Liu Jinzhu roared, "How the hell would I know, useless trash."
The two were muttering to themselves, clearly the first ones knocked down before, too scared to get up, now they're talking about others.
...
By nightfall, Yang Fan still hadn't found a suitable guide. He decided not to look in the small town of Babuza. If possible, he'd find a family that had lived around the Taklamakan Desert for years. People like that are experienced and make the best guides.
Sometimes you can only rely on luck, if you can't reach it, then there's nothing to be done.
After spending a night in Babuza, early the next morning, taking advantage of the cool dawn, Yang Fan left Babuza County. By noon, he arrived at the edge of the Taklamakan Desert and finally saw the fabled great desert.
In sight were hills covered with thick layers of sand, stretching to the horizon. Occasionally, the wind would lift fine sand, carrying it far away.
Not a person in sight, not even a camel.
