The car continues westward, occasionally spotting signal towers in the dunes and black natives walking through the dunes along the way.

It wasn't long before a group of spectacular dark brown pyramids emerged on a stretch of yellow sand dunes, with their cone-shaped spires pointing straight into the blue sky.

The two cars were parked next to an unfinished modern building, which was said to be a hotel, but I don't know why it was abandoned before it was finished, and the wreckage of the old and new civilizations collided here after two thousand years, producing a strange desolation.

Everyone got out of the car, the afternoon sun was very lethal to the beauty, Koyanagi hurriedly covered herself tightly, maybe the Arab woman wrapped herself in a robe and only showed her eyes, not only because of the needs of faith, but also because of the environment.

Yang Ping carried a backpack with water, food and sugar, and everyone walked towards the pyramid one foot deep and one foot shallow.

Mo Wenshan built a pergola and looked at the pyramid temple in the distance: "Xiao Yang, if you hadn't brought it up, I would have been to Sudan so many times, and it would be really impossible for me to come here to see the pyramids." ”

Yang Ping tried the sand dunes under his feet, but he didn't expect that the hardness of the sand dunes with soft lines was not low, probably the result of weathering. He squinted and looked up at the scorching sun, and then at the pyramid in the distance: "Brother Mo, Wangshan is running a dead horse, we should drive the car in, you see there are all kinds of tire traces here, you should be able to drive in." ”

The wine glasses and tambourine didn't need any protective equipment, and they ran away giggling, no