Tianshan Yihuan

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Book Title: (Ping Xie) Tianshan Yitao

Author: Sheloy

Copywriting

Many years after my third uncle fell into the tomb robbery, and now I am hiding Haihua again, I suddenly feel that it has been seven years since I fell in love with "Tomb Raider"~

Then this story is about Wu Xie and Zhang Qiling's new journey in this world, the original style, try not to be OOC, well, that's all.

This article is first published in Tieba, so the update of Pingxie Bar will be faster than here, you can read it over there~

PS: Someone pointed out the error in the copywriting, and I am very sorry...Because it has been a long time since I read "Tomb Raiders Notes" for the first time this year-_-||I was in a hurry when writing the copywriting, so there was such a speechless mistake, I will try my best to avoid making mistakes in the future〒_〒

Content tags: The original work Xiangqiang has a special liking for the robber's tomb

Search keywords: Protagonist: Zhang Qiling, Wu Xie┃Supporting role: Xie Yuchen, black blind man, Wang Fatty, Wu Erbai┃Others: Pingxie Tomb Raider

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☆, wedge

In the noisy carriage, some people are chattering and discussing something, some people are immersed in playing with their smartphones, and some people are walking around in the aisle inexplicably like a lost soul.I was sitting on the seat by the window, and from time to time a cloud of white floated outside the window. If it was daytime, there would not be such a weird effect, but it is night now.Everything is unpredictable because of the thick night.

The seat I sat in was the two-seater one that could sit by the window that I had always wanted to choose.Before that, I took a few orders in Xinjiang with Wang Meng, and each time it was obviously many days in advance, but I couldn’t buy a hard seat. The consequence of sitting on a hard seat every time was that the old rheumatism on my spine became more and more serious. .

As my most trusted buddy, Wang Meng had to stay in Hangzhou this time because of the sudden increase in the customer base of Xiling Yinshe for unknown reasons.Of course, according to the laziness of that kid, he would definitely agree with it if he could not come out to eat and sleep in the open.But this time when we go out, I, the little boss, must lead the team.Because, the employer seems to have too much background, and has put a lot of pressure on Xiaohua and Huo Xiuxiu in Beijing.

As for why he came to me, an antique dealer with no influence at all, it was probably because of this aspect. A guy who has no resistance and knows most of the inside information is definitely easier to control than those who have their own minions.

"Can I sit here?" Someone stood in front of the empty seat diagonally opposite me and asked.This matter has nothing to do with me, but I am used to killing people, and after I accidentally looked up and saw him... I think it is very likely that I will not want to take the train again in the next year.From the looks of his clothes, this person should be the zongzi who was walking around just now. I always thought he was a normal zongzi, but who can tell me why there are people in this world who wear big red high-heeled shoes, wear stockings, and pink dresses with gold A man with big wavy curly hair and pig-blood lipstick, full of chest hair, muscular and bearded exists!

Next to me is a little girl who may have just graduated from high school. She has never seen this kind of battle before, her lips are trembling, this is the prelude to screaming.I quickly patted her on the shoulder, the less unnecessary troubles the better, especially for me, a leftover man in his early thirties.Fortunately, the little girl was very cooperative, and she pursed her lips tightly, but obviously she still had some scruples.

Sighing lightly, these years are really more and more open. If this were placed in my junior high school, I would really beat Grandpa Mao to death.

Forget it, my temper has changed a lot in recent years because my business has been on the right track. The stubbornness in the Wu family's bones has gradually evolved into a paranoia that can use any means to achieve the goal.Sadly, now I can't find a reason to be indomitable.

"Would you like a root?" A hand with strong knuckles handed over a snow lotus, "Don't frown all the time, uncle, or you will grow old very quickly~" I don't know how long I stared at that hand, In front of me is the scene of another person using his middle finger to pry open the floor tiles countless times. With a quick glance, time flies, and it has been the tenth year of this story.

"Okay." I took the cigarette, borrowed a fire, took a deep breath, and then exhaled.

ten years.Live the past ten years day by day.Ten years ago, I thought that I would look forward to the arrival of this day, standing at the foot of Changbai Mountain in full clothes, waiting for that person to walk on the snow with full expectation.However, three thousand and 650 days, let me recognize the reality, that person will no longer exist from now on.

And this is the final chapter of the story.

The author has something to say: Repeatedly, I was really hurt by jj~

☆, trapped in a puzzle again

Lost again

The train slowly approached the station, and the railway staff waiting by the platform began to get busy with small steps.I used to watch foreign blockbusters or classics, and always thought that the train station was a place full of literary and artistic atmosphere, but every time I got out of the train station, I was full of thoughts that I would never take the train again, never go out to suffer, and never go to this pond again Muddy waters.All the bright sorrows have been forgotten in the corner, where is the sorrow?It's an internal injury!

That gifted Zongzi brother got off the bus halfway. In fact, I have been thinking all the time, what kind of person can be remembered forever?If I were a psychologist like the three crazy comrades in the same dormitory at the university, I might say that Zongzi brother is more memorable than facial paralysis. One has a strong sense of existence like sunlight, and the other is a firefly in the dark.

It has been a long time since he has thought about life issues repeatedly like today. If Fatty knows this, he will surely laugh so hard that his face is wrinkled.Of course, this is just thinking about it. The last time Fatty and I met was three years ago, on the anniversary of Yuncai’s death. I took Wang Meng, Xiaohua, Xiuxiu and the others to Banai again.

After not seeing him for many years, the fat man's hair is already speckled, and the stubble is scattered, only his eyes still retain the brilliance of the past.Thanks to these untiring eyes, I can confirm that the fat man standing in front of me is still the bold and careful northern gold thief.But looking at Xiaohua and Xiuxiu, they didn't notice this, they just looked sad.When I cast my eyes on the fat man again, the light in those eyes never appeared again.

hurry.It is true that men start to go downhill after the age of 35.Probably during the years when I was in my 20s, I was tossing in the fight every day, thinking that I had come into contact with the undercurrents under the bright side of the world, and worked hard, but in the end I didn't catch anything.All that remains is a whole body of injuries, and every time it is windy and rainy, the bones start to tingle.Even so, I often think that it would be great if Poker Bottle could lead a normal life now.That old injury is worth it.

Walking down the high steps of Urumqi Railway Station, you can see all kinds of people crowded into caviar. "Ili, Yili, is this comrade going to Yili?" A man in a brown jacket covered in dust stretched out his hand and grabbed my arm. "I'm sorry, I won't go there." She frowned subconsciously, feeling something was wrong in her heart.Suddenly, someone grabbed the purse in his hand.

Before coming here, I heard from Wang Meng that thieves in Xinjiang are quite rampant and arrogant. He once went to a traditional Chinese medicine hospital on Tuanjie Road, but the mobile phone he was holding was snatched by an eight or nine-year-old child.I remember when he said that I laughed at him for not using it, but now this is retribution.

The other bag snatcher probably didn't expect me to be so vigilant. The leather satchel was originally a man's. The strap was wrapped around my wrist several times. It was not as easy to snatch as it seemed on the surface.Sure enough, it's because the face is not fierce enough. If the fat man or the oily bottle were here, the thief would not be so blind just because of the aura of not getting close to strangers that comes with him.

In the stalemate here, a thin figure suddenly appeared in the middle of the slowly gathering crowd of onlookers, in other words, in front of the three of us.It was too late to see what this person had done, and when I realized it, the two had already ran away screaming.The crowd dispersed, but the man was nowhere to be seen.I began to wonder if it was because I couldn't fall asleep on the train last night that I had such severe hallucinations this morning.

Shaking my drowsy head, I lifted my feet and continued to walk forward. Maybe it was because I babbled too much to the gods and Buddhas every year, which annoyed them, so I waved my hand so that they didn't understand A mortal wish fulfilled.Finally, when my vision was about to completely blur, someone asked, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Wu?"

That person looked quite young, but to put it bluntly, he was young.There was an unworldly innocence all over her body, and her youthful smile made me feel like a dream. "That's right, I'm Wu Xie. I've been waiting for a long time." I looked at his obviously evasive eyes and said, thinking to myself, how could such a young man become its messenger.Maybe the principle is still the same.This young man is the host who invited me to participate in the Jade Appreciation Expo in Xinjiang this time, and the hidden power division meeting, but judging by his appearance, he probably only knows about the event on the surface.At this time, the young man in a camel gray windbreaker turned his head and apologized: "Mr. Wu, I am very sorry that I couldn't arrange a flight for you this time. The higher ups have great trust in your ability." Okay, are you taking me to the hotel now?" "Yes, yes, in order to express our apology, all your expenses can be reimbursed this time."

Reimbursement? Surveillance in disguise?Maybe they are not as bad as I thought.

The author has something to say: post three chapters at once, and one chapter every day~

☆, accept delegation

accept delegation

Following this young man who called himself Xiao Li, he took a taxi to his temporary residence, the third floor of Huamao Building under the Wushi overpass, room number 370.I don't have much luggage with me, except for the leather bag that was almost snatched in the morning, it is a small hand luggage.Because I had roughly figured out the direction of work here before I came here, so in order to work smoothly, I had already discussed with the branch of the foreign-funded company that Jude Kao worked in China when I was in Hangzhou.

Xiao Li took the lead to open the door with the key card. I looked into the room from the door. Not to mention, his mother's is really exotic. Is this the corruption of Chiguoguo?From the arched porch ceiling, a crystal bead curtain hangs down.Under the feet is a handmade carpet of ethnic style, with dark red and dark green lines intertwined, and above the head is a large chandelier, equally brilliant and bright.The most interesting thing is probably the murals in this room, one after another, as if floating on the wall, the same few people, different expressions in different scenes.Typical narrative mural.

Seeing this, I had to start thinking about its real purpose for this shot.These murals have a strong Halal style, but those experiences ten years ago point to a person, who appears in almost all major political changes, and the protagonist in the story buried underground has had nightmares for generations.

The bead curtain was lifted to reveal the big bed in the inner room covered by several curtains, and all the lights in the entire room were lit up, resplendent with gold and emerald green.To the left of the bed is a floor-to-ceiling window that occupies more than a quarter of the entire wall.Thick silver curtains with tassels hung neatly on both sides of the door, and outside the window is the scenery of this provincial capital city in the fringe of China at dusk.

When I came here, I already felt the dryness of this place.The train passed through countless Gobi deserts, and the sky was full of yellow sand. The plants I occasionally saw were not the kind of emerald green that grew everywhere in Hangzhou. Everything here seemed to be earthy yellow.As for this city surrounded by gravel mountains, it is naturally such a desolate dim yellow.

Some sighed, living in such a luxurious room in such a harsh geographical environment, I somehow felt an inexplicable sense of guilt in my heart.Xiao Li has already gone back to report, and I am sitting alone on the closed balcony, looking at the scattered tall buildings in the distance.But at this moment the bell rang, "Hello." "Wu Xie, are you here?" Xiaohua's voice was a little low.

"Well, when will your people arrive?" I guessed that his son was too naughty recently, which made Xiaohua feel a little depressed now.

"Seven o'clock tomorrow morning, where you live..."

"That's right, it really isn't the master who plays cards according to common sense... the tallest building here, can you find it?"

"Okay. This is the last chance, let's do it." Before I could answer, Xiaohua had already hung up the phone.

When the busy tone was rippling, I looked at the dial on the floor lamp of a retro clock in the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows in a daze.

the last time.When I was a child, when I encountered a hurdle that I couldn't get past, my mother would always say in my ear: Let's give it a try, Xiaoxie.

Now, I will no longer hear such patient encouragement from my parents. They will stand not far behind me and look at the back of me walking in front. That kind of sight sometimes makes me feel The burden on our shoulders will be both heavy and light.No one cares what the result is anymore, they only see how you walked or fell.

I didn't sleep all night, but I was surprisingly in good spirits, which was completely different from the state where I often woke up in a dream in the past ten years.Maybe it's because of some kind of expectation surnamed Zhang grew from the bottom of my heart, it urges me to do something to change the predicament all the time, and today is the day to realize its long-standing goal.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the sky was still very bright, and the two-hour time difference reminded me once again that here is a completely different place from Hangzhou.When he came out of the room, he just took the small bag with him.Take the elevator down to the basement level, come to the underground parking lot, and walk towards the flashing yellow light on the roof.

With a dark face, he patted my grandfather's sore shoulder from the hard seat, "Master Hua'er explained, please take care of Master Wu Xiaofo." I carried the backpack with a medium size and heavy weight, and bit the back slot Ya put the backpack on his back, and squeezed out a sentence: "Brother, tell Xiaohua, the master will come back to attend the brat's tenth birthday banquet."

In fact, this time, there is really no turning back.Goodbye, my dear friends.

The author has something to say: the last bullet today~

☆、Desert Surprise

desert surprise

Leaving the underground parking lot, my plan this time started to get on the right track.Xiaohua...he is a very powerful person, especially now.I have met many people, few of whom survive today.The dead died in various ways, but the lingering were still lost in the same situation.It is difficult to judge whether it was the master behind the scenes who used the supernatural powers to set up such a deadlock, or those of us who were stubborn were first deceived by ourselves.

What is terrible is not the danger of the future, but its own ignorance.When I thought of this, I was sitting on the off-road vehicle going to Turpan. As for the jade appraisal job of the exposition that I was supposed to attend, everyone tacitly put it behind me.It's a pity that Comrade Xiao Li, who is not deeply involved in the world, came to see me off with a face of sincere regret after learning that I was temporarily assigned to other tasks. This made me feel that maybe in such a completely dark world There is hope.

Sitting in the back seat of the off-road vehicle, I stared at the navigation map on my mobile phone, and occasionally looked up to observe the scenery along the way.Next to me was a strange guy wrapped in a kaftan, even his head and face were covered with black gauze.Good guy, I'm still a foreign rice dumpling... The driver is very cheerful. He calls himself Maimaiti, probably a Uighur surname.It is September now, and according to the temperature difference between day and night in Xinjiang, the coldest night can be below zero, and the hottest daytime can be more than 20 degrees.The driver was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with vertical stripes. His skin was rough and dark, typical of locals.

"I said, comrade, are you going to Turpan for tourism?" The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and asked casually.I raised my head, tapped the screen, and replied, "Well, a relative grows grapes in Turpan. We're going to learn about planting experience this time." After finishing speaking, I took a hard look at the calm and dragging teammate next to me. "...I'm looking for a wife." After a while, the foreign rice dumpling said lightly.

There was a sound of "clicking" something cracked, I think my face must be as wonderful as if ink was splashed on it now.As an old man who should be calm, I have to admit that there are always some people who can refresh your lower limit of acceptance.The driver was stunned for a moment, and immediately laughed: "This brother is really funny. Although the girl from Turpan is beautiful, she is hot enough." Doubts about the skill of foreign rice dumplings filled with the dangerous atmosphere of the Middle East.The Zongzi brothers just looked up at the driver, then bowed their heads and stopped talking, continuing to maintain the comfortable sitting posture they had before.Of course, all this is my personal guess, because of that weird attire, I can't tell whether his eyes are open or closed at all.

It's just an abstract outline with blurred edges and corners. Recently, I have always wondered whether I have hallucinations. Just like at this moment, I began to wonder whether this person beside me really exists.But such a sentence allows me to confirm that I am living in reality. The person who has repeatedly resurrected in my memory will not say this meaningless sentence that he has never said before, nor will he relax like this Answer questions from strangers.

If I was the one who first came into contact with underground work, I might look at the person next to me who obviously has many stories with curiosity. In that case, I could write another eight novels plus several special chapters.However, now I am a loner with no success in my career and family business, and I can be regarded as a widow with nothing.Therefore, I no longer have the urge to understand people or things that do not belong to my own cognition.

Driving through the unchanging Gobi Desert, the most depressing thing is not the harsh environment, but the endless sleepiness caused by mental fatigue.I wondered if the friend next to me, Comrade Yang Zongzi, was very experienced in this situation, so he took the time to rest at the beginning.Without letting me think about it, there was a sudden sound of raindrops falling from behind, although the decibels were much higher.Hearing this voice, Maimaiti's face immediately became a little ugly. He stepped on the gas pedal and explained: "This is ghost chasing the wind, and the sand will be blown soon." I didn't know how to answer for a while, I heard him go on to say: "This kind of wind usually doesn't appear on this section of road. Today is really unlucky..." When he said this, I was instantly ashamed. Could it be that I was ridiculed by the fat man on the ground? Is the trouble-making physique also useful? .

"There is a temporary wind shelter 1000 meters ahead. This kind of wind often hangs here before. It hasn't blown in recent years. You will be surprised that it is normal." Brother Yang Zongzi finally said a word of comfort.He is not just looking for a wife.When the people above arranged for me to meet this temporary partner, it seemed that they didn't introduce who he was at all. Obviously, his appearance was also intended to make people not know his identity.

After hearing what he said, Maimaiti agreed to the proposal, shifted the gear to the highest, and accelerated towards the wind shelter less than a kilometer away.

It's just that today, it seems that the three of us are possessed by the gods. Before the car reaches the finish line, the monster wind rising from the ground has already wrapped the whole off-road vehicle.I looked out the window to the dim outside world.

Then, a skull slammed straight into the car window with my face pressed against it.

The author has something to say: I am tired and paralyzed today, and suddenly I feel that I have become more and more indifferent. It turns out that after the previous wish is fulfilled, I will not even have sad feelings.

☆, the story of gods and ghosts

The skull looked at me with strange deep eye holes, and I responded with a miserable smile, witnessing the process of it changing from an object to a substance.The age-old skull disintegrated into crystal-clear powder, and slanted against the car window, leaving several sharp claw marks.The atmosphere in the carriage became tense, no one was in the mood to speak, and everyone's attention was focused on the clutch under Maimaiti's feet.The sound from the outside world is getting louder and louder, very similar to the sound of heavy drums beating in ancient wars. It is densely noisy and disturbs people's mind.

I began to worry about whether this semi-old off-road vehicle could withstand such an impact. Suddenly, the engine made two "poofs", and it turned off as if by coincidence.It's hard to describe the feeling I'm feeling now, anyway, it's just like a disaster movie.The unlucky protagonist who is teased by the so-called fate is not the method of suppressing first and then exalting in the current comprehension novels, but Chaplin-style, completely fooled.

I am not the only one who is worrying and alarmist here. Anyone who knows a little about deserts knows that the cruelty of nature is sometimes beyond the imagination of us humans.Even if this place has been touched by modern civilization, that is only a very small part, and the majority that is not familiar to people may be gestating monstrous dangers every moment.

"Now we have two choices." I said, "One is to stay in this car, praying that it is stable enough to last until the evil wind subsides. The second is to leave immediately while the wind is not yet at its maximum. This car has arrived at the temporary shelter." Maimaiti showed hesitation, this is his own off-road vehicle, if it is swept into the quicksand by the wind, it will definitely hurt.Comrade Yang Zongzi was the calmest at this time, but he still shared his views, saying: "Allah has made a choice for us." As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of wind that was several times larger than before swept across the border. The yellow sand was rolled up, and it seemed to be condensed into a shape that looked like some kind of animal.

I looked at this foreign rice dumpling exuding all sorts of sinister auras all over my body that wouldn't catch my eyes, and I couldn't help but feel so crow-mouthed no matter what time it was.Maimaiti is an honest person, and their Muslims are loyal believers. At this time, instead of running away in a hurry, they folded their hands together and began to pray devoutly.What Crow's Mouth said really came true, and before I could stop such a tragedy, I fell out of the cracked car window during the forced extreme sports that turned the world upside down.

I had no time to care about the condition of the two of them, so I could only close my eyes tightly to prevent the sand from entering, and let nature take its course to minimize the damage to my body during the landing process.In a flurry of battles, I finally rolled to a solid body firmly attached to the ground and stopped.I don't know how long it took, but the wind stopped.

There is so much sand in the nostrils that it starts to fall off, the same goes for the ears, eyes, mouth...everywhere there are gaps!I put one hand on this solid body, and then realized that I seemed to be touching something incredible, a warm torso, is this a living thing?I probably used the fastest speed in my life to jump away and gave it a hard kick, so the fool would believe that this living thing is a good stubble.But the next thing made me extremely embarrassed. The living creature slowly got up from the ground, shook the sand on its body after standing firmly, probably, after shaking the sand, the straight gown it was wearing was exposed.

I waited embarrassingly for this person to get mad, but nothing happened after a long time. I looked up at Brother Zongzi's face, thinking that the obstructive turban was still wrapped around it.However, that face is in direct contact with the air, how should I describe it?Maybe one day, if a person is really tired of being too beautiful and attracting too many annoying things, so he can't think about it and goes directly to the middle school laboratory to steal some concentrated sulfuric acid, and then decisively pour it all on his face, and he can almost get foreign rice dumplings Brother, this face is now.

But he doesn't seem to care too much about this, if this care is in the aspect of showing value and dealing with people.He walked over regardless of previous suspicions, supported me, and walked towards the place where the overturned off-road vehicle was.He didn't ask me whether I hurt my foot or my hand, so I firmly grasped the upper arm that was hurt the most when I fell out.This person holds grudges and cannot be offended.

Maimaiti was still in the car, but fortunately there was only a little skin trauma. It seems that his Allah still has a little effect.However, after figuring out the fact that he was stuck in the seat, I think I still think too highly of this Allah.Together with Yang Zongzi, they started the big project of saving the driver.After some exhausting beating and beating, we will be able to pull out Maimaiti when we see it.

"One, two, three..." I gritted my teeth and shouted the slogan.But Maimaiti suddenly exclaimed: "Allah above, what is this?!" I turned my head and looked behind me, and suddenly a group of strange and unpredictable dark clouds gathered in the sky, but no matter how I looked at it, I felt that this The cloud was shaped too much like a tattoo I was familiar with.A string of crisp copper bells came from the depths of the desert, and the wind and sand rose again. I seemed to see a group of blurred figures appearing in the far distance.

The author has something to say: I came to the bird, it was really in the middle of the night again. .

☆、History shadows in dreams

history in dreams

The ringtones became clearer and clearer, and a series of ringtones of "Dingling, Dingling, Dingling" echoed in the dry air. I can only say that I seem to have traveled through the documentary of the Silk Road. Maybe the next moment will be a hunchback. The team walked towards us on the sands.However, this is just my imagination, there are no camels, no traveling merchants, only more overwhelming wild sand than before.If I were an aborigine who lived here for many years, I would know that the wind here comes from the strong convection of Tuyugou, and according to their traditional calendar, this natural phenomenon will appear here every year in September and October.

It's a pity that everything is too late, we have no way to know all the scientific explanations behind this, so relatively, we can only try our best to convince ourselves based on past experience.The dark clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower, so low that people can touch them, and the blackness is like a collapsed tent.Those curls of scale clouds were arranged in an inconceivably high order, and a surreal panic struck.I repeatedly hinted to myself that all this is just a normal natural phenomenon, it's just that I see more and more strangely.

The wind was getting stronger and stronger, and the whistling sound of flying sand and rocks was mixed with the intermittent sound of copper bells. I grabbed the collar of the jacket tightly. I had a hunch that this time it might not be as simple as a sprain and a fall.Chaoyang Zongzi made a gesture, and I let go of Maimat, and quickly ran to the trunk, and found my and his backpacks, as well as some just in case Weapons and heavy objects.When I finished all this and turned back to the front, I found that Brother Yang Zongzi had already laid deep piles around the off-road vehicle, and I gave him an appreciative look. Finally, this guy did not lose the chain at the critical moment.

He was untying the wire rope in his hands at an inhuman speed. He felt my sight, and he didn't know what was going on. He paused for a few seconds. Although it was not obvious, he was still caught by my sharp eyes.I don't have time to care about what he means. Now I am staring at Maimaiti stuck in the car with great hatred, feeling extremely depressed.This compatriot has no sense of self-help at all now, and still maintains a prayer posture. Sure enough, we unbelievers are the scourge for thousands of years.

The enhanced version of the super dust storm is brewing in the interior of Tuyugou, slowly accumulating strong wind pressure, and the whole process of its formation can even be seen with the naked eye. I call it the prelude to waiting for death. "After fixing the car, let's pull the safety rope buckle outside, and then we will resign ourselves to fate." I yelled at Yang Zongzi.Yang Zongzi nodded invisibly. Our mission to Turpan this time is still the most important. Since we can't go as planned now, the driver is also innocent, and we can only give him the chance to be rescued.

Of course, Comrade Maimaiti couldn't understand our intentions. He saw the two of us leave his sight after confirming the firmness of the car several times, and started to shout in panic.

Brother Yang Zongzi is so disfigured that no one can see his expression at all, so I think he is indifferent to Maimaiti's yelling.And Maimaiti probably also saw that this person had a heart of stone, and thought that he was bound to die, so he began to pray again in despair.

After we raced against time to fasten the safety rope, a violent sandstorm arrived as expected. For a while, I only felt that I was drawn into a dim world.Because I don't have faith, I can't find a god to entrust my confession of the past at such a critical moment of life and death.But when I started to look back on the decades I had gone through, all the pictures flew away, and in the end there was only a lonely back on the top of a towering mountain that was getting farther and farther away.

The scene seemed to be like an old film film, frame by frame backward, and the ever-changing pictures appeared in front of my eyes. The shock made me lose the ability to think for a while.It wasn't until someone surrounded me that I gradually regained consciousness. What's going on?

The reflection of the cold weapon passed my eyes, and above the vast expanse was a big fireball-like sun that was trying its best to shine and heat. Under the sun stood a stupid me, and surrounded me by an army with strange costumes .The snorting horse stopped in front of me, and I looked up at the man on the horse against the light.For a moment, completely unaware of what was wrong, the man raised his eyebrows slightly and looked at me with some doubts. He waved his hand and summoned a man who looked like an infantryman, and mumbled something.But that doesn't matter anymore. At this moment, I think I can accept it safely even if I know that I am in the underworld now.

Because, here is a stuffy oil bottle that I have been waiting for for ten years, and this is enough for me to face death without complaint.

The author has something to say: Let’s stop at the chapters where the content of the chapters is relatively thick today!

☆, I have never met

I have not encountered it before (Loopholes need to be resolved, one: King Lu Shang was awarded the title by the Duke of Lu, a big loophole! The title of the Duke is lower than that of the king, how can the title be awarded~)

"Wow~~~~" In the vast desert, the howls of wild beasts echoed among the undulating sand dunes. The temperature in the Turpan Basin at night is very low, and inexperienced donkeys are likely to die here because of carelessness. In addition to the deadly objective environment of low temperature, there are also some large carnivores infested here.No one knows how these animals managed to survive in such a barren environment, but one thing is for sure, they are true cold-blooded killers.

My hands were tied behind my back on a standing stone pillar, and I was half leaning on it, my legs were completely unable to straighten up now, so I had to separate my legs and slightly bend my knees to support the weight of my body.The ice-cold water poured down my head, and my spirit, which was still somewhat sleepy due to exhaustion, instantly woke up. I silently looked at the soldier in front of me who was repeating this movement mechanically.Until this moment, I still couldn’t accept the fact that I might be on the wrong set, because even if it’s still a desert, it’s impossible to make the foreign rice dumplings around me disappear in an instant, and it’s impossible to make such a car that can’t even be hit by a category ten hurricane. The lifted off-road vehicle disappeared without a trace.

I began to wonder whether everything in front of me had something to do with the hexagonal copper bell. Before this surprising change happened, I was sure that I heard the sound of the copper bell, but the scene was so confusing that I, who had already experienced the past, People who are very sensitive to the key props failed to react for a while.As for the present, it is not the time to be able to reason about the situation here and its connection.All I need to do now is get out of here.

50 meters away are two groups of people who are digging something. The leader of the soldiers who sat on the horse and looked down at me at the beginning is now missing, and it is still a bit similar.Before I came here, I thought I had finally found Zhang Qiling who had truly left this world, but I forgot what a vicious bastard the person who wrote this story was, he probably never considered my ability to bear it.At that time, the soldier leader looked over indifferently, and I was startled, afraid that he would ask who you are.Ridiculously, people