Chapter 479: Chapter 342: Call for Help
This is because Miss Tang didn’t eat much at night. With the food shortage, she only ate half a piece of chocolate, so she just retched a few times but eventually had nothing to vomit.
That bit of chocolate had long been absorbed by her body after a few hours. There was nothing left in her empty stomach but gastric juice, so nothing else came out.
Four corpses fell, and the sandy ground returned to calm. I stared at the sand for a while, but there was no other movement.
"These four are just the vanguard." I drew out the shovel and used the sand to cover the heads of the four corpses. It’s not that I’m particularly kind-hearted, just afraid Miss Tang might look twice and lose her nerve.
"Weren’t there any bodies in the drainage ditch? Why didn’t you vomit then? Were you deliberately holding back?" I recall when she and Qinghan crossed over the piles of dead bodies coming out of the drainage ditch, she showed no bad reaction whatsoever at the time.
"I don’t know why, I just suddenly felt nauseous." Miss Tang’s voice sounded weak, as if she really was feeling unwell, and she had no energy left even to argue with me.
"You might be sick." It’s been days without properly eating. If someone has a sensitive stomach or existing stomach issues, this kind of ordeal would surely trigger it.
"I’m fine, just keep going."
"We can’t! These four are just the vanguard. We don’t know how many companions they have. Such a big creature and only bones left... the numbers must not be small."
"So, what do we do?"
This was Miss Tang’s second time asking the question. I initially thought she was quite decisive, but it turns out she’s indecisive in situations like this.
"We have to wander around nearby." Suddenly I recalled a place Mike had mentioned when choosing a campsite.
Before we decided on the pit-digging cave as a campsite, Mike mentioned another cave. It was initially one of our campsite options until he found a journal there, which noted horrible happenings inside, warning others not to enter.
Mike then led his team to the pit-dig cave. He didn’t know what had happened there, but trusted the warning left by predecessors, believing it’d be wise to avoid it.
Now, with the Evil Spirit dead and illusions gone, maybe the danger in that cave has disappeared or reduced. Carrying Miss Tang, I turned toward the cave.
The location of the cave doesn’t require star-guiding identification, because the mountain with the cave is shaped like horns. Mike calls it Cow Horn Rock, and it’s not very far from us. If you have night vision, you can see the horns’ silhouette northwest.
"Are you going to Cow Horn Rock?" Miss Tang asked weakly.
"Yes."
"But the guide mentioned terrible things happened there before."
"What are you scared of, when you’re bold enough to secretly track the person aiming to destroy the earth alone in the desert at night?"
"I’m feeling really unwell now; I won’t be much help to you."
"By doing nothing, you’re helping me."
"Hmm."
The ’hmm’ indicates willing consent. I quickened my pace, keeping an eye on any movements in the sand, moving rapidly toward Cow Horn Rock.
We’ve already changed our travel direction, but there’s still no sounds of other animals nearby. The eerie silence encircles us like a net.
Not long before reaching Cow Horn Rock, Miss Tang spoke again, "Look, doesn’t it look like a horn?"
"Weren’t horns made from cow horns in the past?" I thought she’s stating the obvious, replied without much interest.
"Do you think it can be sounded?" Miss Tang seemed not to hear me, softly mumbling.
"Depends on who blows it. A Titan Giant certainly could."
"Yes, whatever existed must have left traces."
"Not good." I suddenly realized something was wrong, touched Miss Tang’s forehead, feeling it plastered with cold sweat.
Being sick in the desert is dangerous. I sped up again, jogging toward Cow Horn Rock.
The cave Mike mentioned is quite easy to find because it was once a tourist attraction. Inside the cave are ancient symbols and drawings, considered relics left by ancient humans on Kangaroo Continent.
Previously, scholars came to photograph and collect data; eventually, it was inconclusive whether it was indeed ancient ruins or mere graffiti by later generations.
The local Government Department didn’t pay much attention, only tourism companies hyped its narrative to attract tourists.
