The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will not be returned if it is not broken.

The desert yellow sand, the remnant sun is like blood, the outer border pass, the ancient road of Loulan!

The smoke and soldiers of the past have passed, and when the remnant sun shines a deep red through the fire clouds, the desert looks quiet and vast.

The fiery red sun hung over the sand dunes in the north of the desert, scorching the boundless desert, the scorching heat rose between the sand cracks, An Ze was like a particle in the sea of sand, reclining on the sand, he peered at the red sun in the sky through the palm of his hand, he was very tired at the moment.

An Ze, a keen fan of extreme sports, decided a few days ago to cross this boundless Loulan monument.

He got up and drank some water, and the barren spirit got some comfort, and he quickened his pace when he looked at the cloud of fire that seemed to swallow up the last trace of crimson in the sky.

The afterglow of the remnant sun is imprinted with a series of footprints on the yellow sand and the distant back.

Anzer pondered when he would be able to traverse the monument, his skin red and wrinkled under the scorching sun.

Suddenly, the wind rose in the desert, bringing up a burst of yellow sand, and the sand particles scraped him painfully.

"Khoo, Khoo!" It was very strange! There was a faint sound in the wind and sand, echoing in his ears, Jin Ge struck, An Ze shuddered, and the locals reminded him that if there was a strange sound in the desert, he must be cautious.

Then another vision emerged, under the blood-red sun, endless black-armored cavalry fought in the desert, blood soaked red sand, and the vast desert was full of banners and broken battles.

It's like being in an ancient battlefield, filled with black smoke, the sky is covered with flags, there are dry bones everywhere, and blood is converging into a long river, this is not like a mirage!

An Ze was covered in hair, and the desert under his feet had buried countless border soldiers, their souls could not rest in peace, buried outside the bones, wives and children were hungry and cried in their homeland, and their grievances were thousands of miles away from here.

The sight was truly terrifying, Anze's hair stood on end, and he recalled the rumors of the past when he was chatting with his friends, in the mountains of some ancient places, the beasts would be restless if they got a little close, and even broke free from the reins and crashed to death on the stone wall, and the birds would fall off the cliffs when they passed, and the mountain people walked into it without any abnormality, and the rumors were similar to this place.

He regretted it, suspecting that he had disturbed the undead buried in the desert, and before entering the desert, the old herdsmen had repeatedly earnestly admonished him, and this ancient road to the west was very evil, and few people set foot on it.

It is said that in ancient times, there was a Buddha who walked west on this road, saying that there were no birds on the top, no beasts on the bottom, and all over the eyes, only the dead man's dry bones as a mark.

The ancient kingdom of Loulan, which was once extremely glorious, disappeared almost overnight, mysteriously disappeared from the annals of history, and was never recorded again.

This place is so supernatural that An Ze doesn't want to stay longer for a moment.

When the red sun fell in the west, the last light was swallowed up, and the entire desert turned back into a dead sea of sand.

The fog was up, and the thick fog covered the desert, wrapping it in a white veil, and you could see the stars in the fog, which was beautiful.

An Ze was a little shocked, this place was too bizarre, and many scenes in front of him could not be explained, so he didn't dare to stay at all, so he ran into the distance with tight steps.

At the end of the desert, the moon hangs in the starry sky, the stars dot its surroundings, and there is a ghostly light scattered, and An Ze's figure is like a little ant, submerged in this vast desert.

Before he knew it, the fog was getting heavier and the visibility was lower, and Anze's steps were getting faster and faster, and he was going to completely cross this strange place before dawn.

There was a thin coolness in the mist, and the cold Anze shivered, and the sand particles in the desert were radiated by a day, and the heat in them was dispersed at night, and the temperature dropped quickly.

I don't know what dripped onto An Ze's forehead, and he reached out and twisted it.

It's rain! Anze was amazed, there was occasional frost at night in the desert, and it was unusual to condense raindrops. The raindrops hit the skin, and it was a little comfortable......

The desert at night is still quiet, with the starry sky above his head and his feet on the yellow sand Anze walking alone, the white mist around him is being blown away little by little, and the vision gradually becomes clearer.

An Ze's face changed, the horizon at the end of the sand sea was dim, the yellow sand and black smoke were wrapped together, across half of the desert pitch black, and it reached the sky to swallow the western starry sky, among which the muffled thunder was rolling, and the battle with the burial ground was about to be pressed at the end of the desert, and the sand dunes in the distance were razed to the ground.

Faintly listening to the ghostly whistling sound in the sandstorm, An Ze's face turned pale, he seemed to feel the pain of the sand cutting into his face, and his body was rolled into the meat grinder and torn into pieces.

He found the flattest sandy area, dug a sand pit, hid himself in it, buried it with as much sand as he could, and only leaked his face out.

The sandstorm came, with the power to exterminate everything. An Ze underestimated him after all, and swept him away in just a moment of contact, and then his consciousness became cloudy and blurred, and he scattered violently!

... ...

With a tearing pain in his head, he almost fainted, and he forced himself to half-sit up, cleaned the sand from his mouth and nose, and began to pay attention to the environment in front of him.

It was a coffin, countless clay coffins lying on the ground, and there was no edge in sight, and such a huge group of tombs made his heart tremble.

Anze couldn't calm down, he wanted to figure out what was going on, he didn't stop, he walked through the tombs, trying to confirm some of his guesses.

I don't know how long it took, he stopped, stood still and looked at the starry sky above him, and he was more sure.

But doubts and puzzles followed, if it was really the ruins of that place, how could there be only these countless coffins.

An Ze continued to investigate, he found that the coffins in this tomb, the distribution seems to be regular, the whole tomb group is divided into eight pieces, the number of coffins in each piece is different, the groups are separated by bluestone roads, the siege is an octagonal shape, eight bluestone roads divide the tombs like a stream to the center, hugging the stone platform in the center, the stone platform is much higher, and there is a bronze coffin in the center, not big! Even the earthen coffin under the stage is several circles larger than him.

The momentum emanating from it should cover all the coffins, and some pottery utensils are regularly placed around the coffins.

Those pottery were funerary objects, and they were not vulgar compared to today's craftsmanship, but had a sense of generosity, a product of a certain period of civilization.

There is an inconspicuous clay jar in the corner, which is accidentally glimpsed.

He stopped, became interested, and studied repeatedly, the pottery jar was half a human high, and it seemed to be decorated with a totem of a bird, and the jar was also filled with liquid, turbid green, rich and fragrant, and smelling it made the mouth revel.

"This totem is like a water bird but different!" An Ze muttered repeatedly as he pondered the pattern on the wall of the tank, opened the lid, lightly dipped his fingers in a little liquid in the tank, sniffed carefully, did not feel abnormal, and seemed to have an inexplicable force that drove him to lick it.

The fragrance was enough for him to indulge, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was fairy syrup Qionglu, the wine was strong and long, and the feeling of hunger and exhaustion was swept away, and only one drop had already made him dizzy and drowsy, and it was in his blood.

The tombs have existed for thousands of years, and the absence of evaporation is a miracle.

An Ze guessed some clues, and his heart became more and more affirmative, he was still in the desert, on that ancient road, it was a sandstorm that blew away the sand that had been buried for thousands of years, and this huge and thick tomb group in front of him should be the former site of Loulan.

An Ze couldn't understand why Loulan was like this, his inexplicable divine death, and there was an unspeakable feeling in his heart, and this group of tombs affected him without interest.

In fact, there are many rumors about the disappearance of Loulan, and the old people often talk about it after tea and dinner, but the statements are very different, some say that the river has been diverted, resulting in the depletion of water sources and the oasis becoming a desert. Some say it was a rare sandstorm that engulfed Loulan, and others say it was due to a terrible plague.

But now that several statements are not true.

An Ze shook his head, he felt that things were not so simple, it was bizarre and terrifying, and the people of Loulan were likely to have predicted their own demise!

Approaching the bronze coffin, An Ze didn't dare to be careless, he always felt that there was a mysterious force that controlled the demise of Loulan, or that the people of Loulan had touched some kind of taboo.

An Ze stopped five meters away from the bronze coffin, he didn't want to get any closer, the surrounding of the bronze coffin was cold and terrible, it was the kind of cold that penetrated into the depths of his soul, and his teeth trembled. As if obsessed, I had a strong interest in the bronze coffin.

"There was blood on the bronze coffin. An Ze stared at a certain part of the coffin, the blood stains did not seem to be splattered, but more like oozing from the copper coffin.

He was fascinated, and his steps involuntarily moved towards the bronze coffin, his hands caressing the patina on the lid of the coffin, and his eyebrows and hair were already frozen ballast.

"Boom"

The lid of the coffin opened a gap on its own.

An Ze's eyes became convinced and reverent, and he was stunned, his body no longer obeyed.

"Giggles"

The lid of the coffin was drawn slowly, and the gap became wider and wider.

Seeing that the lid of the coffin was about to be cut halfway, An Ze's head regained a little clarity, and he used this moment to bite his lip violently, and the sharp pain mixed with the smell of blood spread in his mouth.

"Bang"

The lid of the coffin, which had been half-opened, slammed shut, making a metal crashing sound, and an invisible force lifted An Ze's body into the air.

A mysterious force lifted An Ze's body under the stone platform.

He lay under the stone platform, his eyes fixed on the bronze coffin not far away, and in fear, he saw a corner of the coffin.

Inside the bronze coffin is a beautiful female corpse and a bewitching white flower.

The terrible thing is that the female corpse in the coffin actually opened her eyes, the corners of her mouth moved slightly and seemed to smile at herself, he was sure that he was not mistaken, the female corpse was dressed gorgeously and incompatible with the single color in the tombs, her eyes were beautiful and empty, and she looked at each other as if she was facing the abyss, holding a strange and somewhat demonic white flower in her hand.

Especially the smile of the female corpse, which made him numb from his scalp to his toes, and the back of his spine was cold.

The image in the coffin made him unforgettable, and he tried not to think about it, but the image lingered in his mind.