The ghost city buried underground is dead.
The sky above was dark, and from time to time fine sand would fall.
Seeing no one to respond to him, Gong Si Yu went a long way, still the ancient Western style architecture, Buddhist temple tower, or collapsed walls and stairs, or buried in the yellow sand, only half of the roof tower.
With a mobile phone lighting, walking, Gong Si Yu suddenly felt a sudden pain in his heart. He subconsciously stopped his pace, and his eyes shrank, holding his heart. He knew that it was something wrong with the spirit!
Thinking that she was pregnant, and just now he cut the rope, they must have come down, can't they be injured? Still hurt? Gong Si Yu thinks more and more flustered. After looking around with the lights of his mobile phone, he jumps up to a place which is still relatively high. He is buried in the yellow sand and only shows the top of the tower tip. Standing on it, he looks around, sensing the location of the spirit.
Just at this moment, a red cold flame flare suddenly soared into the sky.
It was in the direction that Gongsi Yu looked directly at. He sensed that the spirit was also in the position of the cold flame, so he flew away, thinking that the signal bomb of the cold fireworks was sent by Linggui.
When we can reach the location of the signal bomb, we can see feng Jinxuan, who is alone.
"Siyu? You're down, too? I'm looking for Lord Bai... " As a result, Bai Wuyou didn't attract him, but Gong Si Yu came.
Feng Jinxuan is carrying a heavy backpack with a signal gun in his hand. There are more than a dozen small fluorescent rods on the ground around him, so he can clearly see everything around him in a small distance.
It's a yellow sand bed, like the altar square, with a statue without a head and a walking stick in hand.
When Gong Si Yu arrived, Feng Jinxuan was looking at the yellow sand sculpture standing in the center of the altar square, as if he had found something.
"I and the crafty son saw you all disappeared, found that it was a quicksand pit, and came down to look for you."
Gong Siyu explained that after a short time, a young man named Feng Xuanqing appeared.
He was also attracted by the light of the cold fireworks.
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however, far away from Gongsi Island, Linggui and Qingwu, the host of old Bao's body, are walking slowly on the soft yellow sand, following three hellhounds the size of a tiger. They have no idea where they are at this moment.
Laoqingwu was carrying her on her back, which could be described as walking like flying. Linggui looked at the old man who was carrying her. He finally understood why he could cross the Gobi alone and finally found the KUL gorge. But It seems unreasonable.
"Why don't you fly? You're psychic, right? It's just that you're hiding, and we can't even notice it. "
LINGJI thinks that compared with walking, flying eaves and climbing walls is faster, but all the time, old Qingwu just carries her on his back and walks honestly, without shouting tired or heavy, and his face is relaxed.
"Then you really look up to me. They say that it's true and false. If you want to deceive you, you must come to me. If I had spiritual power, I would have used it long ago, and I would have been discovered by you. As for me, I'm carrying you with a lost dog in this buried ancient city?"
Old Qingwu is good at camouflage, and he can't tell which one is true and which is false.
When she just opened her mouth and wanted to ask something, LINGJI raised her head and was attracted by the vanishing cold flame above her head.
She patted Qingwu on the shoulder with surprise, "smelly old man, look! Signal bomb
But green black along the direction of the spirit, which has what signal bounce light, black, fart all have no.
"Are you hallucinating from your injury? Blind and deaf? " The poisonous tongue is still the same.
“……” Linggui also thought that he was looking away, because the beam of the signal bomb was extremely weak, so it disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Ten minutes later, however.
Old Qingwu, with his weird back, followed hellhound and walked out of the road. He was buried in the deep underground of the canyon above the ancient city. Once again, a faint cold flame was lit up.
This time, LINGJI and Qingwu see clearly at the same time.
The signal fireworks are real! It's not an illusion!
"When Emperor and I came, we had a lot of flares ready for us. We were our own people."
"Then go in the direction of the light."
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gongsiyu fengjinxuan and the ancient city sacrificial square where fengxuanqing is located.
Feng Jinxuan will launch the signal bomb again every ten minutes, hoping that their scattered people can see it, and then gather together.
Meanwhile, gongsiyu and fengxuanqing took advantage of the efforts of others to stroll around the suspected altar square. Under the yellow sand, gongsiyu found the lost head of the decapitated sculpture.
Gong Siyu tried to connect his head with the broken body of the statue. With the light of a flashlight, he looked at the strange statue in front of him. At this time, Feng Xuanqing also walked on foot and stood behind him. After observing for a long time, he said, "in the ancient Western Regions, people preferred Buddhism or " and almost every country had their people's heart I think the place we are in is not far away from the real holy land of the ancient city, but I have seen a lot of sculptures around. Don't you think it's very strange? ""Do you think so?"
Gongsiyu was staring at the connected statue. However, because the fracture was inclined, the head and body of the statue were not long connected, and the body was separated. It fell to the ground.
"With short hands and short feet, it sits high on the throne, but this sculpture is too small to reach the height of a normal person. It is not a dwarf or a child. Moreover, if you look at the ball inlaid on the walking stick, it seems to be a bead, but I only guess that everything has not been looked at squarely."
As Gong Si Yu and Feng Xuanqing carefully observe the surroundings, time passes by.
After waiting for more than ten minutes, he couldn't see Linggui. Gong Si Yu was worried, "I'd better go to her. I'm not sure."
However, he was stopped by Feng Xuanqing, "calm down, if you go, Linggui comes here with the beam of the signal bomb. Don't you miss her?"
“……”
Feng Jinxuan throws a flare every ten minutes. It turns out that the flare is useful.
Lonely death leads Han Han, Ling Shang carries a big bag and a small bag, all of which are very good.
But more than half an hour, also did not see the spirit.
More than an hour later, there was only the last signal bomb left. Feng Xuanqing began to wonder whether there was something wrong with the spirit. From the back side of the sacrificial square, the dark and silent ancient city was not far away, everyone felt the yellow sand ground shaking.
It seems that there is a huge object that is demolishing the road when it meets the road, and the wall is demolished when it meets the wall, and the road roller rushes all the way
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