C245 killing vine

After packing up, Uncle A Dili looked at the vast desert, placed both of his hands on his chest, and prayed devoutly with his head lowered.

We did not disturb him. After waiting for more than half a minute, A Dili straightened his back, whistled towards the camels, and shouted towards us to leave.

The bells on the necks of the camels tinkled, breaking the tranquility of the morning