The Villainous Celebrity Wife of the CEO - Chapter 160.1

Koktokay 3
After a smooth resolution of the road hiccups, the team finally arrived at the camp at eleven o’clock in the evening.

The snow had just stopped. The sky was clear, and the stars were sprinkled all over the night sky, reflecting the snow beneath their feet.

Initially, the artists were quite worried that the program group would let them live in tents in ice and snow. Unexpectedly, the accommodation environment prepared by the program group was far beyond their expectation —— They saw dozens of yurts connected together and sheltered away from the wind in the col, each covering an area of 20-30 square meters! From a distance, the whole white yurts looked like a huge palace, exuding a magnificent momentum.

“This-These are yurts, right?” Yan Changhui said with interest, “I’ve lived in a yurt before when I was filming in Mongolia. It’s quite interesting!”

“Mr. Yan, don’t say this in front of the host family.” Su Jishi laughed, “This is a Kazakh house. The appearance does look like a yurt, but the roof and outer wall decoration are somewhat different.”

For tourists who were unfamiliar with Xinjiang’s customs, there was always confusion about the difference between these two types of felt houses. But Su Jishi, as an old geological dog, did her homework beforehand. She did so every time she went out into the field to avoid offending the taboos of the local people.

The felt room reserved for the five guests was one of the most gorgeous.

The exterior looked ordinary, but after entering, everyone did not hold back their, “Woooow——”

The ground was covered with gorgeous and heavy wool carpet. Stepping on it barefoot, it slightly pricked their feet, but it was particularly comfortable. Hanging on the wall were wall felts of more than two meters in length and width, each of which had a different color, which could not only keep them warm, but also be used as decoration. In addition, there were some musical instruments and utensils they couldn’t name hanging on the wall. Too many things kept their eyes fully occupied.

A small round table was placed on the ground in the middle, and five small mats were placed next to the table, next to which a camera had been set up.

Seeing this formation, they certainly understood that this felt room was their main interior site for the next few days.

Because it was too late, the scheduled ‘handing out missions’ session was moved to the next day, leaving the artists to rest for the night.

……

In winter, the sun would rise at 9:30 in Koktokay. If you subtract the time difference, it is equivalent to about 7:30 inland. The winter in Xinjiang was freezing cold so that almost no one would get up before sunrise. Even if they did, they would linger under the covers for a while.

But Su Jishi had never been accustomed to staying in bed. Her biological clock was very punctual. She opened her eyes before dawn, and by the time the sky showed a glimpse of sweet red morning light, she had already packed up and went out for a walk in high spirits.

When she got up, she accidentally woke up Xiao Xia. Seeing her going out, Xiao Xia sleepily got up from bed. She was obviously sleepy, but she stubbornly followed her like a little tail.

Su Jishi reached out and wiped away the boogers from the corners of her eyes: “Go back to sleep if you’re sleepy. No need to follow me. I’ll just wander around.”

Xiao Xia shook her head: “No! If you are left alone, I do not know what ‘big thing’ you are going to do again. Yesterday you saved a wild dog. Today, don’t tell me you’re going to save a bear?”

“There are no bears here at…”

“Then it could also be wolves, deer, silly roe deer or something like that!”

While talking, Xiao Xia shivered, as if she was already picturing Su Jishi being surrounded by wolves.

Su Jishi couldn’t shake this little tail, so hse could only take her with her and step out of the room.

When she pushed the heavy curtain door of the felt room, the cold foggy air met her face. The temperature in the place was extremely low, and 30 to 40 degrees below zero was commonplace. This coldness was also mixed with the moisture of snow and ice. When taking deep breaths, you could even feel the cold air flowing into your lungs along the trachea and soaking your entire body.

Xiao Xia shivered anew, and the last remaining trace of sleep was frozen away.

The camp was silent, with ruts and footprints covering the ground, the path they had taken on their arrival yesterday.

Su Jishi tightly wrapped her double-layered down jacket around her, put on her hat, mask and sunglasses, found the right direction and headed out of the camp.

Although the morning light was dark, with the reflection of the snow, the surrounding area was still bright and dazzling.

The two of them left deep and shallow footprints in the snow for more than twenty minutes, before Xiao Xia asked blankly, “Sister Su, where are we going?”

She thought Su Jishi was just wandering around the camp. To her surprise, she walked straight all the way, making it obvious that she had locked the direction of her destination. While walking on the snowy field, Xiao Xia recalled their tragic experience of being thrown to the suburbs by Mr. Mu. Xiao Xia shuddered, feeling poor, weak and helpless.

“We’re here.”

Su Jishi suddenly spoke.

After going around the last col, a clear view opened up in front of them.

Xiao Xia blinked at the scenery in front of her in surprise, not knowing what words to use to describe it.

The mountains were stacked on top of each other and stretched infinitely. But in between the mountains, there was an extremely abrupt groove that ran through each of them. It was as if an invisible giant had swung a giant axe and split the mountains.

The trench was so long and narrow that if one were to look down from above in a helicopter, one would see that it stretched for nearly 200 kilometers. Under its influence, rivers were diverted, basins collapsed, boulders fell, and the water overflowed into lakes.

This was Su Jishi’s destination on this trip —— the Koktokay Seismic Fault Zone[1].

The earthquake that tore such a big “wound” on the ground was of eight magnitude —— the same intensity as the Great Sichuan earthquake.

“A magnitude 8 earthquake?!!!” Xiao Xia shivered. “We just experienced a tsunami and a volcanic eruption last month. We won’t be so unlucky as to encounter an earthquake, right?”

Su Jishi laughed at her timidity: “This earthquake was a few years ago in the 1930’s, nearly ninety years ago. You, ah, don’t worry about nothing.”

Xiao Xia still stared at the cliffs fearfully.