But now, I have neither a camel nor a hard object to rely on.

I stood on top of the high sand dunes, facing the huge wind and sand, and felt like the whole world was in darkness.

The sky was dark, and the sun and moon were dark. Flying sand and rocks, birds and beasts are hidden.

My position was troublesome, both high and windy, and the wind almost rolled me down to the bottom of the dunes several times, so I had to huddle in a ball, put my hands on my knees, and bury my head in my legs, so as to reduce the area of force and avoid the wind and sand.

The wind is getting stronger, and the dunes are rapidly receding. The old sand dunes were blown apart layer by layer, and the new sand dunes were formed layer by layer, and I sat on the top of the highest hill, only to feel like taking a sightseeing elevator, and the sand and gravel on both sides of my side disappeared relatively quickly because it was not weighed.

It had only been a quarter of an hour before the position where I was sitting was noticeably taller.

I used to sit on the top of the mountain, but this time I felt like I was hanging on the top of the mall - all the sand around me was being blown away by the wind, and I was particularly good at being here......

The wind continued to blow, and I sat like an armadillo, curled up in a ball, not even daring to move, and from time to time I had to stick out my head to look left and right, so as to prevent the surrounding sand from being blown away, and I was isolated here, so that I could not sit still and then roll down.

But the wild sand covered the sky, the surrounding light was basically blocked, and the entire center of the sandstorm was like a night in the day, and it was impossible to open its eyes at all, and even if it could open its eyes, it was difficult to see anything.

Now, I can only resign myself to fate.

After half an hour of howling and sand whistled, the sand under my ass began to drain to the side. If this continues, it won't be long before my place is paralyzed.

I was a little panicked, but more often than not. In the fifties, the Chinese once again shouted the slogan "man conquers heaven", but in the face of nature, man's power is often so small.

Just when I was at a loss, I suddenly realized that there was a place about ten paces away from me, and there was a place where the wind was blowing, but it was still standing.

It occurred to me that if the wind and sand would not have landed, it must have been higher ground, or some hard rock buried under the sand.

If that were the case, I could have moved there to have a foothold and I could hide from the sandstorm when the rocks were blown out by the wind.

Thinking of this, I hurriedly crawled towards the "high ground", but people are not as good as the sky, I just moved a distance of about five meters, I felt that the wind suddenly increased, and the amount of sand also increased instantly. The whole dune was quickly blown up by the strong wind, like a hot-tempered Vajra Lux, and I was thrown off the dune.

I was like a drowning man in the waves, desperately struggling in the sand, trying to grab something and "float" on the surface. But it was all in vain, and the tyrannical waves of sand and earth came one after the other, and I couldn't stand up, breathe, or even think—

All I felt was a sudden sharp pain in the back of my head, and then my whole consciousness immediately became chaotic like a storm of sand.

"Hua Hue!" At the last moment, I unconsciously shouted.

An earth-shaking "wave" fell from the sky, and I was slapped heavily under thousands of catties of yellow sand.

I completely fainted.

……

When I woke up, I found that the storm had stopped. The sun was in the sky, and the dazzling sunlight poured generously from the blue sky.

I heard the chirping of birds out of nowhere, and the occasional breeze blowing across my face, so cool that it was like a dream.

I tried to sit up, but found that my lower body was completely buried in the sand. I had to use both my hands and feet, swaying and shaking, and it took a lot of effort to get out of the sand.

I touched my back, but luckily the backpack was still there. With difficulty, I reached into my backpack, pulled out my water bottle, and took a big sip of water with a mouth full of sand.

It's really God's favor that let me escape this wind and sand.

The back of my head hurt so badly that I remembered when I was blown away by the wind and rolled down the dunes. At that time, I seemed to hit some hard object, so I was stopped. If it hadn't been for it, I would have rolled straight down the "foot of the mountain" and been buried alive by the moving dunes.

My eyes were also full of sand, and when I opened them for a while, tears flowed and my eyes were red, so I didn't have time to see my surroundings clearly.

However, sharpening the knife did not mistake the woodcutter, I simply sat there with my eyes closed, dried my hands, patted them clean, and then carefully kneaded the sand out of my eyes little by little.

My eyes hurt from grinding, but I was able to stand up and look at my surroundings.

Sure enough, as soon as I turned around, I saw a stone pillar standing behind me - I must have crashed into it before, or maybe it stopped me, so this stone pillar is also my savior.

I nodded at the pillar.

"Thank you, brother."

The stone pillar was naturally silent. I looked around and saw that in addition to this stone pillar, there were several similar pillars of uneven height next to it.

I reached out and tried to touch the material of the pillar, but as soon as I touched the pillar, I felt that something was wrong.

The top of this stone pillar is somewhat curved, and where it is curved, there are three deep dents.

I touched the dents carefully and couldn't help but be stunned.

——The distance and length of these dents have a certain arrangement law, and they are by no means the magic work of nature, which is the work engraved by human beings with axes and chisels!

Could it be that these stone pillars are deer stones left by ancient people?

The so-called deer stone is the ancient nomadic stone carving site that exists in the Mongolian Plateau and Xinjiang region. Most of them are columnar, and they are generally depicted with patterns of deer or birds, and some of the upper ends are also carved into human face patterns, which are also called "steppe stone people".

As for the role of the deer stone, the academic community has been divided, some say that this is the totem pole of primitive people, representing the world mountain and the world tree.

It is also said that this is the place where primitive people sacrificed to heaven, and that deer and birds are the fastest animals in their hearts, and only through them can they perform their wishes to heaven.

Of course, there is also a theory that the so-called deer stone is the male root carved by primitive people, and it is nothing more than a fertility cult.

If you follow the last statement, it's a little embarrassing to think about it, I tossed for so long, and still didn't find the weird place that Hua Hu said, not only proved that I was embarrassed, but also was saved by a primitive man's male root in the end......

What the hell is going on!

I was looking at the pillars, feeling sorry for myself, but a question suddenly occurred to my mind.

The shape and distribution of these stone pillars are particularly strange - they are definitely not real deer stones!