The "primitives" remained silent, and when Doss arrived at the town three days ago, which could not be found on a 1:10,000 scale map, he said that he was going to the Canyon of the Dead, and the skinny owner of the town's inn had brought him such a "primitive" guide, who barely spoke along the way.

If it weren't for the tempting commission, Doss wouldn't have been here, and the horses on the narrow mountain roads could only be lined up in a column, and the mercenaries, who had always claimed to be hard-working, drowsy listening to the jingle bells on the back of their rocking horses.

"This damn horse is more workout than a Humvee!" Doss cursed, the mercenaries, who had long been accustomed to mechanization, had returned to the horseback era 1,000 years ago in the blink of an eye, and it was indeed a little difficult for them.

After GPS enters the mountains, there is no signal, and there are still places in the world without GPS signal, which makes Doss a little surprised, even in a wild place like Afghanistan, there is at least a signal for at least a few hours a day!

Christopher only told Doss to find Dick in the village outside the canyon of the dead, but he didn't want to reveal much about it, as if he was just trying to kill someone, and Doss pulled out a picture of Dick from the pocket of his tactical vest, with Dick's contact number scrawled under the photo.

"What is a handsome playboy doing here?" Doss muttered that the number had never been passed since Christopher gave it to him, and it seemed that he had to find a way to find it when he got there.

This mysterious mountainous area made Doss feel very uncomfortable, but for the sake of money, Doss comforted himself: "Isn't that what makes money in pain......

The guide at the front suddenly stopped, and Doss's mount also stopped, and Doss looked up to see a village looming in the canyon below......

……

Doss was tormented by the swaying horseback until midnight, and only then did he enter the village he had seen at noon, and when the long ruined wall appeared in front of him, he wondered if he had traveled back a thousand years, how could something that should have disappeared from history still exist in the world, the huge wooden gate creaked open, the guide waved at him, and Doss followed the guide slowly through the labyrinth of black buildings, feeling that time was about to freeze.

The torment finally ended in front of a large room where a warm fire had been lit in the fireplace, the tables were filled with tempting food, the mercenaries had tumbled off their horses, and the guide had only nodded slightly to indicate that you could stay here......

Everything here is so beautiful compared to the bumps on horseback, except that the sound of the wind blowing from the canyon outside the house makes it feel like you're standing at the gates of hell.

When General Gorg saw the High Priest again, he had a real sense that the High Priest was coming to the end of his life.

"High Priestess of Kelland, a group of people have arrived." General Gorg stood in front of the high priest's bed and whispered.

The high priest opened his cloudy eyes, sat up against the head of the bed with the help of his attendants, and held out his hand tremblingly, and the general Gorg handed him the scepter.

The high priest stroked the scepter with his hand, muttered a mantra in his mouth, and sighed for a long time.

"High Priest of Kellar?" General Gorg asked in a low voice.

"They didn't come for the scepter, they came to kill......," the high priest sighed, "General Gorg, don't let them meet......"

"They had guns ......," General Gorg said.

"It's all unreal...... The Spectre Scepter is only available to the chosen person...... He doesn't belong to anyone......"

"High Priest of Kellar, is it really pointless for us to guard it?" General Gorg hesitated for a moment, but spoke anyway.

"General, it's time to end, 1,000 years of protection, it's time to end......" The High Priest's voice was low, and his eyes were about to close.

"But what are we going to do? What about our juniors? General Gorg asked, "We have guarded the Black River for several lifetimes, but this is how it ended......

"General, our time has passed, life will always find a way out for itself, it will always find a way out......" The high priest seemed drowsy, and the hand holding the scepter was released, and the scepter was crooked by the side of the bed.

General Gorg bowed his body and asked the High Priest to rest, for in the last days of the High Priest's life, he could not give himself any more guidance.

The attendants lightly settled the high priest to his bed, and the general slowly withdrew from the high priest's bedchamber.

"General Gorg, after the bridge is repaired, let them on their way, and I will summon them again......" The high priest's voice came from behind him.

When Tchaikov stepped on the other side of the Black River, he felt that all the hard work of so many days had finally succeeded, and he looked at the deep canyon in front of him, and the snow-capped Peak of the Dead in the distance, and felt that the scepter was about to fly into his arms.

"Hey! Dick! Be happy, isn't that what you're here for? Tchaikov saw Dick slumped on the edge of the bridge and shouted at him.

Dick was so tired that he didn't even have the strength to open his mouth to curse, this bridge repair was indeed a hard work, Dick would rather climb in the mountains for a day than build the bridge for another hour!

Xia Ruobing also stepped on the newly repaired bridge over the Heihe River and stood on the black earth.

"Ruobing, are you tired?" Wang Xingguo followed and handed Xia Ruobing a pot of water.

On this silent construction site, Xia Ruobing feels something these days, a kind of inheritance power, a fear of the unknown, and the confusion about the future is dominating the people here, the power of inheritance for thousands of years makes them isolated from the world, and they dare not slack off in the face of the mysterious power of the East that once made the European land tremble, but they really don't understand that the world has entered the era of civilization, and the hell cavalry that once swept through Europe will no longer appear? Or maybe they understand, but the wheel of fate makes them unable to get rid of it, and they can only wait here in vain year after year, until someone gives them a spiritual comfort and completely releases their souls.

Xia Ruobing didn't answer Wang Xingguo's words, nor did he take Wang Xingguo's kettle, which made Wang Xingguo's hand stop in the air awkwardly, his communication with Xia Ruobing has been decreasing these days, and Xia Ruobing handed over the ring he gave her to the high priest, which has always made him feel like a fish in his throat.

"What awaits us ahead?" Xia Ruobing muttered to herself, looking at the Undead Peak in the distance, is the Ghost Scepter really there? After getting the scepter, will Loulan's secret, the answer that his parents have been searching for all their lives, be solved?

"Ruobing, why did you give the ring to the high priest?" Wang Xingguo finally spoke.

"Isn't that the most precious thing?" Xia Ruobing asked rhetorically, "We have to ferry our souls to cross the Black River......

"But ......" Wang Xingguo felt that he didn't know how to explain, he touched the ring that was worn on the red rope and hung around his neck, which was exchanged by Xia Ruobing when he was engaged, this ring represents Xia Ruobing's commitment to his life, he will always wear it on his body, even if he does heavy work, he will wear it and let it stick to his heart, shouldn't Xia Ruobing be like this?

"I'm an architect who has been delayed by his flying career!" Grandpa Pandey strode across the newly repaired wooden bridge, very satisfied with the wooden bridge he had helped build, "I can guarantee that it will withstand the bombardment of 1,000 pounds of bombs!" ”

"Pandey, your flying skills aren't very good either." Tchaikov joked.

"Hah!" Pandey was not angry, after all, it is also a skill to crash 10 times unscathed, he saw the tired and paralyzed Dick, and laughed presumptuously: "Dick boy, let's go back and enjoy it, at your funeral, Grandpa Pandey will give you a bouquet of flowers, well, maybe shed a few tears for you......"

"What's next?" Dick was no longer able to respond to Pandey's provocation, and asked Mr. Min on the side weakly.

"The High Priest will call us and give us guidance...... Mr. Min said.

"Do you have to be with them?" Dick gritted his teeth at the thought of this, these days he was fed up with the contempt of Pandey and Tchaikov.

"Dick, this is our fate......" Mr. Min laughed.

"Why haven't those damn mercenaries who collected money have arrived?" Dick didn't want to discuss with Mr. Min about the metaphysics of fate, according to his schedule, the mercenaries sent by Christopher should have arrived, the ghost scepter must also belong to him, and Dick will never allow it to fall into the hands of Tchaikov!