1271 Golden Pyramid (1/2)

Galaxy had always been afraid of people. Even after Zhang Zian had tried hard to help him, he could only lower his guard towards people a little. However, he had not been close to a human yet. Now that he said that he would actually like to meet a person, might this be a dead person?

It was unlikely that it was Peter Lee and his team. This was because Galaxy had already seen them, and there was no need to see them again. Furthermore, Galaxy may not particularly like them.

Then, following this logic, the only ”person” who lay ahead was Cleopatra, who was lying within the stone sarcophagus.

Time was short, and Zhang Zian has no time to fret about the details. He told everyone, ”If we go by the principle that the minority follows the majority, since most of us want to move forward, we will continue to move forward. Of course, we must be careful and not take unnecessary risks. If the situation is critical, we must retreat decisively. Any comments?”

There was no need to release Pi and Sihwa. If Sihwa was released, she would quickly become a dried fish wrapped in sand.

The other elfins had no objections, including Famous. After all, he judged the situation at hand and not the person. He also did not have such a deep connection to Cleopatra like Fina did.

Everyone got into the car and prepared to leave.

Remembering the lessons he had learned earlier, Zhang Zian focused on the ground in front of him to prevent himself from falling into a sandpit again.

He chose to follow Peter Lee's tire tracks because it seemed to be safer, although even now, it may not prove to be safe anymore.

The elfins didn't want the car to be damaged. This could slow down their trip. Thus, they all sought to help him by staring hard at the road. If the car broke down in the middle of the desert, regardless of how loud they screamed, they would probably be stuck forever.

At about four o'clock in the morning, the fourth explosion came rumbling. This time, the sound was even louder, and the shock was stronger.

Under normal circumstances, the shocks caused by the local explosives would likely not have been so strong. However, they knew now that the ground had many empty holes, and this helped to amplify the tremors.

As they moved forward, there were many deformations on the road's surface. In addition to the sand pit, there were sandbags set up to block the way. Although the sandbags did not cause huge differences in the ground, they still contributed to the unevenness. They did not know how long it would be before the holes were filled in.

To make matters worse, due to the deformation of the road surface, Peter Lee's tire tracks were sometimes interrupted and sometimes disappeared. They had to stop more frequently to let Famous sniff the air.

It was now the earliest time in the northern hemisphere, and it was earlier than six in the morning. The first streaks of light appeared from the east. Since entering the desert, Zhang Zian had never been so eager to see the sun.

He had not slept a wink through the night, and he had strained his eyes. They were now bloodshot, dry, and painful. He could only persevere and tolerate the discomfort.

”Look!” Vladimir pointed into the distance.

Heavy sand dunes blocked the sky, and the distant scenery could not be seen clearly. However, they could make out gray smoke drifting toward the sky.

It must have been caused by an explosion—a fine mixture of smoke, limestone, fine sand, and dust. This clearly indicated the location of Peter Lee's team.

Richard finally recovered his sight. He looked at the strange landscape around him, as well as the distorted surface of the road and the rising smoke. He murmured, ”Hey, is this hell?”

Even if it was not hell, it was unlikely to be far from it.

Now there was no need to rely on the tire tracks to guide the way. Zhang Zian changed direction and headed towards the smoke. They drove for about another half an hour.

”Ah!”

Suddenly, a dazzling golden light pierced Zhang Zian's eyes without warning. He raised his hand in pain and covered his eyes. Subconsciously, he stepped on the brakes.

Was this retribution? He had used this on the fennec foxes and Fina before, so was it now his turn to have a taste of his own medicine?