Two thousand years later, on the other side of the big screen, on the other side of Lop Nur Daze, in the emerald green reeds, Qin Beiyang was also watching intently.

The girl in the light and shadow is a little familiar, isn't it the girl who sang the ancient song of Loulan on Luo Bu Naoer's canoe?

He also recognized the Han Chinese man who rode away.

Qin Beiyang followed Ban Chao, from the streets of Loulan City, the palace of King Shanshan, and the depths of the smoke and dust of the Silk Road. He took the sweat and blood horse ghost, the small town tomb beast Nine Colors, and the white Russian beauty Katya, and ran wildly in the boundless tomb road until the water town Daze where the white crane soared.

With the bow and arrow on his back, Inga left, and the surface of the water began to slowly boil, and a huge shadow of something flickered underwater......

He crept closer, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion, and was about to touch the tips of his fingers to a pool of clear water, when the phantom vanished.

The curtain ends, the scene ends, and the lights are on.

On the opposite side of Qin Beiyang was Li Longsheng, who was close at hand, also in a half-squatting posture, stretching out his hand to the ground, almost touching his head.

Li Longsheng sat down on the ground, not understanding how he could see Qin Beiyang's face? Mostly hallucinations? And behind him are Katya, Nine Colors, and the Ghost.

"Beiyang."

Timur, the little king, exclaimed, passed through the non-existent barrier, and grabbed his hands.

Hot! Alive! Real people! Not a phantom.

After nearly two months of separation, as if they were separated by decades, they embraced each other and smelled each other's stinky sweat.

Professor Wang Jiawei also came up to hug him, to be honest, everyone didn't expect to see Qin Beiyang alive.

The little prince still greeted Katya, and the little widow of the White Russian had learned a few simple Chinese words: "I'm still alive!" ”

Only Sven Hedin frowned: "How did they get in?" ”

"Don't worry, Mr. Hedin, he's not here to sabotage the archaeological team, he's gone into the tomb to save his life."

Li Longsheng was still sitting on the ground, coldly observing Qin Beiyang and Katya, as well as the nine colors that had turned into a tomb beast in the young Qilin Town.

Someone exclaimed, "What's that?" ”

Everyone followed the sound, held torches, stepped over the camel and the human corpse, and could vaguely distinguish two huge tomb doors.

The door is carved with two statues of the Heavenly King wearing armor, holding a treasure stick in his right hand and a pagoda in his left hand.

"Isn't this the third prince of Nezha, his father, the Heavenly King of Tota?"

The king of the small county came out in response, and Professor Wang Jiawei knocked on his head, so that he didn't care that he was a prince and a member of parliament.

"You're still my student! Tota Heavenly King is the common name of the common people, and the tuba is the Heavenly King of Bishamen. ”

"The dragon of Echigo, Uesugi Kenshin, worships the king of Bishamon."

Qin Beiyang studied high school in Japan, and the "Bizi Banner" of the Battle of Kawanakajima came to his mind.

"The Heavenly King of Bishamen, also known as the Heavenly King of the Northern Duowen, is one of the four heavenly kings of Buddhism. King Bishamen is not only the protector of the Dharma, the god of knowledge, but also the god of wealth. "Professor Wang is a layman at Biyun Temple in Beijing, so he is naturally proficient in Buddhism," said many countries in the Western Regions that worship the King of Bishamen, such as the King of Khotan, who proclaimed himself King Bishamen. ”

"I think that the people of Loulan believe in the Heavenly King of Bishamen in order to suppress the divine dragon in Lop Nur Daze."

Li Longsheng added, remembering the legend that Yingka had told him.

"This is the ancient tomb of Loulan that I missed twenty years ago."

Sven Hedin staggered to the door of the tomb and boldly touched the stone knocker.

In 1900, the Swedish explorer discovered the ancient city of Loulan, but did not find the legendary ancient tomb of Loulan, which became the biggest regret in his life. Twenty years later, he set foot on the Silk Road again and returned to Lop Nur, aiming for this lost tomb.

Sven Hedin gave the order to do it.

Qin Beiyang wanted to stop it, but he was caught by the little county king: "Beiyang, we are not robbing tombs, but scientific archaeology." ”

Professor Wang expertly opened the top door stone and babbled to push open the door. The light of the fire flickered and flickered, illuminating a real tomb path.

Sven Heding, Wang Jiawei, Li Longsheng, Xiaojunwang, and Qin Beiyang broke into the tomb, and the rest of the people, including Khan Xuema and Katya, stayed outside and waited. Only the nine colors followed closely with the master, not leaving an inch, with snow-white antlers on their heads, spitting out glass fireballs for lighting.

The Swedish explorer was surprised by the small town tomb beast, Qin Beiyang was silent, and the little county king said ostentatiously in English: "This is the Chinese town tomb beast, ever-changing and powerful." ”

"Over the years, I have heard of the 'soul machine', and I have also heard that the French military has transformed the Chinese tomb beast, and even caused a catastrophe in the Palace of Versailles during the Paris Peace Conference." Sven Hedin half-crouched down to observe the nine-colored scale armor, "But I never thought of seeing a living grave beast with my own eyes!" ”

Entering a spacious burial chamber, the ceiling is lit up by a glass fireball that is covered in dark blue ripples of mineral paint. Everyone raised their necks, and saw aquatic plants, water birds, fish and shrimp depicted in the ripples......

"The vanishing Lop Nur Daze." Li Longsheng saw the clue, "Why do you want to paint it above the tomb? Because in ancient times, the bottom of the great lake was above our heads. ”

He spoke again in German, and Sven Hedin replied in German: "Yes, the surviving Lop Nur is just a small lake compared to the Lop Nur Daze of 2,000 years ago. ”

The burial chamber was filled with funerary goods. First of all, the silk satin, the archaeological team did not dare to use open flames, but used horse lanterns to illuminate, and identified the common textiles in the Han tombs, such as Changle Daming Guang Brocade, Longevity and Long Bao Sun Brocade, and Shi Wuji Brocade.

Two thousand years of time are frozen in the murals, including the desolate and tragic painting style of the Han portrait stone, the original style of the Western Regions, and the Hellenistic Gandhara art after Alexander the Great's Eastern Crusade.

Qin Beiyang found that the mural still has a plot, the beginning is a snake and a pheasant mating, contrary to the evil of nature, the specific scene is indescribable. There is heavy snow in the background, I'm afraid it's in the first month. In the second picture, I don't know if it was a snake or a pheasant, it laid a small egg, which caused a thunderstorm all over the sky. The egg did not break, but was buried in the yellow sand, and the sand became a coiled serpentine. In the third picture, the vicissitudes of the sea, the loess wrapped in the eggs turned into stones, soared towards the sky, and the eggshells shattered in the moonlight, turning into a dragon and falling into the vast lake in the desert......

"This is what Inga is talking about?"

Li Longsheng and Qin Beiyang stood side by side in front of the mural.

The dragon, since the Red Mountain Jade Dragon 5,000 years ago, is not only the totem of the Chinese Han people, but also the belief of many different ethnic groups.

The lights gradually illuminated the entire burial chamber, and the exclamation of the little county king was heard: "A ship! ”

Everyone gathered around, a few long wooden planks, the bow and stern of the boat were raised high, painted with colorful dragon patterns, wasn't it the canoe of the Loulan people?

"No, it's a wooden coffin carved into the shape of a boat."

Qin Beiyang remembered the Arctic adventure, the coffin transformed from a pirate ship on the crater of the Viking Mausoleum.

Sven Hedin was carrying an archaeological pickaxe and was about to open the coffin of the Loulan boat himself, but the soles of his feet tripped and fell into an embarrassing.

Li Longsheng hurriedly helped him up, but found that it was a large snake that had tripped the Swede.

No, thicker than a python, its bucket-like body, covered with black hard scale armor, coiled around the boat-shaped wooden coffin, like a spiral, and even made people dense in fear under the light of the fire.

Qin Beiyang leaned his head over and smelled a fishy smell. The scales moved slightly, like breathing skin, and everyone retreated.

It's a living thing.