Just as Zhou Xiao'an and his biological mother, Wu Li,
began to embrace tightly,
Hai Bodong and Old Yao, who had followed them here long ago, still showed no intention of revealing themselves.
Two days later.
"Xiao'an, are you sure this tracker isn't wrong? It's led us to this godforsaken place."
"Drive any farther and we'll be in Outer Mongolia!"
Fatty Liu jerked the wheel sharply to the left.
He dodged shards of rock sharper than knives on the ground, while the inertia flung the fat all over his body to one side.
"You're the one with too much to complain about! Mei Xiaoqian has been driving for two days too, and even she, a girl, complains less than you!"
As Zhou Xiao'an spoke, his eyes remained fixed on the computer screen. The satellite positioning showed that they had reached the spot where Liang Dong and the others' signal had vanished.
"This is it! Stop!!"
Zhou Xiao'an was the first to jump out of the vehicle.
Several centuries ago, this place might have been a lush green pasture. Now, there was nothing but rolling yellow sands and sharp wind-carved stones. A few round shrubs growing sparsely in the coarse sand in the distance had been baked dry by the sun, stripped of every trace of green.
Farther out stood bare rocks, carved by the wind into bizarre shapes.
"Whoa!"
"This place looks like something out of an American Western!" Mei Xiaoqian eagerly jumped out of the Pajero police vehicle.
She had already put on the goggles she had prepared.
Looking every bit the adventurer, she said to a police officer beside her, "Officer Ma! Take a picture of me!"
"Ah, sure!" Officer Ma replied, distractedly taking several photos of Mei Xiaoqian.
Although he had learned that Zhou Xiao'an was carrying