Two thousand years later, on the other side of the big screen, on the other side of the Lop Nur Lake, among the green reeds, Qin Beiyang was also watching.

The girl in the light and shadow looks familiar. Isn’t it the girl who sings the ancient Loulan song on the canoe in Luobu Nur?

He also recognized the Han man riding a horse.

Qin Beiyang followed Ban Chao and ran wildly in the endless tomb passage from the streets of Loulan City, the palace of King Shanshan, and the smoke and dust of the Silk Road. He carried the bloody horse, the Secret God, the Nine Colors of the Tomb Town beast, and the White Russian beauty Kajia, and ran wildly in the boundless tomb passage until the waterside where the white cranes soared.

Yingka, carrying a bow and arrow, left, and the water surface began to boil slowly, and the huge shadow of something appeared and disappeared under the water...

He tiptoed to approach, unable to distinguish between reality and illusion. He was about to touch a pool of clear water with his fingertips, and the phantom disappeared.

The end, the end, the lights are on.

Opposite Qin Beiyang was Li Longsheng, who was so close that he was in a half-squatting position, reaching his hands towards the ground, almost meeting his head.

Li Longsheng sat down on the ground, not understanding how he could see Qin Beiyang's face? It was probably also an illusion. There are also Kajia, Jiuse and the Seok God behind him.

"Beiyang."

The little prince Timur exclaimed, crossing the non-existent barrier and grabbing his hands.

Hot! Live! Real real person! Not a phantom.

After nearly two months of separation, it was like decades apart, they hugged each other and smelled the smell of sweat on their bodies.

Professor Wang Jiawei also came up to hug him. To be honest, no one expected to see Qin Beiyang who was alive.

The little prince also asked Kajia about his well-being. The young widow of Belarus had learned a few simple Chinese words: "I am still alive!"

Only Sven Heding frowned: "How did they come in?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Heding, he was not here to destroy the archaeological team, he entered the ancient tomb to save his life."

Li Longsheng was still sitting on the ground, observing Qin Beiyang and Kajia coldly, and the nine colors that turned into young Qilin tomb-controlling beasts.

Someone exclaimed loudly: "What is that?"

Following the sound, everyone held up torches, stepped through the camels and people's bodies, and could vaguely identify the two huge tomb doors.

There are two relief statues of the Heavenly King wearing armor, holding a treasure stick in the right hand and holding a pagoda in the left hand.

"Isn't this the father of the third prince of Nezha, the King of Tota?"

The little prince came out and Professor Wang Jiawei knocked his head, not caring about being a prince or a member of parliament.

"You are still my student! The Tota Heavenly King is commonly known as the common people, and the big one is the Visar Monk Heavenly King."

"The Visar Monastery, worshipped by Kenshin of Echigo's dragon."

Qin Beiyang had been to high school in Japan, and the "Bizi flag" of the battle between Kawaakashima appeared in his mind.

"The Visarman Heavenly King, also known as the Great King of the North, is one of the four great kings of Buddhism. The Visarman Heavenly King is both a guardian god, a knowledge god, and a wealth god." Professor Wang is a lay Buddhist at Biyun Temple in Beijing and is naturally proficient in Buddhism. "Many countries in the Western Regions believe in the Visarman Heavenly King, such as King Khotan, who calls himself the Visarman Heavenly King."

"I think the Loulan people believe in the Visar Monastery to suppress the divine dragon in the Lop Nur Swamp."

Li Longsheng added, remembering the legend that Yingka told him.

"This is the ancient tomb of Loulan that I missed twenty years ago."

Sven Heding staggered to the door of the tomb chamber and boldly touched the stone door knocker.

In 1900, the Swedish explorer discovered the ancient city of Loulan, but did not discover the legendary ancient tomb of Loulan, which became the biggest regret in his life. Twenty years later, he set foot on the Silk Road again and returned to Lop Nur with the goal of this lost tomb.

Sven Heding ordered a move.

Qin Beiyang wanted to stop him, but was locked by the little prince: "Beiyang, we are not robbing tombs, but scientific archaeology."

Professor Wang skillfully opened the door stone and pushed open the door leaf. The fire flashed and shone, illuminating a real tomb passage.

Sven Heding, Wang Jiawei, Li Longsheng, Xiaojun Wang, and Qin Beiyang broke into the tomb. The remaining people, including Sweat and Blood Horse and Kajia, were all waiting outside. Only Jiuse followed the master, and he was in a row, with snow-white deer antlers on his head, spitting out glass fireballs to illuminate.

Swedish explorers felt incredible about the tomb-camped beast. Qin Beiyang remained silent. The little prince said in English in a show of flaunting way: "This is China's tomb-camped beast, which is ever-changing and has infinite power."

"Over the years, I have heard of the 'soul mechanical body', and I have also heard that the French military transformed the Chinese tomb-controlling beast, and even caused a major disaster in the Palace of Versailles during the Paris Peace Conference." Sven Heding half-squatted down to observe the nine-colored scales, "but I never thought of witnessing the living tomb-controlling beast with my own eyes!"

When we entered a spacious tomb, the glass fireball illuminated the ceiling, which was filled with dark blue ripples painted by mineral pigments. Everyone raised their necks and saw aquatic plants, water birds, fish and shrimps depicted in the ripples...

"The disappearing Lop Nur Lake." Li Longsheng saw the clue, "Why should I draw it above the tomb? Because in ancient times, the bottom of the lake was above our heads."

He said it again in German, and Sven Heding nodded and replied in German: "Yes, the surviving Robnur today is just a small lake compared to the Lop Nur Lake two thousand years ago."

The tomb chamber was filled with burial objects. First of all, there were silks and satin. The archaeological team did not dare to use open fire, but used horse lanterns to illuminate them to identify textiles common in Han tombs such as Changle Daming Light Brocade, prolonging life and protecting descendants, and Shiwuji Brocade.

Two thousand years have been frozen in the murals, including the desolate and tragic style of Han portrait stones, the original style of the Western Regions, and the Hellenistic art of Kendra after the Eastern Expedition of Alexander the Great.

Qin Beiyang discovered that there was a plot in the mural. The beginning was a snake and a pheasant mating, which violated the evil of nature. The specific scene was indescribable. It was snowing heavily in the background, probably in the first month. The second picture, whether it was a snake or a pheasant, lay a small egg, which attracted thunderstorms all over the sky. The egg was not broken, buried in the yellow sand, and the sand turned into a coiled snake shape. The third picture, the world changed, the yellow earth wrapped in the egg turned into a stone, and it flew towards the sky. The eggshell shattered under the moonlight, and turned into a dragon, falling into the vast lake in the desert...

"Is this what Yingka calls a dragon?"

Li Longsheng and Qin Beiyang stood side by side in front of the mural.

Since the Red Mountain Jade Dragon 5,000 years ago, the dragon has not only been the totem of the Chinese Han people, but also believed by many different ethnic groups.

The lights gradually illuminated the entire tomb, and the little prince's scream came: "A ship!"

Everyone gathered around, a few long wooden boards, the bow and stern were raised high, painted with colorful dragon patterns. Isn’t it the canoe of the Loulan people?

"No, this is a wooden coffin carved into a boat."

Qin Beiyang remembered the coffin transformed by a pirate ship on the crater of the Vikings' tombs.

Siven Heding was carrying an archaeological pickaxe and was about to open the Loulan boat coffin himself, but his feet were tripped and he fell into a messy dog ​​chewing shit.

Li Longsheng hurriedly helped him up, but found that the Swedish was a big snake.

No, it is thicker than a python, and is like a bucket-like body, covered with black hard scales, lingering around the boat-shaped wooden coffin, like a circle of spirals, and even makes people feel densely feared under the light of fire.

Qin Beiyang leaned over and smelled a fishy smell. The scales moved slightly, like breathing skin, which scared everyone backed away.
Chapter completed!