The underworld travels through the wind and snow, and the seventieth chapter of the sixth volume of the secret domain demon heart crosses

After consulting some information in Helin, I also asked the locals about the road situation, of course, I also asked some about Ulihan before, and I took the road south from the Ceke port to return to China and went straight to Jiuquan City, which was really like an arrow. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

A few days later, I went to Jiuquan for a night and returned to the human world, and there were many questions to consider, and there were many things to do, so first I called Professor Chen in Beijing.

"Hello Professor Chen, my name is Liu Bo, do you remember me?"

Professor Chen seemed to think for a moment: "Oh, it's you Liu Bo! I remember, where are you now?

"I'm okay, in Gansu, are you well?"

Chen: "I'm fine, thank you. ”

Me: "I have something I want you to help with!"

Chen: "Oh, I'll do my best if I can help." ”

Me: "Do you know more about Mongolian history and the Mongolian language, can you help me translate a document?"

Chen: "Mongolian history! Although I am not very good at it, I also involve some of it, and I can also ask my friends to help, what kind of information?"

Me: "I took a picture, your email address is given to me and I'll send it to you." ”

Chen: "Okay, let's wait until I see what I'm saying!"

After that, I waited until Professor Chen's phone called, "Liu Bo! The content of your information has not appeared in the history books, and I have never even heard of the wild history and the foreign history." However, the history of Mongolia is very rough and the relevant historical materials are scarce compared to other topics, so it is normal for some events to be unrecorded. The professor roughly explained the text from the picture book, which was roughly the same as what Arjuna said. He also said: "The so-called Badanzagran Desert is the current Badain Jaran Desert, and the Nine Turns to Tianjian has not appeared in any history books, so I don't know if it really exists." However, there are some legends, the so-called Great Xia Houyi Emperor is the legendary Houyi who shot the sun, and his original character is actually the sixth emperor of the Xia Dynasty, whose name is Yi. As for the legend of his shooting the sun, it is recorded in ancient books such as the "Classic of Mountains and Seas", but now some scholars believe that Hou Yi shot the sun in fact, fighting with flying saucers, or dating. If it is true, it is not surprising if there are really any technical exchanges and material exchanges. After the Shang Tang destroyed the Xia, historical records record that Xia Wei himself led a part of the people to the south to Bashu, and his son led the remnants to the north through Shanxi and other places and then crossed the Hetao area, and another group went east. The Western Xia Kingdom and the Eastern Xia Kingdom that appeared later claimed to be the descendants of Dayu. It is also known if they were carrying anything during the escape. If this thing really exists, it is enough to prove that the ancient Chinese have been in contact with aliens in the primitive period, but the silk book is also very vague, and it is not certain that it really exists, and even the healing effect is said to be potentially curable. I think you can try your best to find it, but don't get your hopes up too much, because the theory of at least an alien flying saucer has not yet been established. Do you have any plans?"

Me: "I don't have any plans, but if I have hope, I'll try." "In fact, I didn't get much information, one is that the Badanzaranger Desert is the Badain Jaran Desert, and the second is that I know a little bit of the foreign history of King Houyi, which is not very helpful. What else can I do? Do I need to call Brother Guangping? Forget it, it's just to go into the desert to find something, or do I go to the underworld on my own, and people can't help when they come, and I have to suffer from the wind and sand and take risks.

I'll do it myself!

Because of some mysterious people who may be in the way, I try to contact as little as anyone now, and I can't even tell my hometown, let alone Brother Cheng. But I suddenly remembered Vivi and wanted to get in touch with her. I hesitated and dialed Vivi's phone.

Me: "Hey, Vivi?"

Weiwei: "Hey, Da Bozi, where are you? I can't get through after many phone calls to you, what's the matter?"

Me: "Eh, don't you know my situation? It's a bit complicated, so let's not talk about it." Are you okay?"

Weiwei: "I'm fine, I just miss you." Why have you contacted me after all this time?"

Me: "I really want to call you often, I miss you too!"

Vivi: "Can't you tell me where you are?"

Me: "No, I want to go to the Badain Jaran Desert, or to find something, and play a treasure hunting game with God haha!"

Weiwei: "Then I'll go too, go find you!"

Me: "Don't, I'm not going to travel, I'm upset! I'll go to you when it's over, wait for me!"

Weiwei's voice choked: "I miss you! How long do you have to go?"

Me: "It should be soon, I don't dare to say." I miss you too, let's talk about it later!"

Well, I went into the desert by myself to explore the void, and I really said! But how can I find a specific direction in the Badain Jaran Desert, which is so big? Do I draw a grid like the Germans and go on a journey to find the underworld? I am afraid that I will die in the desert for the rest of my life.

A lot of the equipment in my car was bought before I went to Miaojiang in Hunan, which is not the right way to travel in the desert. I checked some desert travel information on the Internet, drove to Jinchang, bought some related equipment, and stored some useless things in the hotel, and the remaining space was basically filled with bottled water and gasoline. I'm not here for a tourist, and I don't know how long I'm going to stay, maybe for a lifetime, but I think I'm going to have to be ready to live here for a long time. was delayed in Jinchang for a week, and during this period, he tried his best to send 200,000 yuan to Wulihan. Heading north out of the city, I looked northwest from the Yanchi Lower Highway to the heart of the desert. Stumbling all the way, digging sand, padding, just looking at the odometer and direction, driving a full hundred kilometers in the desert, parking and camping.

When driving in the desert, you have to deflate your tires, and the sense of direction is completely disturbed by the sand dunes and the fang-and-clawed plants, but luckily there is a compass. Eventually, the sand stretched in all directions I could see, and I didn't know where I went, and there were no desert travelers at all, and I was the only one in the world, and all that was left in the world was the dunes, the buggy, and me. One reason for parking was to see a sea of people, the water was salty and not drinkable at all. There is also the tired of driving in the desert, I can't help but get tired, for a whole day, my eyes are full of yellow sand, everyone has to be sleepy, the most hateful thing I can't even sleep happily, only boredom, tired of everything in the world, I want to stay in one place and never move. I found an open place, just ten or twenty meters on the edge of Haizi, nailed the iron chisel to support the tent, this Haizi is two villages big, there are slight waves in the breeze, and behind me is a sand dune dozens of meters high, looking at the direction I should be in the north-northwest direction of Haizi. In the afternoon, the sun was still very big, and the waves on the sea were white and bright. I sat down in a daze with a large parasol and watched the scenery stupidly in the shadows under the umbrella for an afternoon.

It's April, it's not a good season to visit, it's a bit cold, and there may be storms. I've been looking at it for a long time, maybe the place I'm staying in is really not so beautiful, I really don't feel the so-called beauty of the desert, what 'lonely smoke, sunset' seems to be okay. Is it that I have no taste, I don't know how to be aesthetic, or my state of life is so paralyzed, all the feelings are like scratching the itch in my boots, and the whole world is like a big glass of lukewarm boiled water, I don't know when I will be able to drink it.

I sank into the ground, blankly searching for the so-called bubbles. There were many, but they were so far away that I almost ignored their existence, and I still wandered, wondering if there was any possibility of preserving that 'jian'. After a long time, until the white pulp gradually faded away from me, I knew it was dark, but I was still not sure of any clues. The only way to go back is to drive closer to some bubbles. When I got back to the buggy, I couldn't seem to determine the position of my body, but even the position of the buggy had changed. I struggled to get back to my body during the movement, but I found that I was already in the tumbling water, and I didn't know what had happened, could it be that the sea was rising? The water was tumbling violently like boiling, and I could only go with the flow, and I could not get out of the water to breathe. Because I couldn't breathe, I kept my body under control to prevent my lungs from choking, although it wasn't for a long time, but it was enough to cause suffocation and coma in ordinary people. Even if I was conscious, I couldn't make any judgment about the situation, because there was water all around, only water, flowing wildly, it seemed a little sticky, but sometimes there was a shadow floating with the current, and if I carefully discerned, it should be my buggy, rolling in the water like me, and suddenly I felt that the water level was falling, and the bottom of the water turned into jagged stones, and those strange sticky stones suddenly appeared under me, and as the water dispersed, I lay on it as if I had fallen to the ground, and the water in my chest and lungs spurted out of my mouth。

The water receded, and I was in a cave where I couldn't see my fingers, and my body was unconscious, but I was conscious and could save myself. I drained the water in my lungs, activated my breathing and heartbeat, and was able to stand up even if I died. But I didn't move, because a group of people came from above, each with a flashlight and a headlamp, and the pillar of time swayed and came around me. These men were well-trained and seemed to have anticipated that I would be here, and were not at all surprised, so quickly, skillfully, and step-by-step, and ran up the heights of my elephant cave with all their hands and feet, as if they had just saved so many people, and I was only one of them, and there was nothing strange about it. He ran for nearly half an hour carrying me left and right, and when he came to an open space, there were a few people waiting, and one of them spoke: "You idiots, do you think it's still unconscious? Even if he is unconscious, he can run faster than you, let him go by himself!"

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's what matters to you!"

"I—am I really that important to you? Then you should respect me a little more, right?"

"Of course, please!" the speaker turned and pointed with his hand, and there was an off-road vehicle in front of him. It's not mine, it's a real off-road vehicle with a large displacement, not like my Middle Eastern version of the Prado with a 2.7 displacement, and I drove it into the desert with a lot of effort, stumbling and stumbling, deflating and unloading, and digging up the sand several times. This guy is a 5.7 car, and it's a Japanese car, and I'm a popular version of this guy. I stepped forward and sat in the back seat, and the men got into the car, and one in front, and the two cars crowded with all the people and drove off. I really haven't done anything about driving an SUV in a cave, the road is obviously cleaned, and it's rough but not a challenge for the buggy. I turned left and right and bumped through for three or four kilometers, and the car in front of me suddenly stopped, and the car I was sitting in went around before stopping. It was weird to me, it was a place where I shouldn't have parked. In front is the end of the tunnel, less than a meter from the front of the car is the stone wall, and a few centimeters away from the stone wall is a steel welded structural frame, the left and right sides are also about the same. I was inexplicably observing, there was a noise behind the car, and it turned out that the iron fence door was closed, wasn't it a cage? I looked left and right at the five or six people in the car, "What the hell are you trying to do?" No one answered me. I suddenly had a sense of precaution, but only the scabbard of the meniscus knife was still hanging on my waist, I had been accustomed to sleeping with the knife, and then I was taken away by the corpse of the "sixth brother" in Outer Mongolia, and there was only this scabbard on my body, or I was used to carrying it, what can a scabbard do now?

I was thinking about it, suddenly felt a shock to the body, the stone walls on all sides were sliding downward, it turned out that this was an elevator, carrying this off-road vehicle upward, there was no stop in the middle, at the speed of the general elevator went up for a few minutes, how could there be a height of more than ten or twenty floors before slowing down and slowly stopping. The fence gate at the back opened with a clatter, and the buggy started, reversing backwards and entering an open space. After carefully discerning it, I suddenly remembered, this is the space I entered after being turned on the opposite side by the priest in Shenyang, and going out is the place where I was given a history lesson, and I can also reach the ghost trap in the five directions. And - I can't find a boundary in this space, and I go back to that place, and another anger hits me. This time, I really want to turn them upside down, but where the hell is this? A radius of 400 kilometers from Shenyang as the center, a few minutes from the Badain Jaran Desert waterway? Is this illogical? I can't even get out of the desert in a few minutes, how can I end up in such a big mountain? Am I really traversing? How can a wise and martial person like me believe such a nonsense ------ thing?