Just a month after the villagers thought they had died in the Sea of Death, one day, a villager was drying his clothes when he suddenly saw a wisp of green smoke rising from the desert.

They live next to the desert all year round, so they know what kind of smoke it is, and if you guess correctly, it should be the smoke from the cooking pot for cooking.

Could it be that those people are not dead?

No one had entered the desert for thirty days, and the man was in a state of panic, and the news spread quickly, and the people were talking about it, thinking that they were about to come out.

But as time passed, one day, two days, and three days kept flowing, but the group of people just didn't come out, and then everyone gradually forgot about it.

I was going to thank them for "driving away" the "ghost coffin" with an ominous foreshadowing.

But for some reason, the residents of this neighborhood have a thought in their hearts, that is, that group of people did not die.

But since they are not dead, why don't they come out and stay in that sea of death?

However, there are still good people who speculate that maybe they will not be able to get out of the aftermath of death.

Thirty years have passed in the blink of an eye, but thirty years later, some of the nearby villagers still see cooking smoke rising from the desert.

But it's only once in a few years.

Long Xu didn't say anything more when she said this, everyone thought she was going to take a breath.

"What are you looking at me for? That's all I know. Long Xu replied.

Everyone was a little unsatisfied, but she had finished speaking, and everyone was right.

Lin Fatzi suddenly speculated and said, "Do you think that group of people will be controlled by that 'ghost coffin' and become 'coffin slaves'?"

When Fat Lin said this, he put away his past impropriety and said with a serious face.

"I think you've read too many monster novels! Long Xu made sarcastic remarks about Lin Fatzi.

Suddenly, Lin Fatzi was like a deflated ball, unable to speak, and the original interest had become lacking at the moment.

Zhang Baiguan recalled in his mind, living the information in Long Xu's speech, just as Zhang Baiguan was thinking, suddenly, his left eyelid jumped, he looked forward, and found that the door of the inner room moved.

"Huh?" Zhang Baiguan was a little curious, but he didn't think too much about it.

It's just that the legend about the "ghost coffin" that Long Xu just talked about is really a bit evil, and this may only be able to ask the villagers living nearby.

And what shocking secrets are hidden in this sea of death?

Zhang Baiguan couldn't help but sigh when he thought about it.

The sandstorm outside was blowing uncontrollably, and the sound was a little harsh. Now the only thing they can do is wait, and waiting is a long thing and a great test of patience.

Time flowed like a trickle, quietly passing between the fingers and between the breaths, and I don't know how long it was, the night fell again, bringing darkness to this world.

And the person who brought Zhang Baiguan and them to take refuge has not come out since he entered the inner room.

Zhang Baiguan didn't care about it, as if they had entered the house by themselves, and that person's sense of existence was too weak, so weak that everyone couldn't feel his existence.

However, Zhang Baiguan was still looking at that door intentionally or unintentionally at the moment, and seemed to have re-sensed the existence of that person.

Maybe

"Official, the sandstorm outside has weakened!" Lin Fat shouted.

Zhang Baiguan's attention was quickly distracted by Lin Fatzi.

Walking to the window and looking outside, the wind has weakened, it seems that tomorrow this sandstorm should be completely stopped, if nothing else, tomorrow during the day, you should be able to go to the neighborhood to find someone to enter this sea of death.

Thinking of this, Zhang Baiguan couldn't help but feel some worries.

After all, the reappearance of the "ghost coffin" will still bring panic and fear to everyone to a certain extent, and I don't know if I can find the guide successfully this time.

After a night's rest in this humble house sheltered from the wind and sand, a warm ray of sunlight poured down from the sky the next morning.

And the sandstorm had long since disappeared without a trace, as if it had never happened.

The weather was clear, cloudless, and a sign of great goodness.

After going out, I saw that there was more than this house, there were several houses one after another, and everyone came out of the house at this time, and it was a waste if you didn't go out in such good weather.

When those people wearing traditional Xinjiang clothes and hats saw Zhang Baiguan and his group, they had strange expressions on their faces, what was the matter? This was the common doubt in their hearts.

After the legendary "ghost coffin" appeared thirty years ago, a group of strange people appeared, and then the group disappeared, and the "ghost coffin" disappeared with it.

Now that the "ghost coffin" has reappeared, and there is a group of outsiders, what does it mean? Could it be that my great Muhammad is blessing them?

Bless them, so whenever that "ghost coffin" appears, a group of people will be sent to drive the coffin away.

Zhang Baiguan: They soon felt the strange gaze. I looked at them, but met their warm eyes.

Lin Fatzi felt an unprecedented "warmth", and was about to rush forward to call his fellow countryman, and was about to take action, but when he saw the appearance of those people, Lin Fatzi muttered, but his mind turned, didn't the song sing that fifty-six nationalities are one family?

Lin Fatzi rushed forward familiarly.

Just as he was about to speak, those locals began to speak to Lin Fatzi.

Lin Fat looked at each other, although he saw those people with smiles on their faces, but he just couldn't understand what they said, there was no way, Lin Fat had to laugh along.

And he gave the men cigarettes familiarly.

"Fat man, what are you talking to them? You can speak Uyghur!"

Lin Fatzi darkened his face and said, "White dog, I said you! Don't do serious things, ask some questions all day long, I'm very worried about your future!"

Zhou Baigou was stunned, stupid!

Lin Fatzi left Zhou Baigou and walked towards Zhang Baiguan.

At this time, the man who had stayed in the back room also came out of the house.

He walked over and talked to the local villagers, Zhang Baiguan looked at the man's back, and his face showed some suspicion, because he seemed to feel that the local residents respected the white robes very much.

The man rarely spoke, only nodding his head slightly from time to time.

Because no one in Zhang Baiguan can understand Xinjiang dialect, he can only be a fool.

After watching them talk, the man in the white robe suddenly walked towards Zhang Baiguan and them. and said something that stunned Zhang Baiguan and them.

In fact, there is nothing special about this sentence, but it just shocked Zhang Baiguan. Because he speaks Mandarin.

He said, "Hello, my name is Aisha!"

Hearing this, the most shocked was Lin Fatzi, when Lin Fatzi communicated with him, this kid was in a fog when Lin Fatzi said Uygur words.

But what I never expected was that this kid could actually speak Mandarin!

"Grandma's" Lin Fat scolded in a low voice, and then asked Aisha, "What did you say?"

Aisha said with a calm smile: "My name is Aisha, which means the wealth of Allah. ”

"Since you kid can speak Mandarin, why didn't you talk to you yesterday when I talked to you!"

"I think you're mistaken! I talked to you yesterday, you talked, and I kept answering you, but I didn't use Mandarin!"

After hearing this, Lin Fatzi was a little short of breath and was about to scold, but after looking at the current situation, the enemy was outnumbered, so he kept silent.

Zhang Baiguan looked at the person named Aisha in front of him, and also felt a little strange.

His long beard almost covered his face, making it a little difficult to see his appearance.

Li Jiancheng also looked at Aisha in front of him, but he didn't speak.

Zhang Baiguan didn't speak, and Long Xu didn't look at this beard at all.

But Aisha took the initiative to speak at this time: "I heard last night that you were going to enter the sea of death belonging to Allah, right?"

"What if it's so? What's not it?" replied as if the fat man had eaten gunpowder.

Aisha's tone was still calm, and he said to the fat man: "If yes, I advise you not to go, but recently the 'murderous coffin' has reappeared." ”

"What can you do if we want to go?" Lin Fatzi pointed at Mai Mang, and his anger had made him forget his previous analysis of the situation.

Aisha smiled and said, "If you have to go, I don't mind being your guide!"

This time, it was Lin Fatzi's turn to be stunned, and he thought he had heard it wrong, so he asked, "What do you say, say it again." ”

Not only did Lin Fatzi think he had heard it wrong, but even Zhang Baiguan Long Xu and Xiangzi Li Jiancheng and Zhou Baigou all felt this way.

"I said I could be your guide, and it was free. Aisha spat out word by word.

"It can't be pie in the sky!" said Lin Fatzi.

Aisha smiled: "In the presence of Allah, we never lie to deceive guests who come from afar. ”

"Are you really willing to be our guide?" asked Zhang Baiguan suddenly.

Aisha slowly looked at Zhang Baiguan, but inadvertently, his gaze seemed to dodge.