the destination should not be far away, so he nodded.

    Professor Qi frowned slightly: "But what if I still can't find it?"

    "As I said before, I can't guarantee you this." Meng Zitao said, "I don't know if Professor Qi has any good suggestions, feel free to give them."

    Professor Qi was stunned by this question. Although he was dissatisfied with the current situation, it was difficult for him to give a useful suggestion.

    At this moment, someone in the team suddenly shouted: "There are mountains over there!"

    "Is there a mountain?"

    At this time, the large team happened to climb up a sand dune, and soon noticed the strange scenery in front of them. There was a mountain standing in the desert.

    Meng Zitao was surprised and a little confused. Helicopters had obviously searched, so why was there a high mountain here?  It can't be a mirage.

    The Taklimakan Desert has an obvious continental climate. During the day in summer, the Taklimakan sun is scorching and the silver sand is dazzling. The sand surface temperature is sometimes as high as 70-80 degrees. The strong evaporation makes the surface scenery erratic. Desert travelers often see haze in the distance.  A hazy "mirage".

    Therefore, it is understandable that the mountain is a mirage, but it is generally unlikely that a mirage will only appear a bare mountain.

    Does this mountain really exist?

    But not to mention that the helicopter didn¡¯t see it, and it didn¡¯t show it on the satellite map. Did the hills still appear suddenly?

    The way to verify whether the mountain is real or not is very simple, just go and take a look.

    Meng Zitao gave the order and the whole team set off towards the hill. As the distance between the two sides got closer, Meng Zitao became more and more sure that the hill was real.

    When the army was only a hundred meters away from the mountain, the army issued a warning to everyone. There were traces of human activities there. At least several camels and some tents and supplies were seen.

    &nI feel that he is sometimes too aggressive, like now, making him seem like a person who knows nothing about cultural relics.

    Seeing that there was no danger over there, a group of people walked over and found that it was just a pair of feet of the human figurine. The body had been broken into pieces. Judging from the fracture marks on the fragments, it should have been broken not long ago.

    Meng Zitao squatted on the ground and carefully observed the pottery fragments. Suddenly he discovered that something was wrong. There were actually bones in this pottery figure.

    The bones were very conspicuous, and soon everyone discovered them.

    ¡°It¡¯s actually a human figurine!¡±

    This phenomenon was not uncommon in ancient times, but when a living person is made into a pottery figurine, Meng Zitao feels very uncomfortable just thinking about that image.

    "Who on earth is making living figurines? This is too cruel!" Professor Qiu said with a frown.

    "Look, there's more ahead!" Dajun held a flashlight and shined it towards a place not far away.

    Sure enough, there are human figurines at regular intervals in the cave, and similarly, they have all been destroyed by humans.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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