From that moment on, the tragic death of his friend, the brutality of the mandrill, and his own cowardice in danger were forever imprinted in Fei Tang's mind.

They are a bunch of devils, they lurk underground, they live in the dark, they eat people's bones, they take pleasure in killing.

Fei Tang did not want to die in the deep well, he hid in the cave and looked for an exit, and in the middle of a starry night, he finally found a stone staircase that meandered up to the "sky".

He took advantage of the darkness of the night to climb the intermittent stone steps, either climbing or climbing, and finally climbed to the ground before dawn. He found that the ruins of the West Night outside had been buried by sand dunes again, and several small oases next to it had disappeared.

He looked at the sun, judged his bearings, and groped his way back to the camp, only to find that the camp was empty. All the people are gone, all the cultural relics have been removed, and the few tents that remain have collapsed and destroyed - what he didn't know was that the police had actually found this place at that time, and made a preliminary judgment that Wen Mushan and his wife had fled with their treasures.

Fei Tang rummaged through the gravel, and he found two pieces of jerky, a green kettle with half a saliva left, and a pile of scattered ancient books that had been blown off in the distance, as well as some notes from recent archaeology. As for the precious Bayeux book, he couldn't find it anymore - he only remembered part of it.

The sun was setting in the west, and he pulled a tent, made a simple baggage, and carried what he found on his back. He hurried west, for to get out of the desert was the closest place where he could find a human habitation.

He didn't have a compass and could only walk in one direction. He walked on for seven days and nights, amazed at his physical strength, and on the eighth day, when he was almost exhausted, he faintly saw a row of towering poplars. The leaves of the poplars have begun to turn yellow, and they hunt under the clear sky.

There was a small earthen house next to the poplar tree, and Fei Tang knocked on the door, but no one answered inside. He gently pushed the door open and entered, and found that it was only a makeshift resting place, the windows were covered with adobe, and the room was dark.

The people here probably went out, and Fei Tang found half a bucket of water in the house, and half a fragrant baked naan. He devoured it, but for some reason, the flour smell of the naan made him nauseous.

He rushed out of the house, and was vomiting when a boy of fifteen or sixteen years old with a dog drove three sheep past him.

Fei Tang looked up, but when the boy saw his face, he suddenly screamed and ran away. He rushed over to explain that he wanted to tell the child that he was not a robber, but just a down-and-out researcher of the archaeological team. But the boy ran so fast that in the blink of an eye he was gone in a cloud of dust.

Fei Tang shook his head helplessly, and at this moment, he suddenly noticed something strange.

The three sheep and one dog were staring at him, bleating and whining, but their legs were visibly trembling, and they did not dare to move.

I don't know why, a thirst for food suddenly sprouted from the bottom of his heart. Fei Tang strode over, and he held down an old sheep, and then broke its neck with a click.

As for what happened next, Fei Tang said that he couldn't even remember clearly. When he regained consciousness, he found himself sitting on the side of the road, holding a skinned sheep and munching on raw meat.

He panicked and threw the dead sheep away. His clothes were stained red with sheep's blood, and there was a smell of smug all over his body, and he crawled to his feet, trying to run into the house and find some water to wash up.

He took half a bucket of water out of the dark house, and at the moment when he looked down for water, he noticed that there was a "mandrill" in the water looking at him.

Fei Tang was so frightened that he hurriedly turned back, and he found that there was nothing behind him. At this moment, there was a commotion on the dirt road in the distance, and the shepherd child with a dozen men was rushing towards the place with sickles, forks, and shovels.

"It's the ghost! Monster! They did not dare to approach Fei Tang, and held farm tools from a distance, shouting at him.

Fei Tang walked to the bucket again, he looked into the bucket, and this time he realized that the face of the mandrill was his own face.

He only felt that the world was spinning for a while—how could he become a devil?! Could it be that the white light burned and disfigured itself? But why did you start drinking blood?!

More and more villagers came from afar, and they began to approach here step by step, and there was no time for Fei Tang to hesitate any longer. Looking at those frightened and angry faces, Fei Tang could only flee from this courtyard in a hurry like a lost dog.

With this face, he could no longer rush west, so he had to turn around and return to the vast desert, running towards the depths of the quicksand.

He has no way out, he can no longer return to the county, to return to Beijing, to return to human society.

In the following period, he tried to end his life several times, but failed. As he lay in the desert and looked up at the starry sky, he thought that he must find something to do, and to do something to endure.

……

The Visitor from Hell stopped at this point, his throat as if he had been choked.

"Later, the whole point of my life was to fight those demons to the end. I returned to the ruins of the West Night, and after I became ugly, I had more physical strength, stamina, and mental strength than ordinary people, and I found a small oasis nearby, settled there, and studied the materials while monitoring the mandrills of the West Night City.

"The history of the Western Night Kingdom in the early years of the Tang Dynasty gradually built up in my mind, and the Western Night Kingdom was prevalent in Zoroastrianism at that time, and there were many Buddhist temples. The Western Night Royals were once appointed as the governor of Zoroastrianism on the South Silk Road, also known as Sabao.

But at the end of Zhenguan, the West Night Kingdom abandoned the Buddha and converted to Moro, the old West Night King was deposed, and the princess married the national teacher, so the prince who was born became the leader of the witch government.

"When the West Night Kingdom was besieged, the national teacher led the princess to sneak underground, and then the wind and sand buried it, and the people of the country stopped going out, because of the magic of the red lotus, they have been breeding and dying underground from generation to generation, and they have survived until now."

I couldn't help but interrupt the Hell's visitor.

"No, if the people of the West Night Country have become mandrills and live underground, then how did the Kui family and the Wen family of Yuanyuan Mountain and Beiyuan Mountain in the Hexi Corridor come out? They were definitely not stationed there before the death of the country, because when the country was destroyed, the king and the witch had just intermarried, how could so many adult descendants of the king and witch be sent to lookout? ”

The visitor from Hell still said in a cold tone: "It's not that the people of the West Night Kingdom can't get out of the sand dunes, it's just that they don't want to go out. ”

"How is that possible? Who would like to live in a place where there is no light of day? ”