The mass of green algae rushed out of the lake and landed on the shore of the lake with a bang, as if it weighed tens of millions of catties, and the ground around it really shook slightly. As the mass surfaced, the dense figure under Jing'er Lake floated out from the water layer by layer, as if following the mass of things.

I drenched and tumbled out of the water onto the shore, more than ten meters away from the mass of things, which must have been quite mysterious, but the strange thing was that looking at the green and still a corpse dead in the lake, I did not perceive any danger, but had an inexplicable urge in my heart. When the surging figure spread to the shore of the lake, the green thing suddenly shook slightly, and a strange sound faintly rippled out from among the green algae, and all the corpses stopped moving, like the tide of the ebb tide, quietly disappearing into the water.

In the area outside Jing'er Lake, the sand and dust are still raging, and the breeze blows across the lake, as if nothing has happened. At this moment, a large patch of green algae snapped and fell off, revealing what was encased in it. Although only a patch of green algae had fallen off, I was keenly aware that the contents of the green algae had revealed an ancient pattern that I was so familiar with.

Is it a stone coffin?

I was extremely shocked, and I had no idea that I would encounter a stone coffin in the upper reaches of the Yellow River, thousands of miles away from the riverbank. I've come across this stuff many times, and I can't be mistaken. Between my hesitation and surprise, the green algae on the outside of this stone coffin fell off more and more, and finally the coffin itself was completely revealed, which was no different from the coffins I had seen before.

Click

Something inside the coffin was stirring, making the lid of the coffin begin to tremble slightly, trying to open it. This scene was actually quite weird, and although there was no danger to it, I couldn't help but take a few steps back and look at it vigilantly. In a short time, the lid of the coffin clicked open, and a figure slowly sat up from the coffin. It was as if after a long slumber of thousands of years, it suddenly woke up.

I know the origin of the stone coffin, except for the sarcophagus that the red-eyed old corpse accidentally occupied in the past, all the other coffins were left by King Yu back then. For a moment before the lid of the coffin was opened, I was still guessing what would be inside the stone coffin, but as the figure in the coffin slowly got up, my brain suddenly seemed to stop turning, and I stopped thinking, completely shocked by the scene in front of me, unable to say a word.

Inside the coffin, sitting up was a tall, thin man, with a thick beard at the corners of his mouth and chin, he opened his eyes and looked at me, looking at each other, and I could clearly see that this man sitting up from the stone coffin, he looked very much like me. Beyond that thick beard, I couldn't see any difference.

The shock was only for a moment, and as my brain turned again, my heart was full of vigilance. Because I had seen the man who looked like me, and he had brought me tremendous threat and pressure, and when I saw this person in the stone coffin, I naturally felt as if I was carrying a heavy mountain on my back. Obviously, he was not the Holy Son of that holy realm, although there were almost no flaws in their appearances between each other, but his demeanor, his expression, and his eyes all carried a kind of sadness and amazement, as well as a faint confusion.

Who is he!? Far from the beach of the great river, there is such a stone coffin, and there is such a person. In my cognition, King Yu died ten times and lived ten lives, except for the last time he was buried in the eye of the river and left the stone coffin to the Qimen Zhenhe, and the other nine burials were all made with sarcophagus. Originally, I thought it was difficult to understand, but when I thought about it, there were still traces of the big river in this place, but it was just in the upper reaches of the big river.

My mind was full of doubts, and judging from the thick layer of green algae covering the outside of the stone coffin in front of me, it had been stagnant here in Jing'er Lake for many years.

"Who are you?" I paused for a long time, and finally couldn't help but speak, tentatively asking the other party, only by asking clearly, I could know why there was a stone coffin hidden in such a remote place.

The man's gaze became a little glazed, dumb and speechless, it seemed, he was not a person who was good at words and expression, he was very emotional, his fingers were trembling, listening to my words, there was a faint tear in his eyes. I just wanted to get things straight, but the look on his face overwhelmed me.

This person didn't seem to speak, just looked at me silently, tears rolling in his eyes. After stopping for a long time, he stood next to the stone coffin, raised his hand and waved, and in an instant, the wind around him seemed to be strong, blowing against the surface of the lake. A flowing stream of water condensed on the rippling surface of the lake, and the current continued and gradually spread to the entire Jing'er Lake.

The huge surface of the lake seemed to paint a flowing picture, and I looked at the flowing water, and my heart was shocked, the water twisted and twisted, like a large river that was many times miniaturized, nine twists and nine turns, starting from the northwest and ending in the east. The Yellow River has nine small whirlpools that rotate. Suddenly, it may be a little incomprehensible, but as soon as I pondered it, I found that it should be the distribution map of Jiuding in the big river.

The upper reaches of the great river, as well as the estuary of the lower reaches, each has a rotating whirlpool, which means that these two places are preserved with a tripod, and the stone coffin is born with the tripod, and where there is a tripod, there may be a stone coffin. The twisting and turning Yellow River is like a long dragon that winds and roars on the surface of the lake, and Jiuding suppresses the dragon's head and tail, firmly imprisoning it on the earth. At this time, I completely understood that the stone coffin of Jing'er Lake must also be one of the nine coffins left by King Yu, and under this lake that comes out of the upper tributaries of the big river, there may be a copper tripod, all of which can be understood, but what about the people in the coffin? He is very similar to me, but he looks more mature and vicissitudes, and he is the same person who I am twenty years later. Who will he be? Why did he burst into tears when he saw me?

I hoped that he would give me an answer, whether he wanted to speak or not, and after a pause, I continued to ask. The man's tears were flowing, and he could clearly hear my inquiry, but he hesitated to open his mouth. There was a look of anticipation on my face, and after a while, he opened his mouth slightly, and although the distance between the two sides was still far away, I seemed to be able to observe the difference. This man's tongue is gone, his mouth is empty, and the whole tongue seems to have been cut off, no wonder he can't express his emotions in words.

The strange and chilling scene of someone who resembles me having his tongue cut out is so strange that I wish he could tell me the truth in another way. The language was completely incommunicative, and I didn't know how to read, so I couldn't think of any feasible way for a while. He looked at me fixedly, shaking his head constantly, as if to signal me not to ask any further.

After staring at each other silently for a long time, the man turned and jumped into the stone coffin and pointed outside. I haven't been here for long, and the dust storm outside Jing'er Lake is still going on, and I understand what he means, as if he is going to take me out of here.

Without waiting for me to say more, the stone coffin rose from the ground, straight across Jing'er Lake, and swooped into the dust and sand from the middle of the surrounding gravel group. Where the stone coffin passed, the sand and wind seemed to be dodging, leaving a narrow but narrow path for people to run. The gap between this life path was very short, and I didn't have room to think about it, so I couldn't help but take steps and quickly followed.

As soon as I came out of Jing'er Lake and entered the dust storm, my vision was blurred again, and I could not see the shadow of the stone coffin, but only the dust and dust like a long dragon rolling up in the air, forcing the wind and sand back. I couldn't make out the direction, just rushed after the stone coffin, I don't know how long it took, the ancient sand castle that Lao Zang said appeared in front of me, I jumped in through the huge window, hid in the sand castle, the wind was blocked by the solid and indestructible building, and people could barely stay safe in it. The wind and sand kept blowing through the window, and a thick patch of sand accumulated on the ground. I didn't care about anything else, and turned my head to look outside.

In the strong wind, the shadow of the stone coffin stayed not far from the sand castle, and the person in the coffin seemed to have a special awe for me, he refused to get too close, and stood outside in the wind and sand. The man in the wind could not stand still, but his figure was as calm as a mountain, not moving at all, and it was so far away that I could not see his expression clearly. But as my eyes flickered, I saw him slowly fall to his knees and kowtow.

Immediately after, he suddenly got up and stepped into the coffin, the stone coffin was covered with wind and dust, slowly leaving the ground, and I knew that in a moment's effort, it would disappear into the dust and sand of the sky.

"Wait! You wait! "I didn't dare to rush out of here, standing in the sandcastle and yelling at the stone coffin. I don't know if he can hear me crying, but as the stone coffin was about to leave, I felt as if a truth was getting farther and farther away from me.

Sou

The stone coffin did not stop, but at the same time that the coffin disappeared from view, a piece of something broke through the air, passed through the layers of wind and sand, and fell on the sand beneath his feet. I was afraid that it would be buried by the wind and sand, so I bent down and picked it up.

It was a very ordinary stone tablet on the Gobi, but there were a few bright red characters written on the stone tablet, and the font was strong, as if it was dipped in blood and written on it. I knew that this must be something left by the people inside the stone coffin, but I couldn't read, and I was numb when I looked at it.