Sun Yan was roasted by Jiao Yang on the top of his head, his face was sweating profusely, and his lips were chapped with several bloody wounds, he wiped his mouth with a wet towel, and carefully took a sip of water. Descend from the sand hill and turn around and walk into the valley.

On the way back, Sun Yan felt that the saline-alkali ground under his feet was a little wrong, and every time he stepped on it, he would make a gurgling sound, as if it was not as hard as when he came out.

Sun Yanxin said strangely, is it going to crack? He thought about it like this, and sure enough, when he stepped on the ground, there was a click, and he was stunned, and his legs suddenly sank into the saline ground. When I looked down, I saw that the saline shell under my feet was all shattered, and there was black silt inside!

Sun Yan was shocked, only to realize that this layer of saline-alkali land was not completely dry, only a few centimeters thick!

He hurriedly looked up and saw that there was no Suzuki car ahead, and sure enough, he had entered the wrong valley.

Secretly scolded, Sun Yan immediately turned around again, he stepped on the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow, every step was very difficult, the mud was very thick, and there were still fresh red reeds growing in it, large clusters and clusters, all lush. But fortunately there is grass, otherwise it would have fallen in.

Climbing out of the mud, Sun Yan began to walk back, walking a long way, but did not find Suzuki, but kept detouring between several valleys. He panicked a little and began to try to remember the road he had walked out of the valley before, but found that every road here was almost the same in every sand mountain, and there was no way to distinguish between them.

Sun Yan's head banged, he really responded to Xiao Wang's words, and he got lost so easily? Turning around, he returned to the valley he had just entered, and under his feet was the saline ground that had been crushed by him, and the red reeds and grass looked unusually glaring in the mud.

Sun Yan's face was as white as paper, and he sat down on the spot, trying to catch his breath. The clouds in the sky were wisps and wisps, and the sunlight was still so strong, but he couldn't feel the heat at all, and his body was a little chilly. He took the gun off his neck and put it at his feet. I took out a nectarine from my bag, which I had brought from Urumqi before, and I had never been willing to eat it, this thing was wrapped in a plastic bag and put in the bag, and there was a layer of sand on the surface. Sun Yan wiped it twice with his hand and gnawed it in a big gulp.

When I was eating, I noticed that there was a pinch of red in the sand at my feet, and I didn't care about it at first, but then I crushed it with my heel and found that it was quite hard, so I picked up the sand to the side, and saw that a round thing was exposed inside, and when I looked closely, it was a clay pot.

The pot is upside down in the earth, with a small square hole in the bottom of the jar that is plugged with a wooden stopper. There were some crooked carvings around the hole, and Sun Yan recognized it at a glance, this was Lu Wen!

Seeing these words again, Sun Yan was obviously a little excited, and he didn't expect that there would be buried cultural relics in such a place far away from the ruins.

He hurriedly took out a folding shovel from his bag, shoveled soil along the edge of the clay pot, and after a while, a red clay pot of about 40 centimeters was revealed from the sand, and the jar could not be taken out, because the body of the jar was tied with a very thick hemp rope, as if it was tied with other things in the sand. Sun Yan shoveled a few more times with a shovel, and found that there were four or five clay pots of the same size around the jar, and he pulled it out, but he couldn't pull it at all, so he could only barely twist the body of the jar. And the jar is very heavy, I don't know what is in it, the mouth of the jar is wrapped in a thick layer of oil-soaked rag, and there is a fishy smell when you get closer.

Sun Yan lay on the ground and took a look, and found that the jar was engraved with an exaggerated portrait, with a large head and a small body, and it was a woman, wearing strange ancient costumes, it didn't seem to be Asian from the perspective of facial features, with deep eyes and a high nose, curly hair on one end, and a face deliberately carved white, and the big eyes looked more like an Indo-European race.

Indo-Europeans? This is a word that Sun Yan suddenly came to mind, I remember peeking at Sun Qixiang's work copywriting before, an article is about the controversy of the Loulan people, it was mentioned that the Loulan people are "the ancient tribes of Indo-Europeans wandering in the East", they have lived in Loulan since ancient times, although this people have their own official script "Lu Wen", but the language they use is an Indo-European language, called 'Tocharian language' in the academic circles, which can also be called their dialect.

Sun Yan moved to the back of the jar and took a look, and found that the back was all Lu Wen, the size of an ant, and he couldn't read anything clearly, so he simply gave up.

Now there's the contents of the jar. So many jars are buried in this kind of ghost place where birds don't poop, and it shouldn't be pickled pickles inside. Sun Yan took out a knife and cut a small cut on the oil-soaked rag, and immediately rushed out of it with an unpleasant pungent smell, like something was broken, Sun Yan covered his nose and leaned back, and said in his heart: Isn't this the smell of formalin?!

Formalin is a dilution of formaldehyde, which is generally used to soak corpses and can play a role in embalming. But what Sun Yan didn't expect was that this kind of sealed small jar buried in the desert actually contained this solution, could it be that something was also preserved?

He looked through the small hole and found that the liquid contained in it had reached the mouth of the can, and there was indeed something soaked in the solution, but it was dark and could not be seen clearly.

I felt strange, so I took a knife and cut the oilcloth little by little, and when the mouth was big, all the smell inside ran out, and Sun Yan burst into tears.

At this time, it was as if I heard the sound of a camel bell suddenly in the distance, one time near, one time far away, vague and insubstantial.

Sun Yan was startled, and hurriedly stood up, as soon as he let go, the rope that bound the body of the can immediately twisted back, and as soon as the mouth of the jar was facing down, a bunch of things fell out of it with a "poof".

Sun Yan didn't care at all, glanced at it, and didn't see what it was. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the distant sound, and found that the sound came from the valley beside him, and the presence of a camel bell meant that someone was passing by. He immediately grabbed the gun and climbed directly to the sand mountain in front of him in one breath.

The sand mountain was fifteen meters high, and when I climbed to the bare summit and looked down, I saw that there were no camel riders passing by, but Suzuki lying quietly in the valley, looking lifeless in the scorching sun.

Sun Yan was overjoyed, he didn't expect that the valley that he hadn't found for a long time was next to it, he rolled down from the sand mountain excitedly, and got into the Suzuki all of a sudden, and the car was also a high temperature of more than 40 degrees, but it was better than the sun outside.

After getting into the car, Sun Yan found out that Xiao Wang was not there, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, saying that this kid went to find me?!

He immediately got out of the car, anxiously circled the car twice, and then shouted Xiao Wang's name. After a while, I saw Xiao Wang poking his head out from the sand mountain opposite and beckoning to Sun Yan.