Until the twentieth century.

Fifteen or six hundred years have passed since the destruction of Loulan and the drying up of Lop Nur. In the mausoleum of Queen Loulan, Yingka, who was born in 1900, fearlessly stares at the little dragon he saved in his previous life, and now the tomb beast of Mirage Town.

The light and shadow between her and the mirage disappeared, just like the curtain call of a stage play, the curtain call of Loulan.

This world of black smoke is a sea of evil created by the human heart. After Lop Nur dried up, the tomb that was originally at the bottom of the lake became a land of illusions. Once a mortal falls into it, he will never be seen, or turn into white bones, or into light and shadow, or into the breath of a mirage.

Ancient city, streets, Han Dynasty, Banchao, Loulan Yingka...... None of them exist, just a projection of time in your heart.

It's time to tell Shenlong the truth.

Inka boldly touched the mirage's tentacles, and its foul-smelling lips.

She whispered in the ancient Loulan language, "Divine Dragon King, your master is already dead. And I'm just an illusion of Inka in the next life. But I beg you, spare everyone here......"

The mirage remembered two thousand years ago, Loulan Yingka's warning on Lop Nur Daze - don't hurt anyone.

It's like yesterday, vividly.

Inka poked out her hot lips and kissed the forehead of the Mirage Tomb Beast, like a young couple from a previous life.

This brave and fearless kiss made all the men behind her, including those she loved and gave her life, ashamed of themselves.

Two tears rolled down from the mirage's eyes, and it understood, there was no longer obsession, and there was no longer a sea of evil.

This dragon, dreaming that he turned into an egg again, was buried under the loess of the desert, and slept endlessly, never to wake up again.

Maybe it will be two thousand years later, when another little girl passes by, picks the egg out of the yellow sand, and takes it home to hatch the chicks...... Hatching chicks......

The Tomb Beast of Mirage Town, which had just started to kill, fell into a complete sleep because of a kiss from Inka.

Jiu Se withdrew the antlers, and Li Longsheng was the first to drill out, gently grabbing her shoulder, but Yingka broke free with force.

She stared at him coldly: "I want to meet me two thousand years ago." ”

Queen Loulan's order, how dare you disobey?

The survivors bypassed the tomb beasts and corpses of Mirage Town, and the nine colors walked in front of them, and the sweaty horses and ghosts all followed.

Returning to the underground palace, Yingka looked up at the boat-shaped wooden coffin, like her own canoe, which was the destination of the real Queen Loulan.

Open the coffin......

Sven Hedin and Li Longsheng moved together, carefully opening the sealed wood on the coffin.

Professor Wang Jiawei recorded with his camera that Yingka was standing nearby, only to see that the owner of the tomb was covered by a tapestry.

The brocade is embroidered with colorful patterns, and a man and a woman with Han appearances have flying sleeves, hugging each other's waists and looking at each other affectionately. Both of them are big snakes on their lower bodies, entangled and coiled, like glue.

"Fuxi Nuwa Tu." Professor Wang's vision is old, "The male is Fuxi, and the female is Nuwa." ”

Li Longsheng interjected: "The Fuxi clan is the ancestor of the Chinese nation, the head of the three emperors and five emperors, he combined with the Nuwa clan to reproduce human descendants, which is equivalent to Adam and Eve in the West......"

Xiaojunwang licked his lips: "Fuxi and Nuwa are doing ......"

"Yes, the serpentine intersection of the lower body is a matter of men and women, and it is also the way of gossip yin and yang." Wang Jiawei pointed to the bright brocade, "You see-Fuxi holds the rules, Nuwa holds the rules, representing the circle of heaven and earth." On both sides of Fuxi and Nuwa, the ink lines depict the sun, moon and stars, symbolizing the movement of celestial bodies. ”

"There are seventy-four stars on the tapestry." Qin Beiyang's eyes and arithmetic are strong, "I guess, the point in the middle is the sun, plus the eleven points around, which represents December." The lower middle point is the moon, plus the surrounding eleven points, representing the twelve stars. There are fifty stars left, forty-nine 'real stars', and one 'imaginary star', which is this wind and fire meteor. ”

Theoretical physicist Li Long was full of praise: "Fifty stars, forty-nine real and one imaginary, just as the "Yi Chuan" 'the number of the Great Yan is fifty, and its use is forty and nine', the number of stars in the Fuxi Nuwa map contains the secret of the number of the Great Yan. ”

Yingka couldn't understand what they were saying, and in her eyes, everything was simplified, and the Fuxi Nuwa picture brocade that covered the tomb owner boiled down to a simple truth: the most sacred thing between men and women.

The most important moment came, and Sven Hedin lifted the tapestry with his own hands-

Inka saw Inka.

Two thousand years ago, the daughter of the dragon, who was posthumously named the queen of Loulan, has become a mummy.

She was lying in a canoe coffin, with a rooster pillow behind her head, and a bronze mirror of "Junyi Senior Official" in her hand. There was no gold mask or golden cane, only a long faded dress, and the skin had been worn black by time, with parchment-like folds. The black hair is still there, and the golden hairpin is tied. The bridge of the nose is high, the eye sockets are deep, the lips are thin and long, and the mysterious smile of the nineteenth century ripples.

The early inhabitants of the eastern part of the Tarim Basin, as well as the Turpan Basin, were the Tocharians. Their ancestry and language all belong to the Indo-European language family, and European scholars believe that they are closer to the Celts of Europe than to the East Iranian ethnic groups of Central Asia.

She is of the Caucasian race, that is, the Aryans, of the Indo-European speaking family.

In the arms of the young Queen of Loulan, she held the dried corpse of a little boy.

Two thousand years later, Yingka looked at herself and her children two thousand years ago, and cried bitterly......

"She doesn't reveal to us the secrets of the past, the colorful life of her life preserved in the grave, the green of spring that sprouts on the lakeside, the memories of boats and canoes rippling in the river. She must have seen the Loulan guards who went out of the city to fight the Xiongnu, the chariots laden with archers and pikemen, the large caravans that passed through Loulan or stayed there, and the countless camels carrying the noble silk of the Central Plains along the 'Silk Road' to the West. She must have loved and been loved. Maybe her death was precisely because of a tragedy of love. However, none of this is known. The inside of the coffin is five feet seven inches long, and this unknown queen is a petite woman about five feet two inches tall. ”

The above is an excerpt from the memoirs of the great Swedish explorer Sven Heding, who was nominated for the Nobel Prize in Literature for two consecutive years. Many years later, as an academician of the Swedish Academy of Letters, he also recommended Hu Shi and Lin Yutang for Nobel Prize nominations.

In the depths of the ancient tomb of Loulan, Professor Wang Jiawei seized the opportunity to take photos, no one dared to tamper with the real body of Queen Yingka of Loulan, everyone re-covered her with brocade, closed the lid of the coffin, and did not dare to take away any items, so as not to wake up the sleeping Mirage Town Tomb Beast.

Everyone withdrew from the dungeon, and Yingka was a little reluctant, as if his soul had been left in the coffin.

Among the countless corpses, the mirage still slumbered, entrenched in the entire dark space.

Suddenly, Qin Beiyang saw a glimmer of light in the distance.

The town's tomb beast Nine Colors rushed over first, Katya led the sweaty horse ghost, and the rest of the people followed.

When I got closer, it turned out to be a bronze manhole cover, and a few starlights shone from the edge of the cover.

"Do you want to go any further?" Timur, the little king of the county, trembled, in a trembling voice, "Could it be hell?" ”

"It's not like I haven't been to hell."