After the pressure door is opened, there is another small tunnel covered with metal skin, surrounded by silvery white. It feels like walking in a space capsule.
They walked forward along the tunnel, and at the end there was another small door.
This door has no lock and is very dilapidated. It is made of thick pig iron and has an old-fashioned latch on it.
Ghost Sword went over to pull the latch of the door, pushed it gently, and the door opened.
But as soon as I opened it, I immediately smelled a smell of coke and yellow sand, accompanied by a rotten smell of alcohol.
They walked over and shined a flashlight ahead. Unexpectedly, there was an underground desert behind the small door.
This place has been covered up for a long time, and the desert looks so silent and strange in the darkness.
Chen Zhixian visually inspected the area here. This area should be part of the Flaming Mountain Desert. Due to the sinking of the sand body, it gradually sank, and finally became like the current basin.
The area here is very large, and the whole place is artificially wrapped. There are many metal partitions on it, like an artificial sky, completely covering the place.
And this is not a blank desert, in the center of the sand ahead is actually the ruins of an ancient village.
There are no lights in this hidden underground desert, and the surroundings are pitch black, but the sky above is a reflective metal plate.
When their flashlight light is reflected on it, the metal plate reflects light very well, which can open up the sight range.
In the dim light, they could clearly see the broken walls ahead.
This is obviously a small village built in the desert. There are remnants of ring-shaped vegetation on the ground. It seems to be a small oasis that once was good.
The area of the village is not large, but the buildings are very close together. There are various woods and many small buildings inside. It can be seen that many villagers once lived there.
There is also a broken stone village road on the ground, leading directly to the interior of the ruins ahead.
Chen Zhi and the others raised their flashlights, tried their best to shine on the reflector above, and walked along the route toward the ruins.
This is a very difficult process. The air quality in this area is extremely poor, and it is accompanied by a strong smell of alcoholic fermentation, which makes people unable to breathe smoothly and makes them dizzy.
The sand here always feels like something is mixed in, and it feels very uncomfortable and even sticky when stepping on it with shoes.
They held flashlights along the way and shone their light on the surrounding ruins.
This ruins must have been abandoned for some time. From the degree of patina on the masonry, it can be inferred that it was an ancient village at least several hundred years ago.
It stands to reason that the village of this era should be well preserved, but most of the houses have been severely damaged and their original appearance cannot be seen anymore.
When you look carefully at these broken and decayed walls, you will find that the surface of the wall is extremely damaged. The faults in the brick wall are very sharp, and it feels like it has been destroyed by a lot of force.
Because the houses in the village are very dense, the roads in the village are very narrow, making it very inconvenient to walk.
You can see the remnants of ancient Uyghur life everywhere, and many of the daily utensils are very similar to the exhibition hall above, especially the wine-making vessels.
Wine-making utensils can be seen everywhere in this village, and the stone ladles used to ferment grapes can be seen in front of almost every house. In some cases, you can even see shriveled fruits lying there quietly.
Hundreds of years.
"I guess this is the reason why this place is kept secret...",
Chen Zhi took a flashlight, scanned everything in the ruins, and whispered,
“The so-called ancient Gaochang State Museum above actually has little to do with Gaochang State!
Gaochang Kingdom has a long history, and the civilization there has long been lost.
The utensils and clothing we just saw in the museum above do not look like they were from more than a thousand years ago, but more like objects from the late Ming and early Qing dynasties two to three hundred years ago.
It is estimated that when they were developing this area, they were the first to discover this small village buried under the sand in this desert.
Compared with the ancient and mysterious Gaochang Kingdom, this unknown small village does not have much promotional value.
So they renovated the abandoned village, covered up the ruins below, and brought up the cultural relics in the village, saying they were relics of the ancient Gaochang Kingdom.
This way there are too many gimmicks.
And the exhibits above, including those colorful Uyghur costumes, are probably all excavated from here! They have nothing to do with the real ancient Gaochang Kingdom..."
"Damn, so that's what it is!",
After hearing this, Fat Wei also took a flashlight and scanned around, and he immediately understood.
"What a tnd, these profiteers are so fucking thieves.
To be honest, I have long noticed that the tattered clothes above do not look like they were from more than 1,000 years ago. Sure enough, they are fakes.
But these people are really not stupid. How can they make money by digging out such a shabby village in the desert?
Why not give him a package, add some gimmicks, and he will be taller in no time..."
"Not necessarily!" Chen Zhi smiled faintly,
"Things that are of no value to those merchants may be the most valuable to us..."
"Amitabha!" Danxuan had been following them. When he heard this, he softly recited the Buddha's name.
"Donor, since this is just an abandoned old village, I don't think there is any need to stay here.
The poor monk is eager, so let’s go into the desert at night and head to the ancient country of Gaochang! I’m afraid that walking will be even more difficult if we wait until dawn!”
"Master, don't worry!
This is the first stop we should come to!”,
Chen Zhi said softly and shined the flashlight downward.
Ahead is the door of a village house, where there is a large stone ladle, square and square, like a large bathtub.
The stone ladle was very strong. Although it had weathered over the years, the ladle was still covered with a thick layer of purple-red mud.
The purple-red color is black in the purple, and red in the black, which is very eye-catching.
Chen Zhi took out his dagger and squatted down, scraping a little purple mud from the bottom of the stone ladle. He put it to his nose and smelled it.
The strong smell of alcoholic fermentation hits your nostrils. This strong smell cannot be formed in several years or even decades...
And it is made by fermenting a large amount of grapes over many years.
"Do you remember the document I showed you?",
Chen Zhi asked the ghost sword next to him softly,
"In the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, a small village in a frontier area asked the organization for help, saying that a monster was killing the villagers.
The host sent six warriors before and after, but in the end they all broke their swords in the yellow sand, and the village disappeared from then on.
It is recorded in the materials that it is a small Uighur village located on the edge of the Flaming Mountains. It is a wine-making industry and is a well-known wine village.
If I guessed correctly, this is probably the ruins of the disappeared wine village!
If this is the case, then there must be something we need in this ruins!
Daozi, you are a samurai from Xiqi. You know the habits of samurai. Go in and find out!
Let's see if we can find any clues about the missing warriors three hundred years ago..."