"So, you see, strange things happen all the time in No Man's Land."
"It's fine. Just don't keep thinking about heading over there. It's bad luck."
Uncle Beard slowly sipped milk tea with his nuts.
He was already seventy years old.
When he looked back on his life, it felt like flipping through one old photograph after another.
The fear and excitement of those days had long since faded away. Now, all that remained was the occasional remembrance and sadness.
After a long while.
A woman in her twenties suddenly spoke up:
"Uncle Beard, you said just now that there are five most famous treasure legends in the Northern Territory. Could you tell us about them? I don't think I've ever heard them before."
"Treasure legends?" Uncle Beard laughed.
"Little girl, they're all just baseless rumors. You actually believe them?"
"There are as many treasure stories in this desert as hairs on an ox. I won't deny that some of them might be true, but things that have been passed down for hundreds or even thousands of years—do you really think you're the only clever person around?"
"Anything that could be found was dug up long ago."
"If others couldn't find it, you shouldn't waste your time daydreaming about it either. You might as well buy a few scratch-off tickets. Every now and then, you could win ten or twenty yuan. Isn't that better than risking your life?"
There was more than one clever person in this world, but most people were not lucky.
"Oh, come on. We're all just sitting around chatting."
"These days, who would dare run into the desert looking for some treasure? We're not idiots."
The girl hurriedly explained.
The others were also getting interested and quickly chimed in.
"Exactly, exactly. Uncle Beard, we're not doing