So cool! This shochu is really spicy. A burning sensation goes down his neck and goes straight into his stomach. He has been living in that Muslim town for the past few days. Islam does not allow drinking. Even if he smokes, he has to carry it secretly.

If you touch someone, you'll be suffocated.

After a whole day of jolting in the car, even his iron-clad body showed signs of fatigue. Listening to the monotonous Mongolian on the TV and the influence of high-alcohol liquor, he gradually closed his eyes. At first, in the dream,

Those Mongolian TV dramas were still clearly distinguishable. Later, as Wushuang's body became more and more relaxed, the whole world became extremely peaceful.

A fragrant breeze blows by the ears, which makes people intoxicated. The fragrance is very elegant and green, just like jasmine flowers in bud.

The perception of danger is his innate ability. Although he has fallen asleep, his spirit is still extremely tense. At this moment, he seems to be slightly uncomfortable, as if someone is peeping in the dark.

"Who?" he yelled and tried to sit up.

But no matter how hard he struggled, his eyes couldn't be opened at all, as if they were coated with strong glue. But if it was a gangster, his shouting would have had a deterrent effect, and the person would have been scared away. If this stronghold

If there is really something unclean, then what I wear around my neck is a golden talisman. This thing is immune to all evil and was passed down from the hands of the founder Cao Cao in the late Eastern Han Dynasty.

A pair of smooth and gentle little hands gently caressed Wushuang's face, full of love and affection. Although this feeling was wonderful, it also made Wushuang's back spine hairy. What on earth is this? I have never encountered this in so many ancient tombs.

A ghost that can enchant oneself, did it hit something wrong today?

Obviously, these hands belong to a young woman. Her little hands are extremely smooth, and the faint fragrance is innate to her skin, not the perfume or skin care products she applied. Meixi's hands are also very smooth, which is what she yearns for.

And fearful of fascination, but the smoothness of these hands seems to have no palm prints at all. Unless this girl has not done any work since she was born.

This feeling made him unable to extricate himself and became intoxicated. He also thought about how to break away from this invisible bondage, but it seemed that all methods were of no avail. She had no ill intentions towards him, maybe she just wanted to look at him quietly like this.

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"Master, wake up, what's wrong with you?" Arslan shook his unparalleled arms vigorously and dragged him back to reality from his sleep.

Wushuang opened his eyes and looked around. Arslan was the only one in the room. The Mongolian TV series was still playing on the TV. The time was 8:05. It was 7:52 when he came in to drink.

"What happened to me just now?"

"When I came in, I found you smiling, very evilly."

"Maybe I am indeed possessed by evil spirits." Wushuang sat up from the bed, turned his face, and found a silk scarf hanging on the corner of the bed.

"What is this? Did you have it just now?"

"This is what our Xinjiang girls use to cover their faces. Have you seen it? Remember, Amy took one with her a few days ago?" Arslan looked at Wushuang curiously, thinking that his master was asleep.

Wushuang took the scarf closer and smelled it. It was very fragrant, just like the smell left by the girl who spied on him in the dream. He turned back and put the scarf away.

Who is she? Why does she want to enter her dream? What message does she want to express to herself? Obviously she has no ill intentions towards herself. Are all Muslim girls so unrestrained? It seems that she has had a lucky year.

"Did you find gasoline?"

Arslan nodded: "I found a full box and filled it up. I put the rest in the trunk. This is enough for us for three days. I'll go get some food. Are you hungry?"

"Arslan, I feel a little flustered. This feeling is very bad. We have to leave, we can't stay here!" Wushuang insisted on leaving not just because of the dream just now. He thought carefully about the sudden suddenness of the herdsmen in this stronghold.

The evacuation must have received some news, either that the horse bandits were about to invade, or that other changes were going to happen recently.

"Why don't you stay a little longer? That laptop isn't fully charged yet."

"No, let's go now!" Wushuang dragged Arslan into the car and headed back towards the Bagan Jaran Desert.

Just an hour after they left, a group of masked horse bandits invaded from the border of Outer Mongolia. They rummaged through the stronghold but did not get anything they wanted, and then chased them along the ruts left by Wu Shuang and others.

Came over.

"Where are we going now?"

"Let's drive southwest. Let me first see what secrets are hidden in the expedition team's USB flash drive."

Wushuang opened his laptop and inserted the USB flash drive, which contained bits and pieces of video. The first shot was of the group happily driving to the Bagan Jilin Desert. The vast number of killings along the way made people's hearts swell, and everyone cheered.

With.

The second video shows that the expedition team has been deep into the desert for more than half a month. There is not much food and water left, but they still find nothing. Everyone's face is covered with sorrow. The ruthless desert has swallowed up their firm belief.

, some people have even suggested withdrawing it immediately.

The time was postponed until the day after, and a few friends were missing from the video. I believe those who were not firm in their beliefs had evacuated early. Only the last two archaeologists, a geographer and two reporters were left. The hard work paid off.

After hard work, they finally found the goal of their trip in the desert.

It was the ruins of an ancient city. The houses, markets, trading centers, yamen, royal palaces, city walls... all in the ancient city were basically well preserved. Everyone cheered, took out their instruments and started doing scientific research.

While everyone was busy, suddenly one of the old archaeologists discovered a wooden pile in the middle square of the ruins of the ancient city. Under the wooden pile was an altar. After brushing off the sand on the altar, it was still clearly visible that the death row prisoners were executed several years ago.

The blood stains left behind.

This should be the square where the ancient desert country originally performed living sacrifice ceremonies, and the white bones tied with ropes on the wooden piles may be the former death row prisoners dedicated to the gods.

It is very simple to identify the age of the ruins of this ancient city. As long as some genes can be extracted from the corpse of the death row prisoner for research, the time can be known immediately. The old archaeologist got closer to the corpse of the death row prisoner little by little. When he came closer, he was shocked.

Pulling his eyes down and rubbing them, he was shocked. He discovered that there were actually three eyes on the death row prisoner's head, and the bones of both arms and legs were surprisingly long.

"Teacher Ma, what is this?" the geographer behind him ran over and asked.
Chapter completed!