The years when I made seven sand sculptures cry

Bai Yuzhou stopped in the sky above the desert, and what to do next needs to be discussed.

Zhou Yu naturally expressed that he wanted to find Huangquan, and then go in to save people.

Except for the big priest who didn't respond, all three priests exchanged glances, and the fourth priest stood up and said to Zhou Yu with a smile: "Young master, let's not talk about anything else, let's just say that the desert is so big, so it's not easy to find Ghost Domain? "

If you're unlucky, you can search here for ten days and a half months and you won't be able to meet the moving ghost domain. The corpses of the people trapped in the ghost domain are already cold, and it's useless to find them.

Zhou Yu didn't want to think about the scene she mentioned, and didn't want to think about the cold look of Chu Xiangwan's body.

He pursed his lips and said: "I know the danger of going here, but if I don't go to him, my heart will not be at ease in this life."

The fat cook scratched his face, thinking about the deep friendship between the young master and that boy.

If it were Jiang Han trapped in the ancient city of Loulan today, Zhou Yu would have to go to such lengths to save him, he would understand, but it is said that Chu Xiangwan had such a deep friendship because he had just met him for a few days. ?

The great priest opened his eyes: "According to young master, what should you do before you are willing to give up?"

"One hour." Zhou Yu said, an hourglass appeared in his hand.

The four of them watched as he put the hourglass by his hand, and the fine sand inside immediately began to fall due to gravity.

Zhou Yu took his hand away from the hourglass and said, "Use this as a record, if I haven't found Huangquan after all the sand has drained, I will give up."

Although his words were spoken softly, they were as heavy as black iron when they fell on the ears of several people.

Everyone knew that if it weren't for this situation, he probably wouldn't have given up on getting Chu Xiangwan back.

"Okay." The great priest nodded, "Just for one hour, the four of us will do our best to search for traces of Huangquan in the desert."

Now that the master has already spoken, it is difficult for the other three apprentices to say anything more.

It's only an hour or so, and if they can't find it, their young master will give up.

The boat was quiet, and the four of them closed their eyes, searching the deserted ancient city of Loulan with their spiritual sense.

Zhou Yu's eyes swept across their faces, and then fell back to the hourglass at hand.

At this moment, he only hoped that they could find Huangquan before all the sand fell, and he also hoped that Chu Xiangwan could hold on and wait until he came.

Loulan Digong.

The fireball rose into the air and moved leisurely in the dark tunnel. Wherever it moved, the murals there were illuminated.

In the light of the fire, the two teenagers raised their heads, looked at the mural extending all the way, and tried hard to identify what was painted inside.

The scene depicted on the screen begins with a round of red sun flying in the sky, to a nomadic people who come to the desert and build a city with one hand and one foot between the scorching sun and the yellow sand.

Then, the city continued to expand, and people of the same race and other races kept gathering.

The Loulan Department enshrined the sun totem. Chu Xiangwan saw this totem appear repeatedly in many scenes. Finally, a man in armor stood on the high platform of the ceremony. The same pattern was carved on the armor.

A priest-like figure walked up to him and presented him with a crown and scepter.

King Loulan reached out to take it, and Loulan established the country, opening a period of their existence that shone like meteors in history.

The Master of the Young Castle rubbed his eyes, and said to himself, "It turns out that this mural is about the history of Loulan..."

Two steps away from him, the little monk nodded and echoed, "I don't know if this mural will record why they died."

"Of course it's impossible." Chu Xiangwan put down his right hand, hugged Zhou Qilin and looked at him, "This mural was painted when the underground palace was built. How could the Loulan people know when they were going to perish? How to perish?"

This kind of predicting of history, only a sacred object like "Warning Book" can pass the warning from another world.

Guocheng didn't speak.

He had been walking beside the wall in front of him, but now he stopped suddenly. The Young Castle Lord continued to walk sideways as before, and bumped into him all at once.

Chu Xiangwan: "???"

In his arms, the little black unicorn also turned to look at Guocheng, and heard the person holding him ask, "Why don't you leave?"

Guocheng stretched out his right hand, pushed the wall next to him, and said, "There is no way."

It turned out that the passage was sealed one after another, and it did not connect the entire underground palace in a zigzag shape as imagined.

They looked at the murals along the way and came to the end without knowing it.

Chu Xiangwan walked over in disbelief, reached out and tapped on the wall that blocked their way.

A muffled sound came from behind the wall, apparently the wall was not a thin layer.

The Master of the Young Castle thought of the pile of bones that had covered most of the way before, and thought that some of them might have walked here before, touched this wall, knocked and tapped on this wall like himself, trying to escape in the dark. Find a way out, and finally give up.

He thought, looked around, then kicked away the sand on the ground with his feet, and he saw the bones.

Most of the creatures died there quietly in the dark, only a few came here, and then died trapped here.

Chu Xiangwan couldn't help thinking that among the three of them, the young monk was more able to starve, so he should be the one who died first, followed by Guocheng.

Originally, Zhou Qilin could survive by absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, but the surrounding area was so sealed that not even a ray of light could penetrate. I'm afraid that in the end, it would be a dead end.

Thinking about it this way, Chu Xiangwan felt a little pitiful for Zhou Qilin who was going to meet his death alone here.

He turned around and saw that Guocheng was still looking at the mural by the light of the fireball, so he asked, "What are you still looking at?"

They are all going to die.

Guocheng turned around, pointed at the last scene at the end of the painting wall, and said to Chu Xiangwan, "What do you think is the difference between this sun and the first sun we just saw?"

what's the difference?

The young castle master came forward, he also saw this round of the sun just now, he thought it was just echoing back and forth, and he didn't look at it seriously.

Hearing what Guocheng said now, he raised his head again and looked at the sun pattern on it.

The style of painting on the wall is not realistic, but somewhat abstract. The content they saw before was only guessed.

Holding Zhou Qilin in his arms, he carefully looked at the red sun and asked hesitantly, "Is the position of the sun lower than the first round we just saw?"

"It's not just low," Guocheng muttered in a low voice, "Looking at the composition, it almost hits the gate of Loulan City."

"..."

The two teenagers looked at each other, feeling as if they had discovered something extraordinary.

This Loulan City was built under the sun, and then it was destroyed by a round of the sun?

Loulan, a short-lived, mysterious and glorious country, had foreseen how they would die when the country was founded?

Terrible, if they can go out and tell those historians who are puzzled by Loulan's demise, they will definitely be surrounded and sought after!

They must find a way to get out of here!

The two cheered up because of their desire to go out and explain the confusion to the world.

The others didn't go out because they were just ordinary people, and they might not even be able to light a fire in this tunnel, but the two of them were different, they were practitioners.

Chu Xiangwan bent down and put the little black unicorn down, rolled up his sleeves and said to Guocheng, "Do you have any handy tools?"

The little monk shook his head.

All his luggage is only the rucksack, which was lost when he met the evil spirit in the ancient city of Loulan, and the peach blossoms he originally wanted to bring back to Tantric Buddhism were also scattered into mud.

The Master of the Young Castle scratched his head, thinking about what handy tools he had in his storage ring that could be used to dig tunnels. Standing beside him, Guo Cheng saw him digging out things one by one.

"No, this one isn't either... I clearly remember that I should have kept a pair of hooks, why can't I find them?"

There was a "ping, ping, ping, ping, ping" sound in the tunnel. Ever since he knew that there would be no ghosts in the underground, Chu Xiangwan let go of his courage, not afraid that the sound he made would attract any ghosts and ghosts.

Guocheng squatted beside him: "Are you planning to dig a tunnel out of here?"

"That's right." Chu Xiangwan glanced at him while digging out something, "Unless the back of this wall is sealed with ten-thousand-year-old black iron, otherwise with our strength, we can smash granite with a single palm." , will definitely be able to dig a passage.”

Maybe they can dig from the Loulan underground palace all the way to the outside and escape.

Guocheng's eyes lit up, and he squatted beside him and clenched his fists to cheer Chu Xiangwan up: "Come on, come on!"

Standing under the wall without murals, the little black unicorn stomped its little hooves on the ground as it listened to the two people behind it talking, then took two steps back and lowered its head to charge!

Chu Xiangwan, who was still looking for a handy tool, heard a loud noise next to him, followed by dust flying!

He and Guocheng looked up together, and saw Zhou Qilin directly knocked a hole out of that wall, and the whole little Qilin had already run out, turning around at the hole to look at them.

...This is too rigid, Zhou Qilin!

Because of the fruit, the little black unicorn could not speak, and only gave Chu Xiangwan a wink, telling him to come out quickly.

Not to mention in the underground palace, even in Mingyue Villa, Chu Xiangwan couldn't comprehend its wink, but Guocheng said beside him, "Quick! Climb out!"

The hole that Zhou Qilin knocked out was slightly larger than it, like a dog hole. Chu Xiangwan and Guocheng used their hands to open up the stone bricks next to them to expand the hole, and then they opened one by one. crawled out.

After climbing out, the two of them didn't forget to seal the hole back. After all, they didn't know what was going on outside. If there was any trouble, they would immediately come back and drill back into this passage.

The outside was completely different from the closed passage. Chu Xiangwan saw a torch lit every few steps on the wall, and the flame kept burning, illuminating the huge space.

After he wiped the dust off his body, he hugged the little black unicorn again, and then looked at the dome, which was probably several feet high, and exclaimed: "Wow——"

I saw that the high dome was not empty, but the patterns of stars were shining everywhere.Hearing his voice, Guocheng also raised his head, shocked by the miniature starry sky above his head.

The two teenagers stared with their mouths open for a long time before they came back to their senses. They thought that Loulan was really scary. Even stargazing was far ahead of the present. In the underground palace.

They looked back, took two steps forward, came to the railing of the circular aisle and looked down, feeling suffocated at the same time.

If it is said that there is a magnificent scene above their heads, then there is a purgatory on earth under their feet.

Under the circular dome, a pool of blood boiled in front of their eyes like magma.

It's just that what rises from it is not the shadow of flames, but countless twisted and howling blood-colored souls.