Daomu Biji

Just over an hour ago, I listened to the bitter sneering signal all the way. I was almost used to this sound in my brain. I suddenly became quiet in the boat. I felt a little uncomfortable.I do n’t know why. Now I hear the same voice appearing in the darkness around me again. I feel the voice inappropriate all the time. At this time, I feel very strange in my heart.

Although it may feel like auditory hallucinations, don't take it for granted in this kind of place. I zipped it up, flashed it, and walked towards the back of the stone to check it.

The stone is very irregular, and I don't know what kind of rock it is.There are mounds here. I do n’t know where these rocks came from, and they never grow out of the ground.

The back of the stone was dark, and there was a dead corner that the flashlight could not reach.I walked around for a while but saw nothing. The gap behind the stone was so small that it was unlikely to hide anything.I kicked the stone and found that it was not stable. I took photos around again and saw nothing. Everything was calm. I thought I might have heard it wrong.Shaking his head, I walked back, Aning asked me what was wrong, I told her that it might be a little nervous, thinking there was something there.

Sitting back to the bonfire to warm up, there was nothing in the two phases. I leaned on the stone. I originally wanted to close my eyes and recuperate. I was afraid that something else would need our help.However, when fatigue struck, I soon became a little confused and did not know when I slept.

When I woke up, it was already dawning, but it was still not very bright, as if it was early morning.At this time the wind had completely stopped, I heard Tashi's voice, and I got up and saw that they all came in, as if the camp outside had moved in, and tents and campfires were set up all around.The Caucasian has been moved into the tent, Anin is still resting in the sleeping bag on the side, and someone is busy around.

I have more blankets on my body. I don't know who covered me. I struggled to get up, yawned, and looked around.At first glance, I was attracted by the scenery of the wind-eroded rocks around me, and I was helpless.

During the day, the view of the Devil City is extremely wide, and the surrounding wind eroded rocks look more spectacular than at night. The huge rocks rising from the ground stand like pyramids around us.Those dark-looking rocks at night now show a variety of strange forms, coupled with the infinite boundlessness of the Gobi, this spectacular feeling can not be described by words.

This is not an adult Yadan landform. If it is polished by wind and sand for another 1 million years, how spectacular should the scenery be?

I watched in a daze for a while before I recovered, and noticed the people around them, who were transporting things from the sunken ship on the mound.The mounds last night were much taller than I saw. They were nailed and roped on the top for easy climbing. They also made a gondola. Some people excavated on it. Hang down from the gondola.

Dingma Zhuoma and her daughter-in-law cooked breakfast and ghee tea. When she saw me waking up, she made a gesture for me to eat.I drank a bowl of tea in the past, took a piece of bread, and walked to Wu Laosi and asked them what they were doing.

Wu Laosi heard that he was an insider, and gave Judeka an invitation. He liked me a little. When he came over, he nodded and said to me that the Caucasian ’s injury was serious. The team doctor was still checking his abdominal wounds. , So the team may have to go back to rectify and make plans.They don't want to go back empty-handed. This sunken ship is also a big discovery. They want to record it and bring something out to inform the company.

I sat beside him and looked at the sunken ship above my head. It was really big!I didn't feel this big at night. It seemed that the ship was a regular merchant ship. The head was probably exposed before the mound collapsed. It was placed in mid-air, and a supporting bracket was already provided below.

Looking down at what they cleared out from inside.Every one of those pots is so big as a toilet bowl. Surprisingly, none of them are damaged. It seems that the shipwreck process is very slow.The jars have patterns unique to the Western Regions, some are black patterns, and some are similar to the text, not the Han things.When I asked what it was, Wu Lao Si shook his head and said no one knew.The culture of the Western Regions is very special, very mysterious, and very scarce.More than 5,000 years of history in the Western Regions, so many ancient cities in the city have buried the Yellow Sands of the Gobi.In the past, Kekexili and Taklamakan were called Xihuang in ancient times, and the population distribution was very sparse. Now it is really difficult to study.

"However, the history of these ancient pottery has been quite long. Generally, our trade in the Western Regions was porcelain. These pottery pots were the products of the pottery when it reached its peak. It should be before the Tang Dynasty. I do n’t know whether it was shipped from the Central Plains to the Western Regions or the Western Regions. Out of the Arab world. This area should already be the territory of the Western Queen Mother State, I do n’t know if it has a relationship with the Western Queen Mother State, ”said another person wearing glasses next to him.

Wu Lao Si nodded in agreement and said, "I also feel very likely, you see." He pointed to the pattern on a clay pot, which was the pattern of a bird."This is one of the legendary totems of the Western Queen Mother, the Three Blue Birds. Of course, it is not ruled out that people in other countries will also use it. At that time, the Western Queen Motherland was still the spiritual center of the Western Region because of its strangeness and mystery, even though it has no Zhou period. Powerful, other countries still fear the magic of Queen West ’s legend, and they have to come to worship or perform worship in form. ”

I'm totally not interested in this. These belong to the category of archaeology, so I interrupted them and asked, "What's in this jar? Isn't it empty? That's a waste."

The mouths of the cans are sealed with a special kind of mud, green and black, which is a bit like the mud seal on a wine jar.I smelled it, it was a bit spicy, and I felt very familiar. After moving it, the jar was a bit heavy. There must be something in it, but it was not a liquid.

I asked why they didn't open it?Wu Lao Si said that they should try not to destroy these intact, and wait a while to see if there is any damage, you do n’t need to open it. In case the things inside are more precious and ca n’t withstand oxidation, this can save a bit and prevent archaeological waste.

I laughed, and said to my uncle that they didn't have this one. If the fat man was definitely talking, he would break open.

But we have to respect other people's ways of doing things. After I eat the last bite of bread, I tell him that you should do it yourself. When you find the jar, call me when you open it.As I said, I walked into the Caucasian tent to see his condition.

When I walked into the tent, I found it very cramped. Upon closer inspection, I found that the other two corpses also moved down and lay on one side covered with insulation cloth.The team doctor did not sleep for one night, his eyelids were obviously dark, and he was taking temperature for the Caucasian.

When I asked him about the situation, he told me again that people were confused and nonsense, but it was better than before. Asphyxiation and hypoxia should be okay. It ’s just that weird wound on his stomach ... he showed me two The body also had the same wounds, one on the chest and one on the inside of the thigh, and there was a small amount of blood, but there was no hole in the coat, I don't know how it was produced.

I walked over to the Caucasian, his face was pale and sweaty, but the respirator was not used, obviously it was indeed stable.I saw his lips move, as if to say something. I listened closely, not in Chinese, but in English.

"What is he talking about?" I asked the team doctor.How good is my English? It ’s okay to talk about business, but it ’s not good to hear nonsense.

The team doctor also shook his head, saying that he could not hear clearly, and his English was not good.But after a little recovery of consciousness, the Caucasians kept talking about this.

I leaned over and tried to get closer, but it still didn't work, so I gave up.I walked out of the tent and wanted to go back to sleep again. Anyway, there is nothing to do with me here.

When I got to the place where I was sleeping, I lay down thinking about what happened last night, and I quickly squinted. I didn't know how long I slept. I suddenly heard someone call my name.I sat up and watched in a daze, and saw that there were a lot of people surrounded by Wu Laosi, who was waving at me as if something happened.

I got up and walked over.As soon as I approached them, I smelled an extremely weird smell, saying that it smelled bad or not, but when I smelled it, I felt a hot throat, as if I was sucking sulfuric acid gas.I covered my nose and looked over. I saw that they found several broken cans and were smashing the cans. Wu Lao Si asked me to see them.

A dozen or so jars have been smashed, and the eldest sons are pouring out the contents one by one.The first thing I saw was mud chips, which were all black dry mud chips. Among these mud chips, there was a kind of earth ball with mud all over, which was very disgusting.Strangely, I saw a lot of black hair sticking to the surface of these balls, and it looked very wrong.

I have piled up more than a dozen earth balls on one side. I do n’t know what it is. I said to myself, was the watermelon in those days now turned into stones?

When I got closer and looked closely, I felt a suffocation.I found that those mud balls turned out to be heads wrapped in dry mud, and those black hairs turned out to be head hair.(To be continued, if you want to know the future, please visit www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)