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The road of the old forest in the desert is long, and the trees are no longer densely grown, but more and less, which is very irregular. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoThe cold wind came through the sparse tree trunks, and we shivered forward against the cold wind. Surrounded by dark, evil shadows, whenever there was movement, the Sanqing swordsman would call You Chi's name, and this was enough to shout a dozen times, and after each empty echo, there was silence.

Soon, tiredness swept through everyone, continuous high-intensity battles, the big guy's feet seemed to be filled with lead, and if he took another step, his legs would be wasted. So they took counsel - grouping. The way of grouping is to compare the cloth head and fist, the ancients were not used to our modern grouping method at first, but this method is easy to handle, and finally I, the little Taoist, the library master, Wang Bajian, and the broken knife guest group. Old Ancestor, Qiu Yue, Red Face General, Lishana, Bao Cai, and Tong Grandma are a group. Chen Tianyun, Yinshuang Old Woman, Sanqing Swordsman, Yinshi Group.

The first to set off to find people was Chen Tianyun and his party, the purpose of their coming here was to find the ancient tomb, the ancestor secretly said to him, saying that he wanted to get rid of outsiders no matter what, and when the time came to meet with the grave digging code, Chen Tianyun knew it in his heart, and went to find You Chi in the moonlight.

The time is 05:21 in the morning, thousands of red lights burst out from behind the clouds, the old man often says that seeing the beauty of the morning glow is not a good sign, I didn't believe in such words before, but at this time, with the old ancestor pacing back and forth, my heart began to feel uneasy, Chen Tianyun four people have not returned. According to the explanation given a few hours ago, the time for each group to search is about an hour and a half, and now several hours have passed, Chen Tianyun is a steady and down-to-earth person, it stands to reason that he will not be as maverick as his ancestors, he must have encountered some dangerous things, so he has not come back until now.

The light began to slowly brighten, and the old ancestor could not wait any longer, and he disappeared into the morning mist with the same anxious murderous pockmarks. Before leaving, he instructed us: "If I don't come back within an hour (two hours), don't go in!"

As the minutes ticked by, I looked at my watch anxiously, and then looked down the winding path, hoping to see the old ancestors coming out of it, but no.

The long and anxious wait gradually turned into worry, Wang Bajian and the little Taoist are the people in our team, Bajian has been patting his shoulder and comforting me, the little Taoist is not thinking about the teammates who have not come back at this moment, he has been looking at the surrounding trees.

The Kushi had been looking at him silently, and from his gaze, I saw a depth and a hint of weirdness, which seemed to reflect his current state of mind, a hint of longing.

I can't describe the strange feeling in his eyes, the only thing I know is that he is now the least burdensome of our men, because he has been a man since he met us, he has no company, and we were suspicious of him walking alone in the desert.

The team we drawn, as far as Xiaoba and I are normal, the little Taoist and the library master are not very talkative, and the knife breaker is even more stuffy, judging from his appearance and personality, he should be a ruthless killer on the rivers and lakes, joy and anger are invisible, and he has an eternal poker face, but even if he is such a person, his gaze is the same as mine, facing the path where his partner disappeared.

Waiting in place is not a way, I am impatient now, and there is only one thought: "Even if I encounter the same immeasurable danger as my ancestors, I will see people alive and corpses dead!"

Thinking of this, we unswervingly embarked on the path of their departure. Now it's daytime, the sight is clear, the forest is not so scary, go inside, there are all kinds of stones on the ground, they have built up a small fort, looking mysterious and weird, the kust explained to us that this is a group burial pit for the locals to bury their livestock, the stone is called the prayer stone, when it is built, the small triangular fort will reserve two holes for the souls of cattle, sheep and other animals to enter and exit freely.

The small fort is about 200 meters long, and we carefully walked around it, fearing that we might run into the prayer stone and blaspheme the faith of the locals. Towards the end of the fort, we ran into trouble, there were forks in the road, there were five forks in the road, each with a different density of trees.

The first one counted from the left-hand side is a tree path, which does not have a single leaf on it, but its branches are very thick, stretching out over people's heads like a net of heaven and earth, giving people a feeling of oppression.

The trunk of the second road was dark red, and to be honest it was hard to see a trunk of this color, which was tall and dense, and stretched inward, disappearing into a cloud of darkness, and its ground was bubbling with a miasma, which gave a feeling of dampness and heat, like the heat of a dense forest after a rain.

The little Taoist squatted down, touched the ground with his hand, and then frowned: "The ground on this road is slightly hot, as if there is a fire hidden under the ground. ”

When my fingertips felt the warmth, I looked at the little Taoist priest in surprise and asked him how he could have such a place? The little Taoist shook his head, he didn't know why this place was so weird.

For me, the strangest thing is the gravel path, because it is strange that it can exist in this forest, as if the "crescent spring" of Mingsha Mountain will not be covered with sand, leaving a river bay and ancient buildings, and I look at the end of the road, and I don't know what kind of place it will reveal behind the dead and gloomy back.

The fourth is my favorite road, there are small dwarf trees and wild grasses on both sides, decorated with all kinds of delicate and lovely flowers, I looked closer, I found that although these flowers are different colors, and their appearance is also very different, but they all have a strange human face, some seem to be crying, some seem to be laughing gloomily, I can't believe it, rubbed my eyes, and listened to the kushi: "This flower looks weird, and the smell it emits has a rotten smell, so I advise Brother Feng not to get too close." ”

Hearing the curator's reminder, I straightened up, and there was a hint of reproach to myself, I knew very little about ancient things, and now there was no encyclopedia of treasures, and I had to put away my curiosity.

The mud of the fifth road is wetter than the other four, and the posture of the old trees is also richer, with a lot of thick vines wrapped around it, a bit like a primeval forest, but also like a dark cave, what can be heard from inside is the sound of birds, this bird call is very crisp, although it is more pleasant, but from the trees, it still gives people a poignant feeling.

Bajian leaned down and wanted to check if there were any footprints left by the previous ancestors and Chen Tianyun's team on the five forks in the road, but it was very strange that there were no footprints on these five roads that no one had stepped on.

I thought to myself, "If the camels that had gone into the forest with the treasure had not run away, perhaps we would have been able to discern the right path with the agility of the animals, but now we really can't see anything with the naked eye." "When I was worried, I remembered the code of the gravedigger that my ancestors had said, and I checked the trees on the five roadsides, and there was no pattern information, which means that now we have no way of telling which road they are taking.

All of a sudden, the situation fell into an anxious situation, this feeling is like drawing a lot of life and death, I really don't know if what I draw will be life or death, and in the end there is almost no choice, I used the most mentally retarded way to decide everyone's way: "South, south, north, west, may I ask the four monarchs, which way to choose." My finger rested on the gravel road, and the little Taoist priest and the treasurer didn't talk much nonsense, and after that, without looking back, they walked into the path I pointed out indiscriminately.

I looked miserable, in fact, I wanted to enter the path full of pink and purple flowers, but I cried and cried on the path I chose. Wang Bajian and I followed, and the place behind the gravel road was a barren land, and I stopped in a daze, as if I had returned to the Bailongdui Desert. How could such a forest be so different?

Everyone walked forward in a daze, the surrounding depression was lifeless, the trees turned into poplars, and a sense of spatial confusion arose, Bajian rubbed his eyes, pushed my shoulder, and asked, "Son, am I awake or dreaming?"

I pinched his face, and he screamed in pain, this is not a dream, we seem to be back in the yellow sand world, this is incredible, is this a masterpiece of nature, or is it a deliberately created layout? Just as I was thinking this, the curator pointed to a poplar and said to us, "There's a tower there!"

The little Taoist priest heard that there was a tall building, and ran towards the forest, and I and Bajian looked at each other, and the little Taoist priest was silent along the way, as if he had been thinking about something, and this time it was a little abnormal.

The crowd followed, and in front of us was a large and ruined building, in the shape of a square, which, judging by its shape, should have been a small courtyard earlier. In the middle of the small courtyard is an old tower, and the flowers hanging upside down with thick ropes on the side of the tower have been dried, and it seems that this is the gathering place of Loulan believers.

This tower is very high, and the top of the tower is hollowed out, a bit like a beacon tower, but the tower body has been worn out by time. We pushed open the wooden door that fell down at the touch of a button, the layout of the tower was simple, under a piece of woolen felt blanket that was lifted, there was a small wooden door, everyone approached carefully, I used a Mongolian knife to pick up the blanket, and a cold air kept gushing out from below, and there was an indescribable smell, as if there was something gloomy in it.

Before entering, Bajian found that the small door of the square secret passage was originally composed of a trap lock, and this lock was not opened normally, but pried open, that is to say, there were people who did not belong here, and they once wanted to enter the small opening below, and they used abnormal means to destroy the lock.

Thinking of this, I gasped and thought to myself, "Is there any treasure in there, so that someone picks the lock and goes deeper?" The broken lock may have been forcibly destroyed by people at that time who forgot to understand the method of unlocking. (To be continued.) )