When the sound of horses' hooves came from afar, Gordon vaguely recognized that it was a wagon pulling goods. Four wheels, the wagon is piled high with goods, wrapped in canvas and tied with belts. The coachman's head was lowered and his back was bent as if he was dozing.

Sometimes the carriage was hidden in the fog, sometimes with a vague outline, and Gordon seemed to catch a glimpse of the scimitar hanging from the coachman's waist, but in a blink of an eye, he could not see it clearly, only the sound of the wind, the sound of the horses' hooves, and the grinding of the wheels of the carriage against the sand became louder and louder.

As the wheels rolled, a winding yellow sand road stretched, and wherever the carriage went, the sand road stretched out, like a long causeway paved with a lake.

Gordon drew his dagger, and the carriage grew larger and larger in sight, and the mottled wheels, the corroded bridles, the thick dust covering the canvas, and—the chauffeur's sleeved sackcloth robes, leggings, and scimitars!

It's a horse thief again!

The carriage drove unhurriedly. Gordon's hand in the dagger couldn't help but tighten, and the horse thief sat on the wheel of the carriage with a blue face and a stiff expression, and two lines of blood flowed out of the hollow eye sockets, which had dried into blood stains.

He's dead! It's just a corpse in the car!

Gordon's heart sank, and the carriage drove past him, gradually running into the distance. The yellow sand road behind the wheels also disappeared, and was once again covered by lake water and fog, as if it had never appeared.

It seemed that after a long time, a dense camel bell sounded in the distance, and a dusty convoy appeared in the mist, and the sound of conversation and laughter was mixed.

Gordon stared at each other, like a business group from afar. Heavy bags were hung on both sides of the camel, and black-haired and black-eyed merchants sat among the humps, pointing to each other. They wore silk robes of a special style, and the placket and cuffs were embroidered with delicate and intricate patterns. The belt is also made of silk silk and inlaid with jade of turquoise or snow-white jade. At the end of the caravan was a luxurious and wide eight-wheeled carriage, the blue and white curtains of the carriage were pulled open, and a small pink face poked out, looking out curiously.

Are you from the land of porcelain? Gao's father had received several distinguished guests from the country of porcelain. They are strictly polite, discreet and reserved, with hair and eyes as mysterious as the night. A long time ago, the Land of Porcelain traded with the Land of Sand, opening up a famous porcelain route in the desert. However, for unknown reasons, this porcelain road was eventually abandoned and reduced to the ruins of history.

As the caravan approached, the laughter and the dead silence all around each other made Gordon feel even more eerie. He pursed his chapped lips, his stomach was beating with hunger, he couldn't hold on for long, he had to make a decision sooner.

As before, a winding yellow sand road stretches in the direction of the convoy, covering the lake. As the caravan passed through Gordon, the merchants did not seem to see him at all, and continued on their journey.

After a moment's hesitation, Gordon leaped to the roof of the carriage as the magnificent carriage at the end of the team passed.

"Squeak!" There was a screeching twisting sound from the van. The carriage jolted violently a few times, and a gust of wind swept in with the rain of sand, and the fierce wind blew the figure of Gao Deng's body to shake. He bent down and lowered his hood, only to find that the lake was gone.

The wind and sand are long, the dunes are undulating, and the surrounding area is like an endless desert. The visibility of the air was extremely low, and the sand pillars were swept up by the wind from time to time, stirring up the sky dark.

Gordon flipped upside down, lightly through the curtain, and into the car.

A little girl in the land of porcelain reclined on a silk mattress, her little head just retracted from the window. "Huh?" The girl blinked in confusion, stretched out her little hand, waved it in the direction of Gordon, and touched nothing. Her hair was full of pearls, her eyes were painted, and she was wrapped in a thick animal skin blanket around her knees, which covered the floor.

Gordon tentatively stabbed out the dagger, the tip of which was just a fraction of a match between her bright black eyeballs. After a few seconds, Gordon confirmed that he couldn't see him, so he withdrew his dagger, tiptoed, and retreated into the corner of the saddle.

In the middle of the carriage there is a long case of vermilion lacquer, with a patterned openwork and gold leaf ornaments, filled with delicate and lustrous porcelain. Gordon saw that it contained purple grape juice, orange slices dipped in snow salt, and golden stuffed dough rolls...... He couldn't help but swallow it, and the night pearls hanging from the four corners of the roof shone on his face, reflecting his complexion.

"It's so boring, and my dad doesn't accompany me." The little girl pursed her lips, picked up a slice of orange, and chewed it boredly. Gordon stared at the few drops of crystal orange juice oozing from the corners of her mouth, and her lips squirmed, but she finally held back.

The carriage jolted all the way, as if it were bouncing in the waves. Gordon tried his best to think about the corpse of the horse thief who was driving, and only in this way could he restrain himself from eating like crazy. "Except for daggers and poisons, there is absolutely nothing in the world that is given away for nothing." He admonished himself repeatedly.

"Who? Who's there? The little girl's eyes widened, and she looked at Gordon's position again.

Gordon was slightly startled, the girl stared at it for a while, and shook her head: "Did I hallucinate again?" Obviously no one is there. ”

Gordon thought for a moment and said tentatively, "Where is this?" ”

The girl was shocked, looked around, and rubbed her eyes vigorously: "This is weird, I always feel that there are people." Could it be a goblin who lives in the desert and will be invisible? ”

She was stunned for a moment, and laughed: "I'm really stupid, where can there be a little goblin?" Goblin, if you're really here, can you talk to me? I'll give you something to eat. The girl lifted the porcelain plate with the rose melon seed cake and shook it.

She couldn't see herself, but she could vaguely feel her presence. Gordon secretly thought in his heart that the girl in this porcelain country might be born with a keen mental power, which is different from ordinary people. He pulled out an thistle and planned to shoot it at the girl to see what changes it would cause.

The girl took out an embroidered silk handkerchief, wiped her sweaty forehead, and said to herself: "Daddy always said that the hot weather of the desert is good for my legs. But I know that these legs can't be cured. Alas, goblin, you can't heal my leg either. ”

Gordon's gaze fell on the leather blanket, and his fingers froze slightly.

Outside the carriage burst into cheers from the merchants, the caravan slowed down, and Gordon immediately poked out the window and looked out.

At some point, a ruin appeared on the empty desert, broken walls, and half-buried sand. The merchants untied some of their goods and walked happily to the ruins.

A chill crept up Gordon's back, and he saw the merchants standing among the ruins, gesturing and haggling with the air, handing out wooden boxes full of porcelain. The wooden box immediately turned into fragments, and the porcelain also flew to ashes, but the merchants could not see it. They took something from the ruins and carefully loaded the camels, but in Gordon's sight, it was clearly empty, and they had nothing in their hands!

The girl poked her head out and kept looking: "Little goblin, it would be nice if I could go down and have a look." She looked enviously for a while, then suddenly closed her eyes, closed her palms, and whispered, "Little goblin, if you are really here, you will bless all the children in the world who can't leave, and they can fly freely." ”

Gordon turned his head and hesitated, and the thistle quietly retracted.

Half an hour later, the caravan set out and walked straight through the vast ruins. On the way, a crumbling and dilapidated stone tablet suddenly caught Gordon's eye, with several worn handwriting engraved on it in the words of the country of porcelain and the country of sand: "The Road of Porcelain, 4864 in the Gregorian calendar." ”

Year 4864! Three thousand years ago!

Gordon's heart jumped suddenly, three thousand years ago, the carriage was not equipped with springs, which is why it was so violently bumpy! Three thousand years ago, the Porcelain Road was opened to trade, and many post stations and trading markets were built along the way!

In an instant, the camel at the front let out a long mournful hiss and fell to its knees, its flesh peeling off layer by layer like weathered sand, leaving only a bare skeleton.

One camel after another fell, the bulging goods fell to the ground, quickly decayed and broken, and a large amount of porcelain shattered, buried by the swept wind and sand. The merchants fled in panic, screaming in terror, blood splattering from them, as if countless demonic minions were sticking out of the air, tearing them apart alive!

"Daddy, Daddy!" The little girl lost color and screamed, and the carriage ran like crazy. Gordon saw the dusty cobwebs crawling all over the carriage, the rotting and stinky grape juice, and the silk cushions piling up feet of dust.

The carriage slabs on all sides shattered and turned into dust. The little girl grabbed the frame in a panic, tried to stand up, and "plopped" and fell. The leather blanket slid down, revealing knee-high broken legs.

"Help me! Who's going to save me? The little girl cried and stretched out her hand, "Goblin, are you there?" Come and save me! ”

Gordon clenched his dagger tightly and said nothing. He can't get involved, and he can't even touch the other person's limbs. They should have died long ago and belonged to another world.

"Bang!" The front wheel of a galloping carriage shattered, followed by a second and a third. The carriage bounced a few times, the two rear wheels on the right flung out, the carriage tilted over, and the girl rolled to Gordon's feet.

Suddenly, the four eyes met, and the dark eyes stared at Gordon without blinking.

She saw me! Gordon couldn't help but be in a trance.

"Goblin, are you here to save me?" The girl tilted her head, and her smile of surprise flashed like a flash of time.

There was a loud bang, the base of the carriage was wiped out, and Gao Deng subconsciously stretched out his hand, but he caught it. He rolled to the ground, the carriage overturned, and the horse pulling it had turned to bones.

He stood up, and there was no girl in sight, only a desolate and strange ancient city in front of him, like a demon standing, and a huge shadow enveloped him, twisting and wriggling like a living thing.

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