The "tick-tock" sound is very loud like the sound of a clock, but this is a desert road! How can there be the sound of a clock. The wind and sand outside the window didn't know when it stopped, and the surrounding silence was like two worlds before.

"What's the sound?" The fat man woke up with a muttering rub of his eyes.

"I don't know." I propped myself up in my chair and tried to stand up and listen carefully, but the voice disappeared inexplicably.

"Something isn't right here." The fat man said again: "The wind and sand will never disappear so silently. ”

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Half past two." Alexander said.

"It's not early." I said that I wanted to open the car door to see the situation outside, but at this time, "tick tock", there was another sound, it felt like it was closer, I listened to the sound and suddenly a spirit, the hand holding the car door stiffened, and then I was much more awake, and it felt like a sound from the side of the road.

"Hear me?" Alexander said.

"Yes, there's a voice, and it's not far outside." The fat man gritted his teeth: "Could it be that Pangu's people did it in advance?" Damn, that's not right! What about guns? Which of you brought a gun? ”

"You have a saber and a baseball bat under the passenger seat, which are used for self-defense, as for guns or something, how dare you bring them with you now." Alexander, a gringo, is at ease.

"Forget it." The fat man opened the window as he spoke, and it was pitch black except for the lonely light cast by the headlights of his own car, and at the same time it was surprisingly quiet, and there was no sound of the wind at all.

"Something is wrong here!" I immediately rolled up the window as I said, "It can't be that there is no movement at all, and it's so dark outside, it's like sesame paste." ”

"it, Lao Tzu is gone." After casually scolding, the fat man asked Alexander to turn the key. Start the car. But something strange happened, the car couldn't start!

At this time, the people in the car are nervous, how is it possible, the day is good, and the oil is enough?! I started it several times in a row, but the car just didn't stop. The ticking outside was getting louder and louder, and it felt as if something was approaching.

"Move! Move! Damn it. Alexander banged frantically on the steering wheel and even began to curse in Chinese, but the car was still indifferent, I heard the sound of his hand shaking restlessly at this time, trembling too much, we were more and more frightened, it couldn't be some beast, right? At this moment, a dark shadow appeared in front of the headlights. It seems to come from the side of the road, and the ticking sound is what it makes. Gradually, the thing became clearer and clearer, and we all saw the black shadow, a donkey, a donkey. The ticking sound is made by the hooves of a donkey walking. And on the donkey, there is a man riding. This person is hunched back, wearing a black robe and a fur hat on his head, looking at the attire, like a common Uyghur old man riding a donkey in Xinjiang. The old man rode slowly from the right side of the cart on a donkey. Looking at the direction, it seems to cross this road.

"Fatty! Who would be in this desolate place in the middle of the night, how could there be anyone? "I tugged at the fat man's clothes and told him not to act rashly. If you don't have anything to say, then it's okay to say! But there are people and it's so dark, can he see it? How does he walk?

As I spoke, I saw the old Uyghur riding on a donkey, walking slowly, tick-tock, in the middle of the night on the silent wilderness. Only the footsteps of the donkey echoed, indescribably strange. The old man rode the donkey closer and closer to the car, and the old man's face was still buried deep in the night. "Horn, horn" Alexander honked twice.

"Don't act rashly." I whispered to him in the car.

But the old man seemed to be deaf to him, and still rode slowly. "Is he deaf?" The fat man muttered, and then said to Alexander, "Lights." Then I saw Alexander flash the headlights to get the attention of the old man, who was still riding his donkey as if nothing had happened. At this moment, the headlights, which were originally very bright, suddenly went out. The darkness of the night engulfed the tiny truck in an instant.

Quiet, dead quiet. There was only darkness in front of him, and even the moon lost its color. "Something's wrong." The fat man whispered. The accident he is referring to here is not something man-made or natural, but something that cannot be explained.

Alexander suddenly turned on the light of the mobile phone at this time, and the car window was pale with a snap, but what he saw was the old man's face, which was still dark and blurry under the faint light of the mobile phone, but his eyes, we could see very clearly, no, strictly speaking, it was not a pair of eyes, but two bright, red dots. But fortunately, the old man did not pay much attention to our two red dots swept on the side of the car, and slowly turned around, and then the donkey seemed to have a command, and continued to walk forward, desolate and quiet in the Gobi Desert, the ticking sound remembered again, and gradually disappeared into the endless night.

Sitting in the cab, there was an indescribable fear in my heart. Who is he? What the hell are you going to do? It can't be a car bandit, right? It's not like that. The silhouettes of the old man and the donkey floated in front of the cart, the old man's head was still sideways, and his face and expression could not be seen, and even if we had just taken a picture, all we could see was the eyes, and the face seemed to have completely disappeared.

At this time, a song suddenly sounded, and we heard an old and strange voice trembling and spreading under this dead night sky: "Those who are far away will not return, and the souls of the dead will not return, just like the water of the Tarim River sweeping away history and dust." Finally the white clouds in the sky accompanied Allah. ”

"What's that?" I asked, a little puzzled.

"It's a requiem, it's a requiem for the Rob people! The Lobu people believed that the Tarim River was the desert, and that the soul was the only way to heaven, and that their dead would throw their clothes into the Tarim River when they were buried in order to ascend to heaven! And you have not heard him say that Allah is the only true God of Islam, and as for the faith, legend has it that six sages of Islam came to Lop Nur from Hotan with a dog. ”

"I don't believe in those things." Alexander tapped on the steering wheel: "Boss, the car can be moved, let's go?" ”

"Let's go! Turn around and drive, there is no need to stay longer if you are unfamiliar with the place here. "Although the wind was gradually blowing outside, but the wind was not too strong today, but for some reason there was a lot of dust, and the yellow mist was full of sand, so we drove for some distance in such weather, and faintly saw the shadows of a few houses on the vast deserted beach on the left side of the road. There is also a narrow sidewalk that leads there from the road.

"Boss, the wind and sand are too big, let's go in and avoid it!"

"I still like this weather more than before." I pouted.

So, we got off the highway and drove in from the sidewalk. After a while, before we reached the next few rooms, we wondered why we hadn't arrived yet. But it looks pretty close. But now that you're driving in, let's keep walking. Finally, we drove the car to our destination.

After parking the car, we listened to the sadistic sound of the wind and sand, we wrapped up our clothes and reluctantly opened the car door, but at the moment of opening the door, I actually found that the outside was still the same as before, and there was no trace of wind and sand. And there are not just a few houses here, but dozens, which is clearly a village.

"Is there a village around here?" The fat man asked. "Take out your phone and take care of it."

I hurriedly took my phone out with a groan, but just as I took it out, I suddenly realized that the time on my phone was not quite right. I hurriedly called the fat man over, handed it over to him to see, the fat man's face changed, and he immediately took out his mobile phone, which was still not right. Then there was Alexander's phone. When the three phones were put together, we were sure that "the time stopped at half past two." ”

"Is it a magnetic field?"

"No, the magnetic field won't affect the phone! Even if this were the case, the time of the three mobile phones would not have stopped at one hour so coincidentally. "The only possibility is that something happens at half past two," I explained. ”

"Half past two?" Alexander thoughtfully, "That's not us being woken up by you, ah no!" It's the time when I was woken up by that donkey. ”

"Your uncle is a donkey." I scolded, but that's true! Half past two, donkey? It always feels like we're still in one place.

"Anyway, let's go into the house!" Every house in the village has its doors and windows closed. Xiao Li drove around, but no one saw it. The houses in the village look very dilapidated, not brick houses yet, but made of mud. It stands to reason that no one lives in this kind of house in the Korla area for a long time! This place is now a national garden city, and this kind of house was at least before the Cultural Revolution.

"Knock on the door." I said.

But knocked on the door for a long time. No one came out. The fat man said that the family was not there. So I changed another one, but no one answered after knocking for a long time. There was silence again, and in the darkness not far away we seemed to hear some sounds, but not the footsteps of donkeys, but the voices of people, and I clenched my fists, and felt a little hairy in my heart. What about people? What about the people here? Then I knocked on the doors of three or four more families, but there was no answer. Gradually, we all felt a chill in our hearts, strange. What about the people in this village? Not only was there no one, not even the dogs were seen, and there was no human voice echoing in the ears of a huge village. There was only the sound of the whirring wind that came slowly.

"What's the wind?" I asked.

"Don't forget it!" The fat man thought of a way that was not a solution, anyway, there is no need for so many of us here to be afraid of anything.

"Anyone?" I was the first to shout, and the sound lingered in the empty desert, and finally spread away, but the houses here still stood quietly in front of us.

"Let's go!" The fat man frowned, but at this moment I heard a sound coming from a house across from us, and I hurriedly held the fat man down. Then he pointed to the house.

"Who is it?" The voice sounded again, like an old man. I glanced at the fat man, and I walked over with a hard head. The stone houses here are all particularly dilapidated, the roofs are built with a little thatch and then pasted with cement, and the doors are even more shabby, and the thresholds below have been corroded.

"Take a look from below." I was about to step forward when suddenly the fat man came up and whispered in my ear.

I nodded, and suddenly understood the fat man's thoughts, because the light inside was not lit at all, and I was a little frightened and knelt on the ground and looked into the house, only to see that it was dark and I could not see anything. But at this time, the fat man also leaned down and handed me the flashlight of his mobile phone, and at this moment I saw through the threshold a pair of white bones of thighs.

I couldn't help it anymore, and I ran out of the place, this place is too weird, and there are not people living in it. We got back into the car, and I gasped, "There's a ghost in this place." ”

"What do you see?" The fat man asked in some surprise.

Then I told the fat man what I had seen. "Damn, we've got a ghost market." The fat man muttered: "I heard that the desert in the Korla area is said to be a village that was annihilated by war during the Republic of China, although this village has been wiped out in this area, it still often appears from time to time, a bit like a mirage, but it is as if it exists in real time!" Therefore, it is called a ghost village, and there is an old fairy living in this ghost village, and the people who go in can ask the heavens and ask about the opportunity. But if you want to enter, you need a key, which is not a fixed thing, it may be a big rock, it may be a grass. ”

"Put your uncle's bullshit." When I heard it, I couldn't help but scold: "This fucking is said to be a ghost village, what else do you say that there are old immortals living there, have you ever seen an old fairy with bare feet or only bones?" Drive, Alexander, you are a foreigner who does not know the horror of our domestic ghosts, what kind of sadako is compared to your country. ”

"Xiao Du, Sadako is Japanese!"

"It doesn't matter if it's Japanese or what! You can just fucking drive me. ”

"Japan is a country! I know, don't fool me, I've seen a little Japanese movie, the girl in it. ”

"Don't argue, you foreign hooligan, you are really a shame for your international friends."

"I didn't make a noise."

"You haven't quarreled yet, besides, I'll let the fat man explode your chrysanthemum."

"Let him come!"

There was a sudden chaos in the car, but at that moment I heard the footsteps of a donkey again, and I turned my face to see the old man slowly walking towards us in the dark, this time really towards us. (To be continued......)