We pulled a straight line with a rope and walked less than 20 kilometers, and we actually walked around the corner of Xu Ergo's grave!

That is, if we don't leave the camp and hold the telescope, we might be able to see Monsoon their camp.

I felt the murderous aura of the ecstasy again. It seems that pulling the rope still cannot get rid of this ghost place.

I suddenly had no hope of leaving this place with awesomeness. And Linghu Mountain brought me the rumor of "fearing the Slope"...

I said to Liu Yuer, "You and Monsoon will take you all for lunch, I will finish a story."

Liu Xueer said: "Uncle, do you still have the mood to listen to the story?"

I said: "An unusual story."

Back at the tent, Linghu Mountain said, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Continue telling your story."

Linghu Mountain continued to talk.

The Han people closed their eyes for the Mongols and buried him with sand.

At this point, a person of unknown origin disappeared in the desert. Now, only Han people and another person of unknown origin remained. Of course, for the Koreans, Han people are also people of unknown origin.

The Korean took out a map of Lop Nur from his pocket and spread it in front of the Han people. He drew a circle on the position of Loulan with his fingers, pointed to the direction he had just explored, nodding hard, as if telling the Han people that Loulan was there.

The Han people looked at him alertly.

The three of them explored the way, but they happened to be in the right direction?

The Han people don't believe it.

If this North Korean is lying, then where will he take himself?

At present, the Han people had no choice but to follow him. If they could not see Loulan, he would escape with the help of the night when it was dark. He believed that the Korean could not escape him. He noticed that the other party was wearing leather shoes and he was wearing sports shoes.

Two people who had no common language walked forward together.

The Han people always walked behind the Koreans, maintaining a distance of 3 meters. If he suddenly turned around and launched an attack, the Han people still had a chance to escape.

The sky in the desert was very dark, like a dying person who refused to die.

The Han people also walked very slowly.

Finally, it became completely dark and the world suddenly became narrow, with only the sound of two people stepping on the sand.

The North Koreans have never said anything, nor have they turned back, but just walked forward quietly.

It was pitch black in front of him, and the Han people planned to escape.

He had just made up this idea when the Korean suddenly stopped. He turned slowly and looked directly at the Han people. The Han people could only see that his eyebrows were black like two deep wells. A horse's neigh came from the distance, as if it was telling something.

The Han people fought a cold war and asked subconsciously: "What's wrong?"

The Koreans did not speak, but walked towards the Han people step by step.

"What's wrong with you?" the Han people asked again. At this time, he had forgotten that the other party could not understand his words.

The Koreans still didn't speak and continued to walk towards the Han people.

"What do you want to do!" The Han people felt a huge horror and shouted loudly while retreating.

The Korean suddenly said in pure Chinese: "You go, ask, horse, right."

The Han people turned around and ran away.

There is no road here, there are roads everywhere here. The sand is too soft and it is difficult to run fast when you fall into it.

I don't know how far I ran, but the Han people suddenly stopped and listened. Strangely, he didn't hear the footsteps of the Korean, and he didn't seem to have caught up with him.

He looked back and saw that the darkness was endless, and even if the North Korean stood 3 meters away, he could not see him.

So he turned around and continued to run. At this time, he had completely lost his sense of direction, like a headless fly, rushing left and right in the desert, feeling that the Koreans were everywhere in the darkness!

He had no hope of running out of the desert, and just wanted to get rid of the short figure.

After more than an hour, the Han people couldn't run anymore. When they saw a sand dune, they sat down and gasped. There was a silence around them. The North Korean could not find him. In this desert where they were unable to see each other, they would never meet again as long as they were separated.

After sitting for a while, a strong sense of sleepiness came, and the Han people's eyelids stuck together like two pieces of fudge and fell asleep soon...

In his dream, the North Korean suddenly appeared in front of him.

The Han people wanted to stand up and fight, but his limbs were numb and could not move at all.

The Korean stared at the Han people fiercely, slowly unbuttoned the buttons on their clothes, revealing their thin belly, and a long cut was cut on it, which was as black as a special door. He reached in and took out a rusty short knife - his body was a scabbard!

He raised his bloody short knife and looked at it, showing a strange smile, suddenly raised his hand and inserted it into the belly of the Han people...

The Han people woke up immediately.

At this time, the moon had risen, and a black shadow squatted in front of him, staring at him straight.

The Han people's head exploded with a "boom" - he is not the Korean, that Korean is not that tall! He is the Mongolian!

The Han people looked around in horror and saw the wooden sign and the ghost-like light golden horse, which was still slowly gnawing on the grass in the desert. The dune that the Han people rely on was the tomb that buried the Mongolians. The brutally killed Mongolian crawled out of the dune!

At this time, the Han people felt a chill in their stomachs, and the night wind seemed to be pouring in. He looked down and looked at the stomach, a bloody hole was cut into it, and the intestines were flowing out, two or three meters long. A short knife was thrown to the ground.

A Han man had throat cancer and had a trachea incision in his throat. He told the Han man that his breathing became wide and frighteningly smooth... In 33 years, the door to life of the Han man seemed to have been opened for the first time, and he immediately felt a sense of the same with that friend.

He didn't know if he was dead or not.

While taking back his beloved intestines, he asked unwillingly: "Why did you kill me?"

The Mongolian answered him in pure Chinese, and he said word by word: "You go, ask, horse, right."

Then, the Mongols disappeared into the night.

The Han people staggered and stood up, carrying the short knife, running in the desert.

He had been cut off and his blood had flowed, but he was going to find the North Korean.

In the vast desert, finding him is less hope than finding Loulan. However, as long as he still has a ray of consciousness, he will not stop looking.

He threw away his backpack, which contained a seagull camera, water, and wallet. The camera was useless, and it was impossible for him to develop it on the film; the water was useless, and his stomach was leaking, and the water would flow out; the money and food coupons were useless, and turned into candy paper...

After dawn, the Han people finally saw the big slope again and the dark plaid suit.

The Koreans seemed to have noticed the danger, and he never looked back and walked quickly. However, the Han people still approached him very quickly.

He heard the footsteps behind him getting closer and closer, and was forced to stop, turned around, and his eyes shot fiercely at the Han people through the white-framed glasses. The two of them confronted quietly. Of course, he knew what the Han people were going to do, and he had the same idea last night.

The Han people overestimated the combat effectiveness of the Koreans. In fact, it only took half a minute for him to kill him.

The North Koreans lay softly on the desert, kicked their legs, and stopped moving, like a thin pig.

The Han people cut a hole in his stomach, carefully hollowed out their internal organs, stuffed them into a short knife, and then buried him with sand. His tomb was much smaller than that of the Mongolians.

The North Koreans have never closed their eyes.

The Han people scattered sand on his body. In the end, his body was buried, with only two glasses exposed, and two bloodshot eyes were below, looking at the air steadily.

The sound of animals sniffing from the dark distance must be the lonely sweaty horse.

The Han people said to him softly: "No matter what the problem is, you can only ask the horse."

Then, he buried his eyes with his last handful of sand.

The sun rose, stretched, and suddenly it became much higher.

The only note pad left in the pocket of the Han people, who wrote everything he had experienced before and after his death on the notepad.

Then, he chose a place on the big slope, dug a deep sand pit, lay in, grabbed the sand, and raised it on himself...

Many years later, a nine-person convoy crossed Lop Nur. In the evening, they came to the big slope and set up a camp. A man was wandering around the camp and found the arm stretched out from the sand. His muscles were rotten. He picked up the notepad not far away, flipped through it, and immediately ran back to the camp.

After reading the contents on the notepad, the others were so scared that they quickly unplugged their tent and left...

After listening to this story, I asked Linghu Shan: "Do you believe it?"

Linghu Shan said: "I'm not a soy sauce. If I don't believe it, I won't come to Lop Nur."

I said, "Why do you believe it?"

Linghu Shan said: "Because my father was one of the nine-person convoy back then."

I said, "What did he tell you?"

Linghu Shan said: "If he was still alive, I would not risk my life to find the truth."

I said, "He... died?"

Linghu Shan said: "Only one person ran out of their convoy, and he brought out the notepad."

I said, "When did this happen?"

Linghu Shan said: "I was 13 years old when my father died."

He is 25 years old now, which should be 12 years ago. I have read the introduction of Lop Nur on Baidu Encyclopedia many times, but no one mentioned that 8 people died in Lop Nur in 2001. It seems that there are too many incidents about Lop Nur.

I said, "Wait, didn't you say you plant grapes with your parents?"

Linghu Shan said: "That was my stepfather, the person who escaped back then."

I said, "Oh."

Linghu Shan suddenly said: "My mother is very beautiful."

I immediately felt that his words had a deep meaning.

Linghu Mountain continued: "I don't know if my father was killed in Lop Nur. I have had an ambition since I was a child. When I grow up, I must enter Lop Nur to see if I can find that big slope..."

I said, "Have you seen that notepad?"

He said: "I'll take it with me now."

I said, "Can I see it?"

He didn't say anything, and took out an old notepad from his bag. I took it carefully and flipped it over and almost fainted - this was my father's notepad.
Chapter completed!