On the sand, where Audi was originally, there was only a shrinking whirlpool. It slowly became smaller, and finally disappeared without a trace. Then it slowly became flat, as if there had never been such a vortex on the sand.
Just like an Audi.
"Sister Rongrong, is he... is he dead?" Feng Qiqi bit her lip and asked in a low voice.
Rongrong sighed and said: "A person who falls into a sand nest is the same as falling into a swamp. The possibility of survival is very small."
Feng Qiqi sat in a heap on the ground in disbelief. She didn't feel much sadness in her heart after all, they had only been together for two or three days. She just couldn't accept that the person she had been chatting and laughing with in a car a few minutes ago had died in an instant.
"Pah!" Xiang Que sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a cigarette, lit one, and remained silent.
Cao Shanjun frowned and said, "I'm going to visit the underworld."
"No need." Xiang Que shook his head.
If Wang Xuanzhen died, it was due to a natural disaster. Even if he and Cao Shanjun went to the underworld together, it would be useless. They did not open the underworld. The combination of Gujing Temple and Xuankong Temple could not change the fate of a person who was destined to die.
I'm afraid it's not possible to reincarnate with memories like Cao Qingdao. The underworld will not tolerate him being so presumptuous again and again.
After a long time, Xiang Que, who had been smoking several cigarettes, suddenly stood up and said, "Jun, come here and protect me."
Cao Shanjun followed Xiang Que to the distance. Feng Qiqi and Rongrong looked at the two of them in surprise and were at a loss.
"Stepping on, stepping on," turned behind a sand wall after walking out for a while, and sat on the ground and took out three copper coins to shake it and threw it out.
"Ding" The copper coin made a soft sound when it fell on the sand. Xiang Que lowered his head and looked over.
In an instant, the sky far above Xiang Que suddenly gathered into a dark cloud, and then slowly enveloped it.
"Whoa!" Cao Qingdao looked up and saw the dark clouds approaching, ready to attack. He clasped his hands together and hung a string of rosary beads on his wrist, flashing bursts of Buddha's light.
Xiang Que closed his eyes and tried hard to recall Wang Xuanzhen's voice and smile. The two of them were so familiar with each other day and night that they could recognize each other even after turning into ashes.
"Rumble" in the sky, the sound of thunder is coming.
A moment later, a thick bolt of lightning fell from the sky and landed where Xiang Que was. Cao Shanjun waved his hand and threw the string of rosary beads on his wrist to block Xiang Que's head.
"Sister Rongrong, why is it thundering? And it's just thunder but no rain."
Rongrong stared blankly at the direction where Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun disappeared and shook her head and said: "Maybe..."
She couldn't explain why this happened.
At the same time, dozens of kilometers away.
The young man in the Humvee with the air conditioner on suddenly sat up, opened the door and looked up at the sky. The old man with a broken arm behind him said in surprise: "Thunder comes from the sky, divine punishment... This is, someone
Being punished? Who has touched the law of heaven?"
"This man is probably going to be crippled. It would be difficult for the person under Tongyin to resist such a thick lightning strike. Even if he doesn't die, he will be half disabled," the young man said.
"Lijun, is it him?" Zhang Shoucheng asked in a deep voice.
"I'm not sure, but what I'm curious about is that even if it's him, why would he trigger the thunder punishment to come to the world? Even if it's him, can he bear it? Haha, now that he's here, we can save our worries." Zhao Lijun didn't
Xie asked.
Many people in this scene don't know why God sent down thunder to punish this man.
Because no one knew that not far away, Xiang Que was using divination methods to forcibly predict whether Wang Xuanzhen, who did not know life or death, would be alive or dead.
After a long time, Xiang Que walked out with a bloodshot expression on his face. Cao Shanjun held a broken rosary in his hand. The rosary had turned black and dull.
Xiang Que casually took out the string of Buddhist beads given to him by Master Mingwu when he was at Xuankong Temple from his bag and handed it over.
"My master gave this to you to prevent the disaster two years later. Why are you giving it to me?" Cao Shanjun stared at it.
"Giving it to you or leaving it here with me are actually the same thing. Why don't you come with me in two years?" Xiang Que said with a toothy smile.
"No, why?" Cao Shanjun asked in confusion.
"Your master asked you to come down just to let you practice in the world? If that were the case, there was no need for him to wait for me to come before letting you come down."
Cao Shanjun was speechless for a moment, and the corner of his mouth twitched before taking the string of Buddhist beads.
After Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun appeared, Feng Qiqi asked softly: "Should we notify his family? There are no bones. We have to let people come and see the place where he died."
"No need." Xiang Que glanced at him and shook his head.
Ten minutes later, the group of four set off.
Without the car, we could only rely on two legs, but this was not the most important thing. The important thing was that all their equipment was in the car. Except for Xiang Que's bag, which he always carried with him, no one was there when the car sank.
Take the opportunity to bring things out.
During the day, the weather in the desert can kill people. Under the scorching heat of over 40 degrees Celsius without any shade, ordinary people simply cannot hold on for long, especially when there is no water source and people will collapse after an hour or two without replenishing water.
"We should wait for rescue on the spot. If we continue like this, no one will be able to survive for long." Rongrong and Feng Qiqi were already sweating profusely, and their clothes were soaked with sweat, outlining their graceful figures, but such a touching picture was so touching.
Shanjun and Xiangque had no time to appreciate it. They stuck out their tongues and didn't even bother to say anything.
"Sister Rongrong, there has been no signal." Qiqi shook the phone in her hand. She was the only one who had been playing games in the car just now, and the other people's phones were all buried in the ground.
"Gudu" Xiang Que swallowed his saliva, and said in a hoarse voice with a moist throat: "If you persist a little longer, maybe you can meet people."
"How do you know? Lop Nur has always been sparsely populated. Even if you walk here for ten days and a half, you may not see anyone."
Xiang Que shook his head and said nothing, nor did he explain.
An hour later, when the four of them were dragging their tired bodies and barely holding on to move forward, Xiang Que suddenly put his hands in front of his eyes and looked up into the distance in the air. At some point, an illusory image suddenly began to condense in the sky.
The group of images gradually took shape, gathered together, and slowly formed a picture.
In the picture, in a desert, a huge city suddenly popped up. The antique buildings and city walls made of sand and stones seemed to put people into the world of a year or two ago. The city was crowded with people.
It was very lively. There was a huge city gate in the middle of the city wall, with two large characters carved on it.
"Loulan"
"Sister Rongrong, it's a mirage"
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