Chapter 1190: Black Storm

As a nation that has lived in the desert for thousands of years, the Bedouin often have excellent memory and observation skills. The better the guide, the more this is the case, and it has been melted into their blood as a survival instinct.

They can tell the difference between a dune and a dune, they can remember the appearance of a date palm tree they saw two or three years ago, and they can even tell the sex and age of a camel from its hoofprints Riding a person, how much weight is carried, and guessing from the camel's dung where the camel last ate grass.

Since Nabari is the best guide in this tribe, it stands to reason that he should be very good at observation and memory, otherwise his reputation would be in vain.

He said that he had seen a cat like Fina, but his tone was not very sure, which was very unusual, unless he saw it under very special circumstances, or after a long time interval.

Salim also found it strange. He had always been convinced of Uncle Nabari's ability, so he said, "Uncle Nabari, please recall carefully. Have you ever seen it? Where did you see it?"

For a moment, Nabari's face showed horror, and his body seemed to tremble, as if a terrible memory had been recalled.

"It was a long time ago, when I was your age." Nabari looked at Salim, but his eyes seemed to be looking at himself many years ago, "I followed my father into the desert and served as a guide for a group of people. The result was a terrible black storm..."

It was an unbearable past, and Nabari still has lingering fears when he recalls it.

He had never seen such a terrible black storm in his life. At noon, he couldn't see his fingers. The storm was so strong that it could blow people away, and the camels panicked like a catastrophe. They spent a lot of effort to hold the camels to prevent them from running away, and then let them lie down in a circle, and those of them hid in the wall formed by the camels, praying that the storm would pass quickly...

But the storm did not let them off so easily.

Not long after, they discovered to their horror that the sand had almost buried the lying camel, and all of them would be buried here if they went on.

Under such circumstances, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and forcibly pull the camels up, without even caring about packing up the supplies, and headed towards the direction where they could leave the desert in their memory.

Even with the best guides, they lost their way, because the violent storm changed the topography of the vicinity, countless sand dunes disappeared, and countless sand dunes appeared out of thin air. The sand dunes moved like living giants, covering all familiar marks.

When the storm finally stopped, several people were missing from the team, and they just disappeared into the desert,

It was never seen again.

That night, when they lit a bonfire and silently shared what little food was left, the young Nabari noticed a few pairs of eyes lit up on the edge of the fire, which were some kind of animal.

They clenched the weapons in their hands, stared into those eyes in fear, thinking that the devil in the desert would not give up, and sent hordes of jackals to harvest their lives.

The animals came closer, and then they saw clearly that the owner of the eyes was not a ferocious jackal, but some kind of cat they had never seen before.

These cats are a little afraid of fire, but they are very curious about the fire and these humans. They have been lingering on the edge of the fire, and they did not leave until dawn.

The rest of the team finally walked out of the desert by drinking urine and killing camels to satisfy their hunger. Everyone was so thin that they were only half breathed when they were rescued.

Nabari, who has experienced this catastrophe, seems to have matured all of a sudden, becoming a guide like his father, leading tourists and scientific expedition teams through the desert, coping with any situation calmly, and never letting anyone die in the desert. In the desert, because there is no worse situation than that.

He later entered the desert countless times, and lit bonfires at night countless times. Sometimes the bonfires would attract other small animals, but he never saw those elf-like cats again. He even wondered if he really saw those cats that night. .

Due to the long time and the lack of close observation, he couldn't confirm whether those cats were exactly the same as Fina. He only vaguely remembered that their coat color was sandy yellow, with some dark stripes and spots on their backs and limbs, and long tails. , The ears are big, as for other details, I can't see or remember clearly.

Hearing this, Zhang Zian realized that the Bedouin's power of observation and memory was well-deserved. It was just a glimpse of them one night twenty or thirty years ago, and they were able to retain so many details in their memory.

Salim was fascinated by this, and said in astonishment: "Uncle Nabari, you never told me these things..."

"Why did I tell you?" Nabari glanced at him indifferently, "You young people like big cities, and are no longer interested in these legends in the desert. You don't understand the desert, and you don't want to understand it. If you only know a little superficially and brag everywhere, you don’t know the real danger and horror of the desert, if you young people encounter such a black storm, you will definitely die in the desert.”

Salim scratched his head embarrassingly, "I was wrong before, Uncle Nabari, I am very interested in the desert now, and I am willing to learn everything about the desert from you..."

Anyway, it’s all about making money. He thinks it’s faster and easier to earn money as a tourist guide, and he can also gain the respect of tourists, which is much better than working in the city and being blindsided. After earning enough money, it is not too late to open a small shop in a big city and enjoy life.

Nabari seemed to see through his thoughts, smiled, and said pointingly: "People with impure thoughts who enter the desert will not be blessed by the true god."

Zhang Zian also felt chills running down his back when he heard it. He thought of Fina's contempt for the Harmaidan wind, because this kind of wind was not even ranked in the desert.

However, after all, Nabari is the nightmare experienced 20 or 30 years ago. At that time, the level of science and technology was not as developed as it is today. This time, Wei Kang brought a lot of high-tech equipment. It seems that there is no need to worry about it.

Most importantly, Wei Kang must be very happy to find out the clues of the original Egyptian cat at last.

When the conversation between the uncle and nephew came to an end, Zhang Zian interjected, "Nabali, do you still remember the place where you met those cats?"

Nabari's frown deepened, "I was too young at that time, and I was very scared. I walked out of the desert completely in the footsteps of my father. Maybe I only remember..."

He paused, swallowed the last half of the words, shook his head and didn't want to say any more.

"Then your father..." Zhang Zian glanced around.

"He's dead," Nabari said.