Chapter 47
Not only had the rain stopped, but the ground was dry as if it had never rained at all. The three got into the rented van and drove practically non-stop some nine-hundred miles to Ürümqi on the opposite side of the Taklamakan Desert. It had an international airport used by many foreigners. Michael hoped people from the village would be too scared to go up to the monastery before the three of them were safely out of the country. Once the villagers did go up there, he suspected they might bury the bodies and not say anything that would cause the attention of the Chinese government to rain down on them. The deaths would also very likely confirm what they already believed—that yaojing haunted the area.
At the airport, Jianjun asked, “Are we going try to get to Inner Mongolia, boss
