At first, Chen Tao always thought that what Qianshu Hongde was holding was a bronze figure, but now when he went to identify the thing in his hand, he suddenly found that the thing was the beast box.
"It seems necessary to study that box."
Looking at Qianshu Hongde lying under the tree in the seventh rock painting, Chen Tao couldn't help but think of a series of strange dreams recently. Chen Tao couldn't help but shook his head.
"Qian Shu Hongde, Qian Shu Hongde, what do you want to tell me when you keep telling me dreams like this?"
When his eyes caught a glimpse of the corner of the rock painting, Chen Tao couldn't help but wonder: "Huh? Why is there a mouse painted here?"
Under the roots of the tree, a mouse peered at Qianshu Hongde lying on the stone platform. The mouse's body is white and yellow. These rock paintings should have been painted with colored materials before, but they have fallen off and oxidized after being in the cave for too long.
Feeling sleepy, Chen Tao had no intention of continuing to mess around. He turned off the computer and fell into bed.
The cool breeze blew through the cracks in the window, causing the gauze in front of the window to sway slightly. Chen Tao was sleeping deeply on the bed, his eyelids beating constantly.
In his dream, he met Qianshu Hongde again.
The endless sea of sand, the scorching sun above your head, makes the golden sand on the ground so hot that your skin will scald when you step on it.
A figure stumbled on the sand dunes, using his arms to block the dazzling sunlight from time to time.
This time, Chen Tao seemed to be just a spectator.
The heat wave swept across, hitting my face again and again, making my mouth and tongue dry. This dream turned out to be so real.
Boom...
With a muffled sound, Qian Shu Hongde fell heavily to the ground, and her body rolled down the sand dune uncontrollably, bringing sand along the way.
Dying?
Chen Tao thought, but he was just a bystander. He could only watch Qian Shu Hongde fall to the ground and be gradually buried in the sand, but he could not help at all.
Jingle bell…jingle bell…
Camel bells came slowly from behind, and a team came slowly on camels.
"@#￥@#￥@#"
A person in the front room shouted loudly, and everyone behind him followed him and walked this way.
"#@%#￥%#￥%!"
Another person shouted. Chen Tao couldn't understand what they were saying, but it seemed that he found someone lying here.
The camel team stopped, and three people rode camels and came to Qianshu Hongde's side.
"!@#!@#!@#!" One of them jumped off the camel, reached out and touched Qianshu Hongde's neck, and found that he was still alive. He turned around and shouted a few words to the person on the camel.
It was a woman, wearing a dark red robe with a slender waist and a tight waist. Her long golden hair was hidden in the clothes and hat. Her face was covered with a thin veil, only a pair of eyes were exposed. Although the woman is tightly wrapped, this does not affect her graceful figure and temperament at all, especially her eyes, with curved eyelashes, clear and moving, leaving no doubt about what is under the veil. A peerless face.
The woman was riding high on the back of the camel. She lowered her head and glanced at Qian Shu Hongde on the ground. Her eyelashes trembled slightly and she said something to the two people below. Her voice was as melodious as an oriole's cry, but her voice sounded like a human being. girl.
The two people on the ground carried Qian Shuhongde onto the camel, and the group left.
"Natisha...Natisha..."
The picture became distorted, and Qianshu Hongde's old and feeble call echoed in his mind, like a gentle murmur in his sleep.
...
"Uncle Long!"
Early the next morning, Chen Tao rushed into Uncle Long's room with a chicken coop on his head. He was so shocked that Uncle Long dropped his tea cup.
"You bastard, can you be gentler next time!" Uncle Long looked at the ceramic shards on the ground with distress, wishing he could slap Chen Tao on the face.
"I have made an important discovery!" Chen Tao couldn't help but said, dragging Uncle Long towards his room.
"What are you doing!" Uncle Long was confused by Chen Tao and didn't know which song he was singing.
As soon as he entered the door, Chen Tao couldn't wait to press Uncle Long in front of the computer and open yesterday's videos and photos.
"Uncle, look, what is this?" Chen Tao pointed at the last black shadow in the video.
"Isn't it just a wasteland? What else could there be?" Uncle Long looked puzzled.
"No, look at this thing!" Seeing that Uncle Long didn't understand what he meant, Chen Tao couldn't help but feel a little anxious.
How come such a big old Montenegro monster is floating here and you can't see it?
Seeing Chen Tao's serious look, Uncle Long stared at the picture in the player suspiciously.
"What are you looking at if you don't see anything?"
"No, here! Here! Can't you see such a big black shadow?" Chen Tao was anxious.
Uncle Long looked into Chen Tao's eyes with concern, raised his hand and waved it in front of his face: "Again... something went wrong again?"
"No...it's okay to ask questions." Chen Tao was so anxious.
"This is a video I took after we were attacked. Is this the thing that attacked us before?"
After hearing Chen Tao's reminder, Uncle Long immediately understood what Chen Tao meant and his expression became serious.
"I just saw a wasteland and nothing else."
"Okay, look at this again!" Chen Tao refused to give up and opened the one from Boss Zhang again.
"Look, is there someone on Zhang Furong's back?" Chen Tao clenched his fists.
"No..." Uncle Long shook his head in confusion.
"Here, he's laughing, don't you see?"
Uncle Long shook his head again.
Now, it was Chen Tao's turn to panic.
Why can't Uncle Long see it? Is there something wrong with my eyes?
"No, I think..." Uncle Long said seriously: "You are right."
"Is there really something?" Chen Tao looked puzzled.
"There are some things in this world that shouldn't exist. I've told you before." Uncle Long nodded seriously.
"Those things are invisible and cannot be seen or touched by ordinary people. It's like they don't exist at all." After a pause, Uncle Long continued: "Only the descendants of those people can see these things. "
"Who are they?" Chen Tao asked.
"Now is not the time to tell you. I can only tell you that those things are called spirits and are a special kind of existence."
"Ling... is it a ghost?" Looking at the dead face behind Boss Zhang, Chen Tao swallowed.
"There are no gods or ghosts in this world. Some are just unknowns!" Uncle Long said earnestly: "What you see is just the tip of the iceberg. There are too many secrets in this world... "
"Where's that box?" Uncle Long patted Chen Tao on the shoulder to tell him not to worry too much.
"Here, I'll get it!" As soon as he heard the box, Chen Tao jumped up and took out the beast box from his backpack.
The beast box is completely black and is exactly the same as the one left by his grandfather. It has an abstract and weird beast head, and its body is engraved with strange lines.
The only difference is that the material used in this box looks like stone but not stone, and looks like wood but not wood. It is very heavy in the hand and is no lighter than the metal beast box.
Uncle Long took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, then brought it to his ear and shook it gently a few times.
"There should be something inside that Qianshu Hongde can take with her for burial. It must be something extraordinary."
"Let me open it." Chen Tao took the box from Uncle Long's hand, touched along the edge for a long time, and finally found the doorway on the back of the Discovery Beast Box. Chen Tao placed the beast box on the table, pressed his fingers on the lid and pushed it hard.
Click...
There was a crisp sound, and the lid of the box was slowly pushed open.
"This is......"
The uncle and nephew looked at the contents in the box with surprised faces, and said nothing for a long time.
All I saw was a pile of sand inside the wooden box.
"Sand? Why is it sand?" Chen Tao was greatly disappointed, and all his original illusions were instantly shattered.
After narrowly escaping death, taking so many lives, all that came out was a box of sand?
"We must have been deceived!" Chen Tao stared blankly at the yellow sand in the box.
Uncle Long's brows furrowed into knots, and it was obvious that things were also beyond his expectations.
He reached out and pinched a little, pinched it between his fingers and gently twisted it again and again. After confirming that it was just ordinary yellow sand, Chen Tao's butt softened and he fell down on the edge of the bed.
"Sand..." Uncle Long seemed to be possessed. He held a few grains of yellow sand in his hand and kept mumbling in his mouth.
"Sand...why is it sand?"
Opening his eyes suddenly, Uncle Long seemed to have thought of something and sat up from the chair.
"Sand...sand! It's sand!"
