"No, they're not expeditions, they're tomb robbers, and they're here to find Mount Zagrama. At the beginning, someone suggested killing these red-haired ghosts, but the imam was kind-hearted and secretly let them go. ”

The starry sky in the desert was shining, and every star was blinking desperately. Everyone lit a bonfire, drank a small wine in front of the bonfire, and reminisced about the past.

"Then why did you leave your people in the first place? What about your mother? Is she willing to give you up? I remember you were saved by Musou in Kyoto, right? You were a teenager at the time, huh? It's unimaginable that a teenage girl can walk thousands of miles on foot! Chang Xiaoman opened a bottle of fine red wine, handed it to her and asked.

Khajura looked up at the starry sky and took another sip of sweet red wine, her thoughts drifting farther and farther away, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red at the thought of her mother.

"We Gypsies are born wanderers, the world is so big, but there is no home for it! This is our life! Although she said it simply, everyone could tell from her uncalm emotions that there must be a story here.

Maybe it was because she drank a few more glasses of wine, or maybe she really treated everyone as family, and tonight's Khashura turned into a chatter, pouring out all the past that was held in her stomach.

Gypsies are extremely superstitious, although they also believe in prophets, but they are different from ordinary ***. Every few years, they would choose a holy woman from among their people, and the holy woman would be tested by the heavens. The test of the holy woman was different in each tribe, and some tribes were remote and often attacked by wild beasts, and the holy woman was to be sacrificed to the beast king as a living sacrifice, so that she could avoid the calamity of the tribe for several years; There are also gypsy tribes living in the Middle East, who are even more cruel, and they want to sacrifice the saint to other barbarian tribes in exchange for living resources.

The fate of the saints of the Arda tribe is extremely miserable, because it is close to the legendary Zagrama Mountain, and each of them has to go on foot to find the legendary holy mountain, and then kneel in the altar and sacrifice her own blood to the evil spirit of Queen Amira and ask for the witch's blessing.

"So you're the holy woman of the Arda tribe?" When Chu Tianyue heard this, he immediately came to his senses.

"Yes, it is my privilege, the grace of the prophets, but it is also a catastrophe that I cannot escape." Khashura lowered her head and drank the wine from her glass.

"Can you find Mount Zagrama?" Chu Tianyue asked again.

She shook her head and said lightly: "The road leading to the sacred mountain of Zagrama is the Huangquan Road, and every holy woman has never returned, so no one can say its exact location, and no one knows whether the holy women of the past generations have found the holy mountain of Zagrama. ”

Khajura was a miserable child, and the imam of the tribe chose her as a saint and pronounced her death. The day the saint came of age was to be sent to the Zagrama Mountains, and that was a point of no return. Gypsy women are 14-year-old adults. On the night of Khashura's fourteenth birthday, the people of the tribe danced the strange dance of their tribe, dressed in colorful fancy clothes, and were ready to see off the holy woman.

Every mother in the world is the same, and what mother can bear to see her daughter sent to hell with her own eyes? It was her mother who secretly let her go.

"She was such a great mother who would not hesitate to betray her clan for the sake of her daughter." Ma Chengfeng said.

Xiao Man put his arm around Khasilla's shoulders and comforted her: "Khashula, don't be sad, don't worry, we will take her out when we go to see your mother this time, she will be the mother of all of us from now on, anyway, we are all motherless children." ”

Kashura shook her head, her voice trembling with a smile on her face, "I want to...... I don't think she'll ever see me again. According to our Alda's rules, if my mother let me go, I would be considered the devil's incarnation, and they would burn her alive! ”

"My God......" everyone regretted her fate.

"Huh...... It's okay, but thank you for your kindness. Since I left the Taklamakan Taklamakan , only you have treated me sincerely, and I believe that my mother will only hear that I can have your group of friends in the sky, and she will be relieved! ”

"By the way, Khashula, you are a holy woman who escaped, if you go back this time, won't they be caught and sacrificed to Queen Amira again?" Ma Chengfeng asked her.

Khasira lifted her wrist, looked at the Swiss mechanical watch she was wearing on her wrist, and said, "No, the saint must be a virgin, and I ...... I gave everything to that negative man, and at this point, maybe I should really thank him. "This watch was a gift from him, and it was ridiculous that she mistakenly believed it to be a token of love.

"Oh, okay, it should be a joy for all of us to get together again, why do we get more sad the more we talk about it? Come, drink! Chang Xiaoman hurriedly diverted the topic, for fear that Cajura would touch the scene.

The night in the desert is relatively safe, and in order to get a good night's sleep, everyone forms a circle of ten camels, with a bonfire in the middle of the circle, and two tents on the left and right. In this way, the camels can shelter their little camp from the wind and sand, and the slightest disturbance outside will be the first to wake the camels.

The girls soon fell asleep, Ma Chengfeng was born a thief and was a night owl. At night, their eyes were round and glowing green. Maybe I drank too much wine just now, and as soon as I collapsed, I immediately got up again, and I opened the tent curtain to pee.

The campfires in the camp were rustling in the wind, and the ten camels were lying motionless on the sand, and everything was as usual.

In this desolate desert, you don't need to pay attention to those, as long as you don't look up, there are Mao Lou everywhere. Ma Chengfeng whistled in his mouth, stood between the two camels and began to discharge the flood.

As soon as I was halfway through my pee, I suddenly saw a blurry image at the end of my field of vision on the desert level. Ma Chengfeng rubbed his eyes, the more he tried to see clearly, the more he couldn't see it really brightly. It was like a herd of camels, and the number of camels was many times greater than theirs, forty-five. Each camel carried a large amount of baggage supplies. The caravan was moving slowly, but it was slowly approaching their camp.

Ma Chengfeng opened his ghost pupils, and then looked at it, this should be a group of businessmen, with big bags and small wraps on their backs, and in front of the camel team were several bearded people wearing strange clothes, and the bearded ones were leading the camels, and they were coming towards this side with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Behind the caravan, there were more than a dozen people. These people were dressed very strangely, they were all wearing long robes, their faces were covered with black scarves, and their heads were surrounded by white cloth, and the white cloth was surrounded by Lao Gao, as if they were holding a white jar on their heads.

Looking at the direction, they should have come from the north, strange, in the north direction of Mobei, except for the legendary Alda tribe, there are no people. So how did these people get there on foot? Are they the Arda Gypsies?