"Alabrayar...... Also in Allawi...... Babbling and hey, Allah......". www.biquge.infoLate at night, I was woken up by a strange noise. In a language I had never heard before, I opened my eyes and looked at Adili, who was sleeping next to me, and there seemed to be a fire outside the tent. I hurriedly woke him up, but he was so deep asleep that he couldn't wake up.

"Alayidija...... Araga ...... Araye". Strings of unintelligible language came again. My damn curiosity is at work again. I got up, got dressed, and walked out. In the middle of the night in Lop Nur winter, the sound of the cold wind whirring, and the frost on the saline-alkali ground spread a thick layer. As soon as I stepped out of the tent, I was stunned by what I saw.

The light of the fire came from the side of the Sun Tomb, and a group of people gathered around the center of the Sun Tomb, as if some ceremony was being held, they were dressed like Hanfu, and something was placed in the middle. All eyes are on the middle. Because we thought that being closer to the Sun Tomb would block the cold wind at night, our camp was very close to the Sun Tomb and we could see it clearly. There was movement in the Sun Tomb, which had been sleeping for more than 3,000 years, and I was terrified, where did these people come from and what were they doing? What is it talking about?

I ran to Luo Feng's tent in a panic to call him, I was worried that I would be discovered by others, and my voice was very small. However, everyone slept too deeply to hear my voice. I felt a cold sweat coming up my spine. Are they all hypnotized? Why can't you hear me?

I couldn't care about anything, so I opened Luo Feng's tent, and because I was in a hurry, I was cut by the zipper when I opened the tent. Maybe it's because I'm afraid, maybe it's because it's cold, and I can't feel pain. I saw Luo Feng with his eyes closed. I went over and shook him, hard, but he didn't move. I touched his snort, and he wasn't breathing. The same goes for the horse staff officer next to him.

Petrel, yes, and Petrel. Haiyan and Zhang Lin in a tent. I went to see Haiyan and Zhang Lin again, they were in the same situation as Luo Feng, they looked like they were asleep, but they were not breathing. Haiyan's face, as usual, resembles a small apple.

She's dead...... I killed me......

They're all dead, what should I do?

I was so grieved that I hugged Haiyan's corpse, and I just wanted her to accompany me, but who knew that I killed her. The happy scenes with her in the past emerged. They killed her! I want to see why they killed Haiyan and why they left me alone. I still fantasize that when this matter is over, I will make it clear to Luo Feng and let Haiyan and me leave. I want to take her to see Populus euphratica, tell Populus the truth, and hope to get her fulfillment. I will also take her to the old man and tell him that this is my daughter-in-law. I'm also going to get her pregnant with my baby, and I'll earn money to support her and the baby. But she died......

"Alabrayar...... Also in Allawi...... ......"They're getting louder and faster. I want revenge!

I'm going to find out what kind of demons and monsters this group of people are that have killed so many people.

The group gathered in a circle in the center of the Sun Graveyard. There was a bonfire burning around, the flames were in full bloom, and the sound of wood burning crackling. Slowly approaching them, they all turned their backs to me, so no one noticed me.

I saw a round platform in the center of the square, and a man stood in the middle. Oh my God, I can't believe that he looks exactly like Wei Yiyi! He closed his eyes and hands down, motionless, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. Is this man also a witness? I saw that he looked exactly the same as Wei Yiyi, and I felt very awkward. Did they kill Haiyan?

I rushed forward, unable to contain the grief in my heart!

Someone in the crowd spotted me and saw me walk by, and everyone stopped and looked at me. These people don't look like Xinjiang natives, with high noses, flat foreheads, and white Hanfu. The hair is tied up in a bun and coiled on the head.

The light of the fire was reflected in their faces, and I couldn't tell what their expressions were. Is it shock, joy, or sadness. After watching it for about a minute, I actually felt their expressions, which was gratifying......

Why do they feel relieved?

At this time, the person who looked like Wei Yiyi standing in the middle woke up, he actually smiled, such a cold Lop Nur, his smile made me feel a trace of warmth.

"We've been waiting for you for a long time...... his voice was deep, as if coming from underground. Where he was standing, there was a disc with patterns carved on it, like two fish playing. Is it a Pisces jade pendant? It doesn't seem to be quite similar to the way I saw the Pisces jade pendant on the Internet. The disc began to rotate slowly, and the two fish seemed to come to life and frolicked on the disc.

These people around seemed to have woken up from a dream. He started saying the incantation again, "Babble, hey...... Arabu Gadi ...... The "babbling and ......" incantations grew louder and louder......

It's a language I don't know, I don't know what they say, but I don't seem to be that scared.

The man reached out and walked towards me, and I took his hand. His hands were warm, not at all as cold as I had imagined. The wind seems to have stopped at this moment. Only the mantras of these people were heard. I was stunned, and at that moment I forgot who I was, the camp behind me, and the distractions of the world.

In the midst of their high-pitched spells, I felt like I was possessed by something and had to follow him. I followed the man up to the disc. As soon as I stood up, the disc stopped, and I felt myself shake, and then I heard a very dull thud. The disc spun rapidly......

The man spread out his palms, glowing red, a sign of that flame!

The light was getting stronger and stronger, and my eyes were almost open. I closed my eyes and felt that everything around me was spinning, and it was just spinning and turning. The world has fallen silent.