Six hundred miles north from Xihai City, out of Qilian Mountain, across the Hexi Corridor, and continuing north from Zhangye, it is the most dangerous dead area in the Northern Regions.

It has a terrifying name: Black Gobi.

The Black Gobi encompasses many unknown regions that will be known far and wide in the future.

These include the Tengger Desert, the Ulan Buhe Desert, the Badain Jaran Desert, the Alxa Plateau, the Central Gobi, and the Gobi Altai, which is protected by the Central Turks.

People don't know how wide the Black Gobi is, but they only know that anyone who steps into it will either turn into a pile of dry bones or disappear without a trace.

During the ancient Han Dynasty, the flying general Li Guang once commanded troops here.

According to incomplete documents, the Black Gobi is bordered by the Yinshan steppe in the east and the North Tianshan Mountain in the west.

There is almost no grass here, and there is no life to speak of.

Even if you occasionally encounter some creatures in the Black Gobi, they are all extremely dangerous.

For example, sand scorpions, sand wolves, gerbils, lizards, poison chrysanthemums, and terrifying marching ants!

However, such a dangerous and desperate realm is not without hope of traversing.

After walking the wild cattle ditch, going north along the Heihe River, and out of the Zhangye range, you will encounter an underground river that stretches into the desert and is intermittent.

The name of this river is weak water, and it seems to belong to the same weak water as the lieutenant general of the Shanhai Jing, but it is not so evil.

The name of the weak water is because it is located in a desert, and the water is extremely shallow, so it cannot carry boats.

And because of the fine sand, a lot of quicksand is created, and those who don't know the truth go into the water, often ten out of ten will be drowned.

"Shu Yu Gong" cloud: "The black water west river is only Yongzhou, and the weak water is both west." Again: "The weak water is as far as Heli, and the remaining waves are in the quicksand." The upper source refers to the Shandan River in Gansu today, and the downstream is the Heihe River after the confluence of the Shandan River and the Ganzhou River, and after entering the territory of Inner Mongolia, it is called the Ejina River.

"The Great Wilderness of Mountains and Seas and the Western Classic": "There is an abyss of weak water under the Kunlun Hill. ”

"Hanshu Geographical Chronicles": "Jincheng County...... Linqiang.

Although the weak water is as discolored as the Black Gobi, it is the only way to cross the Black Gobi!

This evening.

As the sun sets, the red afterglow fills the golden earth, bringing a touch of color to the world.

Where the sunset joins the dunes, several knights ride their horses.

The leader, with white hair and white clothes, was the silver priest who fought with Yang Shuang.

Behind him, six knights drove several horses and dragged a wheelless open-top carriage at a gallop.

In the carriage, a bald man was sleeping soundly.

Not only was he wearing a thumb-thick chain, but his limbs were also fixed to the bottom of the carriage in a strange way, which was not only a strange posture, but also extremely uncomfortable to look at.

The procession traveled more than ten miles north along the weak water, before darkness fell, until the other two silver priests returned, and then stopped to rest.

"Bald boy, stop pretending!" One of the white-clad priests dismounted and put a water bladder to the bald man's mouth.

Yang Shuang opened his eyes slightly, pouted his chapped lips, and a piece of the skin of his mouth that was stuck together was immediately torn off, but the red flesh flowed out of the blood.

Thirsty!

Tired!

Hungry!

This is the tenth day since he was caught.

I don't know why the Silver Priest is so eager to return, after leaving Xihai City, he has been running north non-stop, as if someone is chasing after him.

But Yang Shuang knew that except for Lu Xiaobu and Sanwazi, no one on his side knew that he was captured alive, and it was even possible that they didn't know either.

What's more, even if Shi Da, Niu Er and others arrived, could they really beat them?

Definitely not!

His limbs were so strong that Yang Shuang couldn't even make small movements, and after ten days of torture and cranky thoughts from hunger and cold, he had now given up the idea of escaping on the road.

He knew that in the future, this area would still be deserted.

Now entering the depths of the Gobi, don't say that he has a way to escape, even if the silver priest lets him go, he won't be stupid and really go!

Without transportation, without baggage supplies, entering the Black Gobi is tantamount to suicide!

The water source in the weak water is not drinkable, not because of how mysterious it is, but because although there are not many creatures who drink the water of this river, they are all poisons!

To put it bluntly, who knows how many parasites there are in the underground river that is as static all year round?

Ancient people really didn't understand what parasites were, but they knew about "witches"!

Therefore, what Yang Shuang wants to do most now is not to escape, but to have a good meal and a good meal.

On that day, the skill consumed a lot of physical strength, and it has not been replenished yet.

In the past ten days, there is only a small piece of corn cake every day, not to mention making up for the consumption of the soul, even if your stomach can't fill it.

After taking two sips of water, Yang Shuang licked his peeling lips, and just wanted to speak, but found that the silver priest used the key to open the mechanism at the bottom of the carriage.

Then the chains loosened, and the arms and ankles that were tightly pinched under the car were suddenly unrestrained.

After not landing on the ground for ten days, Yang Shuang's feet were a little weak, not only because he was hungry, but also because his limbs were blocked by blood and blood, and his muscles were suspended from numbness to the extreme.

"Keep going tonight!" The silver priest waited for a long time, seeing that Yang Shuang was already able to stand up slowly, arranged two fast horses for him, but took back the water bladder and food on it.

Yang Shuang rolled his eyes and didn't speak, but quickly took out three corn cakes and devoured them.

After resting for an hour, the three silver priests guarded the outer rounds, while the knights sandwiched Yang Shuang in the middle and jogged north together.

As for the wheelless carriages, they have long been buried in the desert by the silver priests.

As a result, even though it is a jog, the speed has increased a lot.

Lying on the horse's back, Yang Shuang resisted the urge to bite the war horse to death, and thought carefully about how to act on the ground.

This time to the north, the weather is getting colder and colder, autumn is going to winter, and it has entered the middle of October.

If the silver priest's nest is really in the Samoyed tribe, it is estimated that the journey will take at least two months.

It was freezing and the northern region was covered with snow, so you probably didn't need to reach the Samoyed Department to escape!

Thinking of this, Yang Shuang perked up, and swallowed corn cakes even more energetically.

The team trotted north again for more than twenty miles along the weak water with the bright white moonlight, and the silver priest who led the way in front suddenly let out a low shout and stopped the people who were moving forward.

"Something is wrong!"

"What's wrong?" Another silver priest asked in a whisper.

"Listen, wolf howl!"

"Phew, a bunch of deaf people, what kind of wolf howl is this, it's obviously a human pretending!" Yang Shuang's ears moved, and he suddenly heard a faint sound from the northeast.

Unfortunately, the rolling sand dunes block the view and make it impossible to see what's going on.

The silver priest who led the team had already burrowed into the darkness, and it didn't take long to return quickly, his face couldn't be seen clearly in the darkness, but his tone was very serious, "There seems to be a civil strife in the Turks, there is a small tribe of three hundred people in the northeast, and there seems to be a conflict just now, and all three hundred people have been hacked to death, whether old or young!" ”

"Yo? So ruthless? However, the ambition of the Turkic wolf son, even their own relatives can be eaten, this does not seem to be nothing! Yang Shuang pursed his lips disdainfully.

Hearing this, the Silver Priest shook his head, "It's not like a clash of tribes, there should only be a dozen people who attack and kill this tribe, and each of them has extremely high skills, archery, horsemanship, hand-to-hand combat, and they are proficient in everything!" ”