"I think he resembles more like an ancient relic dug out from the Gobi Desert, exuding an aura of decay all over him," Sun Hang muttered, "By the way, does our Huaxia Civilization have records of making mummies?"
"He's clearly a living person; life monitoring equipment can detect his heartbeat and pulse," Candle Dragon shook his head.
The "monk" slowly walked to the front of the car, leaned the wooden stick against his elbow, then clasped his hands together and bowed to Sun Hang and the others.
Then he said in very standard modern Chinese, "Gentlemen, I have been awaiting your arrival here for quite some time."
"Who are you?" Sun Hang rolled down the window and asked, sticking his head out.
"I am merely a wandering monk traveling between deserts and ruins; as for my name, I have long forgotten it," the self-proclaimed ascetic monk replied.
