On the sand, it turned out that Audi was located only a gradually shrinking vortex left, slowly getting smaller, and finally gradually disappeared without any trace. Then it gradually became flattering as if there had never been one on the sand.
Like an Audi.
"Sister Rongrong, is he... dead?" Feng Qiqi asked quietly, biting his lips.
Rongrong sighed and said, "The person who falls into the sand is the same as falling into the swamp. The possibility of survival is very small."
Feng Qiqi sat on the ground in disbelief. She didn't feel much sadness in her heart. After all, she had only been together for two or three days. She just couldn't accept that the person who was sitting in the same car with her was chatting and laughing a few minutes ago had lost his life in an instant.
"Ba" Xiangque sat cross-legged on the ground and took out a cigarette and lit it, without saying a word.
Cao Shanjun frowned and said, "I'll go to the underworld."
"No need" shook his head.
If Wang Xuanzhen died, he died under natural disasters, even if he and Cao Shanjun went to the underworld together, it would be useless. The underworld was not opened by them. The Gujingguan and the Hanging Temple combined together could not change their destined death for a person who was destined to be dead. Even if
Like Cao Qingdao, reincarnation with memories may not be possible. The underworld will not tolerate him so arrogant again and again.
After a long time, Xiang Que, who had smoked several cigarettes in a row, suddenly stood up and said, "Jun, come here to protect me."
Cao Shanjun followed Xiang Que to the distance, and Feng Qiqi and Rong Rong looked at them in surprise and were at a loss.
"Tread, step, step, step" Xiang Que walked a distance and turned behind a sand wall. He sat cross-legged on the ground and took out three copper coins, shook them, and threw them out.
"Ding" the copper coins fell on the sand and made a slight sound, looking down at Que.
In an instant, the sky far above Xiangquet's head suddenly gathered into a dark cloud, and then slowly enveloped it.
"Swish" Cao Qingdao looked up and saw the dark clouds coming. He was ready to go. He closed his hands and hung a string of rosary beads on his wrists, flashing with waves of Buddha's light.
Xiang Que closed his eyes and tried hard to recall Wang Xuanzhen's voice, appearance and smile. The two of them were so familiar with each other that they could not be familiar with each other. They turned into ashes and could recognize each other.
"Room" in the sky, the sound of thunder and spring comes.
After a moment, a large lightning bolt fell from the sky and fell to where Xiang Que was. Cao Shanjun waved his hand and threw out the string of rosary on his wrist to block Xiang Que's head.
"Sister Rongrong, why did it thunder? And it's just thunder but not raining"
Rongrong looked blankly at Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun's disappearance and shook her head and said, "Maybe......"
She couldn't explain the reason for this phenomenon.
At the same time, dozens of kilometers away.
The young man with air conditioner in the Hummer was stunned and sat up. After opening the car door, he looked up at the sky. The old man with broken arms behind him said in surprise: "The thunder came to the world, divine punishment... This is, someone
Are you punished? Who touched the way of heaven?”
"This person is probably going to be disabled. Such a thick thunder hits the people under Tongyin and are unable to resist. Even if they don't die, they will be half-dead," said the young man.
"Li Jun, is it him?" Zhang Shoucheng asked in a deep voice.
"I don't know very well, but what I wonder is that even if it is him, why did he cause thunder punishment to come to the world? Can he bear it? Haha, it's because he's here, we'll be worry-free." Zhao Lijun didn't
Asked questions.
Many people don’t know why the Heavenly Dao imposes thunder punishment to punish this person.
Because no one knew that Xiang Que, who was not far away, was using divination method to force Wang Xuanzhen, who did not know life and death, to determine whether he was born or died.
After a long time, a bloody thread flowed from the corner of Xiangque's mouth and looked listless. Cao Shanjun held a string of shattered rosary in his hand. The string of rosary had turned black and dull.
Xiang Que took out the string of Buddhist beads that Master Mingwu gave him when he was in the Hanging Temple and handed them over.
"This is what my master gave you to prevent the disaster two years later. Why are you doing it for me?" Cao Shanjun stared at him with his eyes curled up.
"It's actually the same for you and for me. Don't you have to go with me in two years?" Xiang Que grinned.
"No, why?" Cao Shanjun asked in confusion.
"Your master asked you to go down the mountain just to let you enter the world to practice? If this is the case, he doesn't need to wait until I come before letting you down."
Cao Shanjun was speechless, and the corners of his mouth twitched for a moment before taking the string of Buddhist beads.
After Xiang Que and Cao Shanjun appeared, Feng Qiqi asked softly: "Do we want to notify his family? There are no bones left, so we have to let others see where he died."
"No need" Xiang Que glanced at him and shook his head.
Ten minutes later, the group of four set off.
The car has to rely on two legs, but this is not the most important thing. What is important is that all their equipment is in the car. Except for Xiangqiu's bag that has always been carried with you, no one has any when the car sinks.
Opportunity brings things out.
During the day, the weather in the desert can kill people. The hot heat of the desert is hot. Ordinary people can't hold on for long, especially if there is no water source and people will lose their moisture for an hour or two.
"We should wait for rescue on the spot. If this continues, no one will be able to stand it." Rongrong and Feng Qiqi were already sweating profusely. The sweat was soaked in the clothes, which outlined the graceful figures of the two, but such a moving picture.
Shanjun and Xiangque had no time to appreciate them, and they were too lazy to even speak while sticking out their tongues.
"Sister Rongrong, there has been no signal." Qiqi shook the phone in his hand. She was the only one who had been playing games in the car just now, and the rest of the phones were buried underground.
"Gudu" Xiangque swallowed his saliva, moistening his throat and said hoarsely: "Persistent, you may be able to meet people."
"How do you know? Lop Nur has always been sparsely populated. Even if you walk here for ten days and half a month, you won't be able to see people."
Xiang Que shook his head without saying a word, and he didn't explain.
An hour later, when the four of them were dragging their tired bodies and barely supporting them to walk forward, suddenly, Xiang Que put his hand in front of him and looked up at the distance in the air. At some point, an illusory image suddenly began to condense in the sky.
The image gradually took shape and gathered together, slowly forming a picture.
In the picture, in a desert, a huge city actually emerged. The ancient buildings and the walls piled up of sand and stone seemed to have put people in the world a year or two ago, and 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 is a mirage"
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