1231 Mysterious Identity (1/2)

Morale was one of the most important factors, whether it was for marching or fighting. It was impossible to win any battle with low morale.

Wei Kang also understood this logic and therefore did not plead for He He. He advised, ”Xiao He, the conditions are really hard, but you should think about it. How many people can experience this? The situation is not so bad. You have just come to the wilderness and are currently not used to it. That is all. I have experienced difficult situations before, and I have endured them. With time, you will get used to it. After we get back, we will definitely have a great celebration.”

Gao Ke also chipped in. ”Xiao He, you saw it too. The road conditions when entering the desert are very poor. Even if someone drives you out, you will be the only vehicle in the desert. What if the car breaks down? What if you roll the car? What will you do if you get lost? Who will save you? It is too dangerous! It's safer to stay with everyone!”

They spoke with great reason and wisdom. He He was slightly convinced and managed to calm down a bit.

What had happened to car No. 10 was still vivid in her mind. A single car driving in the desert—it was highly dangerous. If nothing happened, that would be the best. If something indeed happened, she could only wait for death. That would be more problematic than following everyone and continuing on.

She tried to convince herself. ”Just regard this experience like the military training when I first entered the university. I have to endure it, and after a while, it will be over. Although I did fake a stomachache trying to get out of it…”

”Okay, I understand. I will try to adapt and move forward with everyone.” She wiped her tears and gave in.

”Yeah, that's right!”

Wei Kang heaved a sigh of relief as he turned his worries into joy. They had finally resolved the issue.

Many people also came around and expressed consolation and encouragement. They told her that there was nothing to worry about. As long as everyone was united, there was no difficulty that couldn't be overcome.

Being surrounded and being the center of attention, He He felt a sense of security. She felt cared for. She could not help but feel a little happier.

Compared to He He, Zhang Zian and several other people were more interested in the skull buried in the sand. They circled around the sand tomb and pointed a flashlight at the skull.

The desert scorpion that had climbed out of the eye socket had already slipped back into the sand. However, no one was sure if there were any more cockroaches or other creatures left in it.

”How did this person die?” someone asked in English.

”I don't know. There is no observable trauma on the skull, which means at least the person did not die from a blunt instrument,” the female Detective said as she left He He to come see the skull.

”Didn't Nabari say that this is an ancient smuggling road? This is probably a poor smuggler who got sick in the desert, had no drinking water, got lost...the possibilities are endless,” someone said.

At that time, someone walked over and said, ”Definitely not a smuggler.”

The crowd looked up, and it turned out to be Nabari.

Nabari took out his hookah, and his eyes stared at the skull through the lingering smoke from his pipe.

”If this is not a smuggler, who else could it be? Who would come to this godforsaken place?” someone asked.

”Maybe it's a fool like us,” another person said while laughing at himself. It made everyone else laugh too.