At this point, Zhu Beichen finally knew who this Russian was. According to the time estimation of the 'Daxizhou Ancient Bureau', the time when he came to Heishui River should be 1899. A year later he took part in that war for an octagonal artifact. After that, he left in a hurry before the war was over, and instead of returning to Russia, he came to Miaojiang again, taking the octagonal artifact with him.

He was trying to find a chance to live, and he did not hesitate to kill one of his fellow travelers. Unfortunately, the operation failed, and he did not escape the fate of death. A year later, he died on Russian soil. That's right, Morsey is just his pseudonym in Miaodi, and he is supposed to be the late Russian writer, Tolenetovkosky.

Yiyi once said that he was a legendary explorer and science fiction writer. But Zhu Beichen knew that what he wrote was not science fiction, but a historical classic. Torenezovkosky must have been in the midst of an expedition somewhere, and he came into contact with that unknown virus, and he was infected. Perhaps at the same time as he was infected, he also found clues belonging to the era of Daxizhou, or antiquities remained. In the last three years of his life, he found a direct descendant of the Jiuli tribe. Torenezovkosky must have discovered the existence of this mysterious race from a lost clue somewhere, found them with the last glimmer of hope, and even found the instrument used to exchange blood in just one year.

But, he died in 1901. Fate only gave him three years. Perhaps, there are only three years left for Zhu Beichen.

Outside the bamboo building, a new day has begun, and the morning light has once again descended on this remote Miao village.

The clouds in the hearts of the people in the room have not dissipated, and there are secrets hidden in everyone's hearts, but now they are only hidden deeper.

Zhu Beichen hid the story of the ancient situation of Daxizhou, and he is now experiencing the physical changes of Tolenetzhovkosky; Han Qingxin had already begun to be suspicious of Zhu Beichen, she suspected that the body in front of her had been replaced; The origin of the seven rooms is a mystery, he is like a character who suddenly fell from the sky, he has never mentioned his past, and there is only one name left for this person's cognition, or maybe even the name is fabricated, just a character referring to the character.

"I'll go out for a walk." The bamboo building was too stuffy, and the air almost suffocated Zhu Beichen.

Sanqian looked up at Zhu Beichen's back, his eyes were hollow, with a hint of fear.

Life on the banks of the Heishui River is very dull, and the first time the Miao people who get up in the morning is to go to the banks of the Heishui River and fill the wooden barrels with the water they need for a day's life.

This is the clearest time of the day in the Heishui River, and at night, the river is as dark and thick as ink, and the Miao people, who have lived for thousands of years, cannot explain this phenomenon.

There are only three or three people on the bluestone road, it seems to be very empty and silent, the ground seems to have been cleaned for a long time, pieces of yellow sand are scattered on the road, and the doors of the neighbors are closed, which is similar to the usual situation.

Zhu Beichen saw the guards patrolling around, all black special clothes, with a silver sign around his neck, and a special scimitar worn at his waist. Their appearance made the surrounding atmosphere fall into a solemn mood again. They were in a team of five people, walking on the bluestone road with neat steps from afar, crossing the bamboo building of Hongliang, and walking to the other corner.

Almost every ten minutes, a patrol of the Wu clan passed by, as if the Blackwater River had undergone some kind of change, and everything here had changed.

"During the time when you and Sanqian were missing, something happened to the Blackwater River." Han Qingxin's voice sounded behind Zhu Beichen.

The beautiful intermittent time is far away, a moment ago, Zhu Beichen was still feeling the warmth of the rising sun, he finally walked out of the dark underground stone room, and sighed that life is beautiful and the world is colorful.

"Say it." He seemed calm.

On the night after Zhu Beichen and Sanqian left, the Heishui River ushered in a sandstorm. Yes, it is indeed a sandstorm, in the remote environment of the beautiful mountains and rivers of southern Yunnan, the sandstorm unique to the desert environment of the north has been rolled up.

The trend change of land surface morphology directly determines the pattern of atmospheric circulation, and the arid environment and climate in the northwest region form a large area of desert and Gobi, which creates the birthplace of sand and dust. But this is the southwest, with thick vegetation, pristine forests, clear rivers, and no overwhelming sandstorms.

"How is it possible, this is southwest." Zhu Beichen's eyes widened, as if he had heard the coldest joke in the world.

"Do you see the sand on the ground, it's left after that day, and there's more to it than that." Han Qingxin has always been a straightforward person, and almost said, Actually, I also feel that you are also strange. She just relied on a woman's intuition, and she didn't say it after all.

The sandstorm that struck the Heishui River lasted for three days, and the abnormal weather changes brought a thick layer of yellow sand.

Like an invisible hand, it picked up a spoonful of sand and dust on the desert and Gobi surface in Northwest and Central Asia and threw it to the southwest, allowing the sand to pile up a thick layer of yellow sand on the land of southern Yunnan. And the wind is the hand of the Creator who throws sand.

Zhu Beichen knocked on the sand and dust on the ground before he reacted, it was not that no one had cleaned it, but that there were obvious traces of cleaning. The accumulated sand and dust are much thinner, so that the bluestone plates can be faintly exposed. The remnants of the sand pile face southwest, and the dust naturally comes from the northwest desert.

How far did this sandstorm cross before it crossed the mountains and reached the Heishui River in southern Yunnan, Zhu Beichen looked at Han Qingxin in disbelief.

For three days, the yellow sand was rolling, and the wind was roaring like a devil. The strong winds blocked the road, and the Miao people were forced to stay in the bamboo building until three days later, when the yellow sand in the sky stopped. It's like a dilapidated village. The Miao people who came out of the house were unkempt, and the fine sand curls were hidden in their hair, hiding under black clothing.

"Over the course of three days, about fifty people disappeared inexplicably in the Heishui River."

Yes, there are about fifty Miao people missing, no one knows where they went, maybe they were swept up into the sky by the powerful sand, and at the moment they are on a small island in the Pacific Ocean thousands of miles away, perhaps, the missing people are already dead.

After the dust passed, the clan witch sent a team to count the residents, confirm the number of casualties in the Heishui River, and organize a sand and dust cleanup. The weather change came suddenly, without warning, only to see the distant mountain top foggy, showing a large area of yellow dust. The Miao people all hid outside the bamboo building, and the building of Hei Miao is very distinctive, with deep wooden piles and low ground, and the house is strong and resistant to wind and dust. When the sandstorm arrived in the village, most of the people took refuge in their houses.

The strange thing is that most of the fifty missing people have already hidden in a safe area, and they actually disappeared directly in the bamboo building.

For example, if two people are under the same roof, the outside world is whistling through the dust, he is standing next to you, and in the blink of an eye, the relatives next to him will be swept away by the dust and disappear directly in the house.

That's how they disappear into the dust.