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I kind of collapsed on the spot. What is this? Two HakkaPeople just came over and told me to beat them to death. Do you think I am a executioner? ! But based on my understanding of Fatty, I think he must have his reasons for asking me to do this, and based on his attitude of always being wary of these Hakka People, the relationship between them is not as simple as being unharmonious. . I winked at Xiao Ting, then grabbed my ak47, Muzzle raised his head slightly and looked at the two Hakka People. These two people are very fast, and the sound of their cloth shoes on the Ground is very soft. If this Underground Cavern is not too quiet, and the two Hakka People are too hurried, my thoughts and state may not be able to be heard by him. They were interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Two HakkaPeople stopped a few steps away and looked at me with a very unkind look. There is an expression, coldness, which is also an expression. I thought these two guys were really stupid. However, the look they looked at Tang Yumo was not cold, but a very complicated look. I don’t have the habit of sticking my hot face to my cold butt. Although Muzzle didn’t point directly at their chests, my cold eyes should have given them enough deterrence and warning. Although I didn't have a word, the two Hakka People didn't dare to take another step. The tense atmosphere made the two girls extremely nervous. I could feel that the two girls who were linked together separated and merged into two distinct camps. It was Tang Yumo who broke the silence. His sentence was Hakka. If he was slow, I could roughly guess the meaning. After all, I have worked in Southwest China for several years and have come into contact with many ethnic minorities. But Tang Yumo spoke too fast, as if he was worried about something irreversible happening, and was trying his best to explain and persuade the two Hakka Men not to be impulsive. She just spoke quickly, and I couldn't hear any emotion in it, no tension or anxiety. The tone is almost flat, with no pauses. But her words were very effective. After listening, the two Hakka Men lowered their heads and took a few steps back. "My companions have some misunderstandings. Maybe your actions caused them to misunderstand. I'm sorry." Tang Yumo immediately turned to me. "In order to avoid deepening the misunderstanding, I'd better go to the other side. I can't explain what happened to you. When I get out, I will ask the clan leader. He knows a lot and may be able to give you the answer." In just a few sentences. Tang Yumo's expression returned from slightly flustered to normal, returning to the normal state of iceberg beauty. After finishing, she turned around, walked past the two Hakka People, and walked towards the bonfire. The two Hakka Men did not leave immediately, but stood there and looked at me. This time I saw something in their eyes. In addition to coldness and unkindness, there was also a vague hatred. It seemed like I had offended their goddess. It is an unforgivable sin. I am even more wronged than Dou E, she is your goddess. Not mine. Although Tang Yumo has a breathtaking beauty, I can't get close to her. It's not that I think she is superior, but that my fear or doubt about her outweighs my admiration for her. It's like she is a beautiful and colorful snake that doesn't make my blood boil, it only makes me cold.
By the campfire, Fatty remained kneeling on the ground, his body straight as he watched Tang Yumo approach him. He held up two bloodied hands, his face devoid of a smile, maintaining his characteristic fierce expression. His unblinking eyes stared at Tang Yumo like a butcher eyeing a lamb.
I couldn't see Tang Yumo's expression, but I imagined it wasn't good. Even kneeling, Fatty was not much shorter than her, and under the gaze of those large eyes, maintaining composure required immense mental fortitude.
Tang Yumo chose not to confront Fatty directly; instead, like the two Hakka Men, she circled around from the other side of the campfire. However, her stiff gait indicated that Fatty's presence weighed heavily on her.
After exchanging glances with the two Hakka Men for a moment, they quickly turned and retreated.
I watched as the three Hakka People settled back down across from the campfire, my mood increasingly difficult to keep calm. They brought me not just confusion but also fear, leaving me little inclination to concern myself with anything else. These Hakka People and their Village surely harbored immense secrets.
It seemed that the greatest gain from this tomb raiding expedition was discovering this Village and its people. Uncovering their secrets and exploring the connection between this place and Lop Nur would be paramount moving forward. My gaze drifted into thought.
"Come over here!" Fatty's shout and a whistle jolted me from my reverie.
I looked up to see Fatty waving at me; the blood on his hands had been washed clean, indicating that Jack's wounds had been tended to. Xiao Ting was struggling to carry her backpack as she approached, and I quickly took it from her before heading toward the campfire.
Jack was awake, still lying helplessly on the ground with his bare torso exposed. His back had been re-bandaged with pristine white gauze, replacing the foul stench with the scent of alcohol and disinfectant.
"How do you feel?" I immediately asked Jack.
His eyes showed a flicker of awareness, but his complexion was even paler. Sweat clung his hair and beard to his head and face, clearly a result of the ordeal he had just endured.
"He... is harsher than you..."
"Not satisfied, huh? Early morning gift for you—something to keep you entertained," Fatty retorted sharply, never one to let an insult slide.
I interrupted Fatty with a question: "Is everything cleaned up? How did you handle the area around the wound? Those root-like things were tangled with muscle; I didn't deal with them at the time. It must be infected by now."
"No, I haven't touched those areas; they seem to have fused with the tissue. I only removed the infected and decayed parts. Once we get out, we should find a hospital to deal with it thoroughly. As long as there are no changes around the wound, it shouldn't worsen in the short term. We should be able to hold on until we reach a hospital."
"How long will it take to get out of here? I mean to Ground."
Fatty glanced at Jack and Fumi. "At least two hours."
My most pressing concern was getting back to Ground. Not only was I extremely fearful and frustrated with this cursed place, but here, in front of several Hakka People, there were many things I couldn't say. I had too many questions for Fatty, and I needed to discuss our next steps with him. While getting Jack and Fumi to the hospital was urgent, some matters could proceed simultaneously or even separately.
I looked up at the three Hakka People not far away, swallowing the words that filled my throat. In fact, I had begun to believe in the notion that these Hakka People had extraordinary hearing because when I questioned Tang Yumo, my body language was not intense; in fact, there was very little of it. The greatest intimidation I exerted came from my expression and my rapid-fire speech.
I was facing away from the two Hakka Men, so they couldn't see my expression; the only thing that could prompt them to rush over and relieve Tang Yumo's embarrassment was my voice.
I stared at the three Hakka People for a long time before sighing, "Let's eat something first; I'm hungry." (To Be Continued)
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