After running for a whole day, in the early morning, Hou Zhenming and the four of them came to the Zagrama Mountains.

A black mountain range, like a stationary black dragon in the yellow sand, cut off from the mountain range, and a mountain pass in the middle, are all consistent with those recorded in the notes of the British explorers.

The desert is like a silent sea, and in the midst of this sea of sand, the Zagrama Mountains are undulating and covered with black stones, which become more striking the closer you look.

It is more appropriate to say that it is a mountain, but two oversized black stones, both of which are about a few dozen kilometers in diameter, only a shallow back is exposed in the sea of sand, and the larger part is buried in the ground, perhaps below, the two boulders themselves are connected, and the mountain pass may be nothing more than a crack in the boulder.

This black stone contains magnets, and although the average content is not high, it is enough to affect the car, after all, the shell of the off-road is metalwork.

There was some distance away from Cishan, Hou Zhenming stopped the car, "Everyone, let's go!" ”

The four masters and apprentices, phew, and Hou Zhenming walked towards the valley.

There was a man sitting on the ground in the distance, and the four of them walked over to look at it, only to see that the man was wearing a white robe, with a sand turban on his head, and a backpack on his back, motionless, and it turned out to be a dead man.

It is not strange to encounter dead people or dried corpses in the desert, but this corpse is different, the deceased is a man, with a turban covering his mouth, only two eyes exposed, staring at the sky, not blinking, perhaps dying too quickly to close his eyes.

It wouldn't be long before he died, maybe within a few days, and his exposed skin was only slightly dry, and the most strange thing was that his flesh was blue, glowing blue under the light of the fireworks. Hou Zhenming understood at a glance that this was the masterpiece of the Black Snake.

At that moment, he took out three talismans from his arms and pasted them on the three of them, saying, "Whether you believe me or not, if you don't want to die, don't take off the talisman paper." ”

After speaking, he ignored the confused three people and continued to walk forward.

Sure enough, there were more than two corpses in front, and on the ground in front of them, there were four male corpses lying upside down.

These dead men were dressed in the same way, and they died in the same way, they all stared at each other in horror, and they died strangely. There were also several Soviet-style AK47s and some backpacks scattered on the ground.

Hou Zhenming walked over and picked up one of them to see that the bullet was loaded, and Hou Zhenming was still a little interested in the gun. Picked up a few handfuls and loaded them up. In the future, if there is a little minion, they will use a gun, and they don't have to use their hands.

Hu Bayi was checking with Shirley Yang, checking on several other dead people, Hu Bayi picked up the headscarf on the head of a dead corpse, and suddenly a strange snake burst out of the mouth of the dead corpse, the scales on the snake's body were shining, and there was a black flesh crown on the top of the head, about thirty centimeters long.

"Old Hu!" Shirley Yang exclaimed. The black snake was fast, like a black lightning, and it came to Hu Bayi in the blink of an eye, and Shirley Yang didn't have time to stop it.

"Boom." The amulet on Hu Bayi's body lit up, and when he brushed it, a pale golden shield appeared around Hu Bayi's body, just protecting Hu Bayi's body.

The black snake's bite happened to hit the shield, and the shield rippled, and then a trace of lightning appeared on the shield, and passed along the shield to the black snake, the black snake's body stiffened, fell to the ground, and the red light on its body also dimmed.

Hu Bayi was sweating profusely, his legs were weak, and the black snake that wanted to kill almost bit himself and almost died.

"Whew, whew, whew." Hu Bayi sat on the ground with his buttocks, gasping for breath. Life hangs by a thread!

"Old Hou, thanks to your talisman paper." Hu Bayi sincerely thanked Hou Zhenming.

"Oh? And one more! Hou Zhenming felt that there was something in the corpse in front of him.

With a flick of his fingers, a thunder talisman appeared in his hand and threw it towards the corpse, at this time, the black snake in the corpse happened to pounce on Hou Zhenming, the thunder talisman was impartial, and it happened to be attached to the black snake.

"It's over!" Hou Zhenming clapped his hands: "Here, there is no black snake, let's go!" ”

"Oh, oh." The three of them nodded again and again, and hurriedly followed.

Out of the valley, at this time, a dark red gap cracked in the distant sky, and the sun was finally coming out, and several people involuntarily looked to the east.

The light slowly turned rose, blood red, and finally turned into ten thousand golden rays, and the arc of the sun was revealed, and at this moment, the boundless sand walrus was turned into gold melted in the furnace of God.

In this golden molten desert, a huge city is displayed in front of everyone, countless broken walls, bricks, wood, earth and stone buildings, countless towers and enemy towers in the city, the most prominent is a black stone tower that has been tilted, quietly towering in the city.

Exactly like the scene in the black-and-white photo in Shirley Yang's hand, after 2,000 years, the ruins of the exquisite ancient city really still exist in the deepest part of the desert.

The scale of this exquisite city is enough to live 50,000 or 60,000 people, and famous cities such as Loulan in those days, in their heyday, were only 10,000 or 20,000 residents and more than 3,000 troops.

The city has largely been ruined, buried in the desert for more than a thousand years, some parts are difficult to distinguish between sand dunes and fortresses, and most of the towers have collapsed and weathered.

There is a huge magnetic field here, it is difficult for airplanes and other tools to fly in the sky, and it is located in the hinterland of the desert, it is estimated that few people can find here, I don't know how many explorers and lost people have come to this legendary ancient city before Hou Zhenming, the only thing that can be confirmed is that 99% of them will never return to their hometown.