Adventure Code

Chapter 162 Head-changing boy (9)

Apart from the machete and a pair of shabby clothes, the young foreigner had nothing on him.

Out of curiosity, I couldn't help asking, "Brother, I don't see anything on you, how do you light it?"

He paused for a moment, stretched out his hand to touch his bosom for a moment, and found something.

It is a gray stone bead the size of a child's fist.

On the surface of the beads, there was a faint layer of fluorescence, like moonlight.

I was shocked, and said in my heart: It can't be Ye Mingzhu, right?

Impossible, absolutely impossible.

As soon as this thought crossed my mind, the young man reached out and turned off the switch next to my headlight.

After such a pass, the stone bead in his hand, which originally only emitted faint fluorescence, suddenly became brighter, like a small moon, emitting soft and hazy light, covering the surroundings with a layer of silver gauze. About seven or eight meters, quite awesome.

I gasped in shock, and said to myself: Even if it is a luminous pearl, it is not so bright. Could it be a super luminous pearl?Impossible, that thing is of high value, and it is all in the hands of museums or wealthy collectors.This brother looks shabby and old, he really doesn't seem like a person who can own a night pearl, even if he really has one, who would be willing to bring it to this desert as a lighting lamp?Wouldn't that be a cow chewing peonies, burning a lute and cooking a crane?

I turned on the headlight again, and the light of the beads in his hand dimmed. Although this thing has a wide range of illumination, it still couldn't match my headlight.

While crawling on me, I asked, "What are those stone beads?" There are many reflective toy balls on the market now, all of which are coated with fluorescent agents, which are very beautiful and are used for children to play with.But even so, its brightness has not reached the level where it can illuminate seven or eight meters.

After I asked, the young man didn't answer me, but put away the beads and continued to crawl forward. From time to time, a sandworm would emerge from the sand, but this man was very agile, and he quickly chopped it off with a machete. .

So following him, I soon climbed to the top without any risk.

The yellow sand at the end is getting less and less, and it is getting thinner and thinner. At the end of the light, a corner of a hall is slowly revealed. It is only now that you can feel the height of the hall. The inside is about ten meters high. , which means that the previous yellow sand accumulated at least about ten meters.

The only stone pillar in the corner that has not been buried by yellow sand is about the thickness of two adults hugging each other. It is embossed with patterns full of ancient Western features, which are complicated and exquisite.

The south and east sides of the hall are filled with yellow sand, and the north and west sides are only half blocked. Therefore, the hall exposed in front of us is only its northwest corner, which happens to have a tall arched passage.

The lintel of the passageway is carved in stone. This time, there are no Bodhisattvas eating children on it. It is carved with very beautiful patterns. I have no research on the culture of the ancient Western Regions. Although I don’t understand it, the patterns on it open and close. It looked very enthusiastic and lively, and finally lost the gloomy and weird atmosphere before.

I don’t know where this arched passage leads. There are two recessed light grooves on both sides of the door, which are different from the ancient Chinese lampstands. Here, they are embedded in the wall. The lamp bowl is relatively simple, but it is very large. When it's lit, it's almost a small torch.

In addition, there is no other superfluous things in this place, because most of them are covered by yellow sand.

And under that stone pillar, I found some bloody bandages and some scattered bloodstains, probably after Kurban and others came down, they used to treat wounds under this pillar.

The bandage was almost covered with blood, and the blood loss was obviously huge, and it was unknown what kind of injury it was.

There is no other entrance and exit in this place. Since a group of people came here, they must have entered along this arched passage.

I didn't care about the buddies around me anymore, I walked ahead first, the light of the headlight shone straight in, and there was a thick layer of dust in the passage, so the dust left clearly the traces of the people who walked by before. footprints.

There are many footprints, I carefully identified them, some are big and some are small, I think Xiao Qi and Kurban are not separated, they should be together, the big footprints belong to a man, and the small footprints belong to a woman.

"Kurban, Xiaoqi! Xiaojian! Xiaotian!" I walked along the passage and shouted their names. The arched passage echoed very heavily. As soon as I shouted, the echoes kept overlapping. , the sound penetrated, almost like another person.

I couldn't help but paused, and didn't continue calling.

But the sound and echo just now were quite loud. If they were nearby, they should be able to almost hear them. If there was no echo, they probably weren't nearby.

However, as soon as I finished shouting, there was a whistle in the darkness ahead. It was sharp and piercing, and it was amplified by the passage, so it was hard to hear it.I was overjoyed and ran forward quickly. The young man didn't know what his purpose was, so he followed me silently.

Although I feel strange about his origin and identity, as a benefactor who has saved me twice, no matter what his origin and purpose are, he probably won't harm me, so I don't care.

When I ran to the end in one breath, I found that there was a spiral staircase at the end, and there was no one at the top of the stairs.

Is it on top?

I lifted my feet and was about to go up, when the young man behind me suddenly put my shoulders on my shoulders, frowning and looking up, his slightly gray pupils were slightly locked, looking very vigilant.

Then he shook his head at me.

I didn't understand what he meant, so I said, "What's wrong?" He stretched out his hand and wrote a few words on the wall: "I've been there before, it's dangerous."

I felt a sudden shock in my heart and said: Dangerous?What danger?He has been there?That being the case, why is he still following me now?After thinking about it, I asked.

So he went on to write: Looking for something, I didn't find it last time.

I said, "When was the last time?"

He wrote: Yesterday, every day.

I was a little unhappy, and said in my heart that you don't want to tell me, and I won't force it, why do you say such unreliable words.

yesterday?Yesterday afternoon, the ancient city emerged from the yellow sand.

every day?
Co-author Are you always a ghost, scurrying in the yellow sand every day?

If it weren't for the fact that he was my savior, I almost felt that he was despising my IQ.

So I said: "Brother, did you hear the whistle just now? That's my companion's signal whistle, and it's a rally whistle. My companion is up there, and I have to go. You are my savior, and I am grateful." You, what you don't want to say, I won't ask, but don't fool me with such a mentally retarded reason. I'm going to join my companion now."

After a pause, I said again: "What do you plan to do?"

He glanced at me silently, his gray pupils slowly dilated, and instead of continuing to write, he stepped up the stairs before me.

Although this buddy didn't say a word, and his expression didn't change much, but for some reason, I vaguely felt that he seemed to be in a much lower mood.

But at this moment, I didn't bother to guess what he was thinking, and immediately followed him up the stairs.

(End of this chapter)