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In the vast expanse of the Gobi Desert, not a single blade of grass or a trickle of water could be seen, only the silhouettes of a group of travelers slowly making their way across the dry riverbed.
Under the relentless glare of the sun, their figures appeared to shrink into tiny bundles.
Leading the way were the brothers Mo Nan and Mo Bei.
Mo Bei leaned closer to his brother and whispered, "Brother, Yu Chunshun died right here, didn’t he? His death was only two kilometers away from where he stored his food and water, and it remains a historical mystery. Why bring him up?"
Mo Nan did not respond immediately; instead, he changed the subject and called back loudly, "Everyone hang in there a little longer; we’re almost at Sun Grave."
At that moment, Chen Tuo had finished his supply of drinking water. Although he was passionate about archaeology, he had the least travel experience in the group and did not understand that in such conditions, one should sip water slowly rather than gulp it down.
Now, his eyes were bloodshot, showing clear signs of heatstroke as he staggered toward Li Xiang, trying to snatch away his water.
The previously harmonious atmosphere shattered instantly. Mo Nan watched helplessly as the disheveled Chen Tuo and Li Xiang got into a scuffle but did not rush to intervene.
Elida, a tall and robust figure, stepped forward and forcefully shoved Chen Tuo aside. With a sharp voice that rolled with authority, he warned, "We need to maintain unity!"
He pointed toward a faintly visible radiating pattern on the ground in the distance and said, "Once we reach Sun Grave, everyone can take a break."
Mo Nan glanced at his watch; it was precisely noon when the sun was at its peak. Waves of heat rose from the Gobi, distorting the air and making visibility waver.
He sneered slightly, seemingly displeased with Chen Tuo. Then he stepped forward, patted Chen Tuo on the shoulder, and pointed behind him. "You want water? Look behind you. Why fight your companions for their water? Everyone’s supply is limited."
Chen Tuo looked in the direction he was pointing and exclaimed in surprise, "An oasis! It's an oasis! Ha ha, the heavens have truly opened their eyes! Now I can finally have a good drink!" With that, he leaped up from the ground and stumbled toward the nearby clear green water source.
Li Xiang also felt lucky. Just moments ago, he had been panting from the fight, but now he planned to fill his water bottle.
Seeing that Chen Tuo had already run quite a distance while Mo Nan showed no intention of moving, he couldn't help but ask, "Since we've found an oasis, shouldn't we take a break? Why are you all just standing there?"
Mo Nan didn't rush to answer Li Xiang's question. Instead, Lin Luo seemed to understand the situation. She sighed and said, "We just came from that direction. We couldn't see it when we were facing it, but now that we look back, we notice it. Don't you think that's suspicious?"
"What do you mean?" Li Xiang asked, confused.
"There’s only one possibility: that oasis is fake. What we’re seeing is one of the wonders of the Gobi Desert—a mirage."
Mo Nan was quite pleased with this explanation and praised her, saying, "Sister Lin Luo's knowledge is truly impressive. It’s said that near Sun Grave, there’s ancient spiritual energy guarding the area, and such phenomena appear at noon. I imagine you all must really dislike that guy. Why not use the power of heaven to drive him out of our group? It would lighten our load."
His words left everyone astonished, mouths agape as sand blew into their mouths, making Cheng Ge's voice sound dry as he said, "But we’re at least companions, right? Shouldn’t we look out for each other? I think we should rush over to save him; otherwise, it will be too late."
In the distance, Chen Tuo had collapsed after running without rest. He had no idea that what he was chasing was merely an illusion; no matter how fast he ran, he could never reach it.
The sand quickly began to pile up around him, and soon it would bury him.
Mo Nan waved his hand and simply said, "Let’s go; it's already too late."
The remaining five exchanged glances and hesitated for a moment before ultimately following him in the designated direction.
People kept turning their heads to look back, and Lin Luo murmured anxiously, "I want to go home; this is too dangerous."
Only Elida was puzzled: the man had finished all the water first, so why was he the one to suffer from heatstroke the fastest?
He couldn't understand. The earlier struggle had left him parched, and he took out his water bottle, sipping a small amount. The faint taste of saltwater was as bitter as sweat.
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