Chapter 1822: Do You Want to Give It a Try?

"Where did those people come from? I don't think I've seen them before?"

The white-haired old man called Mr. A turned his head, frowned slightly, and asked casually.

"It seems that they arrived at the oasis yesterday afternoon, carrying four large bags. They should be tourists."

Mr. A nodded, turned his eyes again, and his eyes fell on Qin Yang and others: "Did they follow the camel caravan into the oasis?"

"No, Jason was the lookout last night. These four people took a helicopter to the edge of the oasis and then walked into the oasis."

Mr. A frowned immediately: "Helicopter? Just the four of them?"

"Yes, just the four of them. Judging from the size of their large bags, they should also be going into the desert."

Mr. A's eyes suddenly became sharper, staring straight at the few people, and the two young men who had walked quite far were still smiling and posing for photos, as if they were really tourists.

Mr. A looked for a few seconds. Several people were wearing hats and sunglasses to block the scorching sun, so that they couldn't see their faces clearly, but he still felt that there seemed to be a sense of familiarity.

Could it be someone he knows?

Before Mr. A could take a closer look, the few people had finished taking photos and turned around to walk away, leaving only their backs.

Mr. A hesitated a little, should he catch up and take a look?

"Mr. A, Mr. A!"

A thin man with glasses rushed out quickly, shouting with surprise: "We have a new discovery."

Mr. A was delighted when he heard this, and he turned around and followed the man with glasses to the second floor without caring about Qin Yang and others who were leaving.

In the distance, Qin Yang saw the white-haired old man at the door turn around and walk in from the corner of his eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief and slowed down his pace a little: "The man went back to the house."

Mo Yu's eyes were also slightly solemn: "The man should be very strong!"

Qin Yang also felt a sense of thorns when being looked at by Mr. A. He agreed and said: "Well, although I didn't look at him, but at such a distance, his eyes were as sharp as a sword. I think his strength is not low. Master, how do you think he compares with you?"

Mo Yu pondered for a few seconds: "He should be stronger than me."

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows and said: " Then it must be the late stage of Tongshen or even the supreme power. What are such powerful masters gathering here for? Are they also looking for the same thing? "

Mo Yu shook his head: "I'm not sure about this, but listening to those people just now, they seem to be scientific researchers. Although they also mentioned that they want to find something, it doesn't sound like..."

Qin Yang's expression was slightly hesitant: "Do you want us to test it?"

Although he knew that the white-haired old man was a strong man, Qin Yang was not panicked. After all, they had a supreme power and a Tongshen power beside them.

Mo Yu did not agree with Qin Yang's idea: "Since there is no conflict, there is no need to cause trouble. The most important thing is here. We will always have the advantage of starting. There is no need to cause trouble. "

Qin Yang saw Mo Yu say this, so he didn't say anything more.

"Okay, then we don't care about them. We will go directly into the desert later. Anyway, we are just exploring this time. As long as we find a place, we can leave."

"Yeah!"

Situ Xiang asked: "Should we get a few camels?"

Qin Yang shook his head: "Ordinary people need camels to help carry things, but we are all practitioners. We have enough strength. It won't affect our speed much if we carry things on our backs. If we bring camels, it will slow down the speed."

After a slight pause, Qin Yang comforted: "Don't worry, although I don't live in the desert for a long time, I know all the common sense of survival in the desert. Even if the positioning instrument is broken, there is still a compass. If the compass is broken, I still know how to look at the stars to identify the direction and walk out of the desert. As long as you bring enough water and dry food, there will be no problem."

Situ Xiang was a little surprised: "Have you been to the desert before?"

Qin Yang smiled and said: "I have been there several times, so don't be afraid!"

Situ Xiang smiled and said: "I'm not afraid."

Qin Yang took out his mobile phone and opened one of the photos he had just taken. The photo seemed to be taking a photo of Situ Xiang, but in fact it had taken all three people outside the door of the house at the end.

Qin Yang slid his fingers to enlarge the photo.

The white-haired old man's head was mostly covered by a hat and glasses, only half of his face was exposed. It can only be seen that he is a white man, and nothing more can be seen.

Qin Yang originally wanted to send this photo to others to check, but after looking at the tightly covered frog glasses, he finally chose to give up.

If you want someone to check who this is, you must have a full-face photo.

There are no obvious features in the half-face photo of this man, how can people find him?

Forget it, leave him alone!

Qin Yang and others returned to the place where water was sold and bought four thick plastic barrels, each of which was filled with drinking fresh water.

In the desert, you can be without food, but you must not be without water, so bringing enough fresh water is the most important thing when entering the desert.

According to the positioning, the treasure should be located about one hundred kilometers east of the oasis. One hundred kilometers in the desert is not the same as one hundred kilometers on flat land. In the vast desert, there are no reference points, no roads, only endless yellow sand. It is very difficult to find the target.

After the four people prepared all their equipment again, they each carried a backpack and a large bucket of water and entered the desert.

In the small building at the end of the oasis, Mr. A was sitting in his seat, reading an ancient book in his hand. On the page he opened, there was an old illustration of a scorpion with a black body and a high, sharp tail.

Next to this illustration, there were densely packed words. These words were very strange, like tadpole writing, and were difficult to recognize at all, because it was not a modern popular language at all, but an ancient language with a very ancient history.

Mr. A obviously knew these words. He read them with great interest and looked focused.

There was a knock on the door, and a mercenary walked in with a pair of binoculars hanging on his chest.

"The four people you told me to keep an eye on have left the oasis and entered the desert..."

Mr. A closed the book in his hand and frowned: "Just the four of them? What did they bring?"

"Yes, just the four of them. Each of them carried a large backpack and a plastic bucket, which should be filled with fresh water..."

Mr. A's eyes lit up slightly and his eyebrows slightly raised.

They didn't even rent a camel team, and these four people dared to go directly into the desert?

They must have come prepared, and they should all be practitioners, right?