Although it was in a dream, the two sets of numbers Zhang Momo said were as clear as if they were spoken in my ear.

I slept very deeply, but the moment I heard these two sets of numbers, the whole person suddenly woke up, the sleepiness disappeared, and I sat up.

After waking up, the first thing I saw was Grandma Wu sitting next to the fire. It is estimated that I moved too much when I woke up, and Grandma Wu looked at me and asked, "Baby, do you have a nightmare?" ”

"No, I just woke up suddenly."

Grandma Wu brought me some hot water again, and I drank the water, still recalling the numbers that Zhang Momo told me in my dream.

You don't have to think much to know that these two sets of numbers, which are also coordinates, mark a gate. It dawned on me that as long as there was a gate with such coordinates, it meant that it might have been explored before, so I left a specific location. It is impossible to know for sure what you will encounter after entering such a gate, but I believe that at least there will be no danger to your life.

It was a cue, a silent cue, and I looked again at the three people lying in the big bag. If time permits, there may be more clues when they can wake up.

I touched the inexplicable abscesses on my face, and I always felt that it was difficult for me to explore the unknown by myself. But after thinking about it, I feel that the current situation has been stereotyped, and various forces from major events are invisibly promoting, pushing me to the cusp. This is inevitable, no one can replace it, and the road behind must be taken by myself.

I rested for a while, brought my own things, said hello to Grandma Wu, turned around and walked towards the gate space. After a few steps, I felt that something was wrong again. I've been staying here, and I can't get in touch with Changshou and Mu Qiang, they should be very worried outside, so I have to say hello.

Thinking of this, I turned around and walked back. Grandma Wu didn't stop or ask. When I returned to the dilapidated wooden house, I could still see the oil lamps dotting with them.

I didn't see Old Man Shi, and when I was about to walk past the hut, I noticed Old Man Shi crouching next to a hut with a dry tobacco pouch in his mouth.

I didn't know whether to talk to him or not, I didn't make a sound, and Old Man Shi kept his head silent, until I walked in front of him, Old Man Shi slowly waved the dry tobacco pouch in his hand.

I returned to the original starting point, where Changshou and Mu Qiang were still waiting. I can see that Mu Qiang is in a hurry, after all, he is from the company, if something happens to me here, he can't explain when he goes back.

My face is rotten now, but fortunately, Changshou and Mu Qiang are both understanding people who can distinguish me.

"Is it done? If that's done, let's go first, this place is short of doctors. ”

"Not yet, I'm just coming back to say hello to you, and I guess I'll have to stay here for a while."

I talked to them here for a while, and I didn't say anything superfluous. Even though this is an exploration that no one can say for sure, I don't want to keep the two of them here in fear.

After about half an hour, I went back the way I came, and went straight back to the gate space. 179,46, these are the coordinates that I just got not long ago, and I have slowly found the coordinates among the countless gates according to my previous experience.

Sure enough, this gate, like the previous one, opened a gap about a meter wide. Inside the gate, there was a black rumbling, and I couldn't see anything clearly. I already had an experience, so I wasn't too flustered, and I tidied up my things outside and lit a cigarette.

After smoking a cigarette, I stepped on the cigarette butt and picked it up, which was what Xiao Mao and Mu Qiang told me at that time, try not to leave any traces in the place where I stayed, sometimes very small traces may cause trouble.

The moment I bent down to pick up the cigarette butt, I suddenly saw a flattened cigarette butt under my feet. I don't know how long this cigarette butt has been discarded here, but when I see it, I can guess that someone was here some time ago.

Perhaps, the man, like me, had gone through a tense battle of ideas in front of the gate, and he considered the time of a cigarette, and in the end, most likely, walked through the door.

Things have come to this point, and there is no room for hesitation and retreat. I calmed myself down, took a deep breath, and stepped into the slightly open door.

There was still no end to darkness behind the gate, and I only took two steps forward, and the feeling that everything was gone, even that I had disappeared, was instantly overwhelmed. I was completely unconscious, and even my subconscious mind was in a blur.

At this moment, I forgot who I was and where I was.

The loss of consciousness was estimated to have taken a long time, and by the time I slowly regained consciousness, I smelled a dry smell. The smell, familiar to me, was the smell of a desert surrounded by heat and dryness all year round.

I opened my eyes and saw a familiar scene at a glance. I could make out that if I took two more steps forward, I could walk through a gate.

Consciousness regained quickly, almost a minute, and my mind was completely normal. I got up from the ground and stepped forward, and after two steps, I was already out of the gate.

There are gates everywhere around, and everywhere the light goes, there are heavy doors, like mountains stretching into the distance in the dark. For a short time, I recognized this as the gate space underneath Taal Lake.

From the Danmeng Basin to Ta'er Lake, I don't find it strange anymore, what I need to figure out is what time it is and who I will meet during this time.

It was very quiet, and my hunch told me that there should be no one here. I have walked back and forth many times from the underground space to the outside, and I remember it vividly, and I followed this road all the way to the outside, and I saw that Ta'er Lake was now dry.

I have the impression that Lake Taal has always been inhospitable, and even when there is water, there is no vegetation around the lake. But at this moment, the dry Ta'er Lake has not completely cut off its vitality, about fifty or sixty meters away, a puddle of about ten meters is sparkling, and around the puddle, there are patches of grass that cannot be named.

There is apparently more than one such puddle, and it is these remnants of water that bring a touch of life to the dry lake.

As I looked up, I saw several camels near a small puddle about a hundred meters away. Camels were grazing, and there were a few people sitting close to the puddle.

There didn't seem anything unusual about these people, and in such a place, whether it was a caravan or a passerby, they would definitely rest when they encountered a water source.

I walked over to see who it was.

They weren't far apart, and when I saw each other, they saw me, and two people stood up and looked this way.

When I got closer, I was stunned. The few people next to the puddle could already see clearly, and I saw that they were dressed strangely.

I don't know exactly what era it is, but I only need to look at it to tell that it is at least hundreds of thousands of years away. For a person living in modern times, this kind of costume always has a feeling of singing on people's bodies, funny, and a little weird.

While I was looking at each other with this strange gaze, the other person was also looking at me with the same gaze. After staring at each other for a long time, a bearded man broke the embarrassing situation, he stood up and walked a few steps towards me, made a gesture, and asked in a relatively stiff Chinese: "You look like a native of Chang'an, from Chang'an?" ”

When I heard the bearded accent, I immediately remembered the accent of the strange man I met in the nameless ancient city at that time. Chinese is not their mother tongue, but they have been in the mainland for a long time and have learned Chinese.

I had a very strange feeling that although these people did not say anything superfluous, let alone their origins, I felt that they were Elephant Male people.

Through that slightly open door, in the place of Taal Lake, I met the people of that ethnic group who disappeared thousands of years ago, if these people are really Xiangxiong people, then this exploration is indeed a wonderful journey.

"It's from over there." I pointed in a southeastern direction, and then talked to the bearded man, "You are sheep doujin?" ”

In the Tang Dynasty, Zhangxiong was called Yangtong, and the title of Zhangxiong became popular after the Tang Dynasty.

As soon as I asked, the bearded man was pleased, and felt that I had a good eye. As we talked, I realized that they were supposed to be a small caravan.

The bearded man invited me to rest by the puddle, and the merchant walked in many places, and his mouth was particularly sharp, and although the bearded man did not speak Chinese fluently, he could understand it completely.

From the conversation, I learned that the bearded man and these men formed a small caravan and traveled back and forth between the plateau and the interior all year round, and sometimes to West or Central Asia. He has been to Chang'an many times, and has lived there for about five or six years.

The people of the plateau have an innate enthusiasm and ease, and although they are merchants, the bearded man is very kind, and he invited me to eat and introduced me to the people in his caravan.

"My name, in Tang dialect, is called Fu Bazun, what is your name?"

I didn't answer the bearded question right away, and I always felt that my name had become a taboo now.

"Why don't you answer me?" The bearded man looked at me stunned, smiled, and picked up a stone casually: "You won't be the same as this stone, you don't have a name, right?" ”

"How do you know that my name is stone?" I had an idea and followed the bearded man's words, "My name is Little Stone." ”

The beard was furled, but his reaction was very fast, and he laughed again: "Little stone, this name is good." ”

As he spoke, the bearded man turned back to his companions and said something in Zhangxiong, which I did not understand, but as the bearded man spoke, I suddenly heard a string of syllables that I was familiar with.

I couldn't be mistaken, the string of syllables was Kubrudenza.