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I watched the sheepskin book fall to the foot of the mountain, and I was very upset. The prophet's prophecy was very clear. When the sheepskin book landed, a sandstorm that swallowed Mount Zagrama would happen. I was really afraid of anything I was afraid of.

At this point, I had to say that the sky was fate. My hands and feet climbed up to the top of the mountain. Suddenly, I heard a shrill woman crying behind me, which sounded in my ears. The sound seemed to be there or not, and was almost unheard of the collapse of the rocks, but it was directly pointed at the hearts of people.

The sound seemed to be from the little girl Ye Yixin. My body suddenly became heavy, and a force was pulling me down, trying to pull me down the mountain.

My hair stood upside down, and there was indeed a ghost. At this time, half of the sun in the desert had sunk into the western horizon. The place I was in was in the shadow of the mountain, and there were black stones around it. At this moment, I really felt the gate of hell.

I struggled to climb to the top of the mountain, but the rocks on my feet had collapsed. I could only use the strength of my hands to hold the mountain tightly and could not look back. However, even if I could look back, I didn't want to look. Maybe if I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to hold my hands firmly, I would have to fall into the ghost cave below.

I tried my best to suppress the crying, but the crying sounds in my ears became more and more sad, and the sounds pierced the hearts. I felt sore in my heart and my body became heavier. I couldn't help but want to let go.

Fatty and Shirley Yang saw that I was so dizzy that I was not very close to each other at the top of the mountain. They wanted to reach out and pull me up, but the distance was a little far away. Seeing that the cracks in the mountain expanded, the whole mountain would fall into a blink of an eye. There was no rope at hand, so they had to untied their belts and hang down.

I was greeted by the two people above, as if I had been poured with a bucket of cold water during the holidays. My whole body was ignited and I woke up. The crying sounds in my ears disappeared, and the pulling power behind me disappeared. I didn't dare to delay it anymore, so I grabbed the fat man's belt and climbed to the top of the mountain.

The sunset in the desert has become blurred, with breezes carrying fine sand blew by, and an unknown shadow was shrouded in the sky and the earth. Old Man An Liman once said before that this kind of wind is a signal of the coming of a black sandstorm. The Prophet predicted that the end of Zagrama finally came.

The fat man and I raised Professor Chen. The old man had no reaction at this time. He was at the mercy of others like a puppet. If you pull him, he would follow you. He didn't know how tired he was, but he couldn't stop. Once he stopped, he would sit on the ground and couldn't stand up.

I could only drag and pull, and run down the mountain. The mountain near Jingjue Ancient City had completely collapsed. The huge mountain in half was just covered by the ghost cave, blocking the entrance of the cave forever. On this side of our downhill was the entrance of the Zaglama Valley. We thought that after we came down, we would pass through the valley to meet Anliman's camel fleet. Although the sandstorm had begun, if there were no camels, we would not be able to run out with No. 11 alone.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived at the foot of the mountain, I heard the sound of hooves in the valley. The old man An Liman looked panicked and was shouting loudly, driving the camel out.

The fat man cursed: "Old man, you and Hu Dafa's vows are farts."

An Liman didn't expect us to appear at the entrance of the valley and hurriedly said, "Praise Allah, it seems that it must be Hu Da's arrangement to meet here."

We didn't bother to talk to him, so we carried Professor Chen onto the camel and found one to climb up. An Liman chased and asked where the rest of the people were.

I said, "Don't mention it, it's gone. Now isn't the time to talk about these things. How can you avoid the big sandstorm? Just take everyone there quickly."

The sky was completely dark. This time it was a wind pillar. The wind eyes seemed to be a ghost cave in the mountains. The wind power was gradually increasing, and the face was hurt by the sand. Old Man An Liman didn't expect that this big sandstorm would come so quickly. There was no sign in the past. Apart from the ruins of Zaglama and Jingjue Ancient City, there was no place to hide in the vast desert. However, since it was a wind pillar, the farther away from the wind eyes, the safer it was. Just identify the direction and keep running. Whether you can escape depends on the mood of Hu Da.

Old man An Liman whistled a long bell and whistled, picked up a gas lamp as a signal, rode the camel to lead the way, and fled west with the camel caravan.

At first I heard strange sounds behind me, as if they were crying and howling from ghosts and wolves, and as if they were waving in the sea. In an instant, the strong wind was covered with sand and dust. In addition, it was dark, and the visibility was extremely low. Although I covered my mouth with a headscarf, I still felt that countless sand and stones were pouring into my ears and noses.

After running for a long distance, the camels gradually stopped obeying the command. An Liman asked the camels to stop. At this time, he could no longer hear anyone saying anything. He made a few gestures and gathered the frightened camels into a circle.

I think what he meant was that if he ran, the camel team would run away. Once the team dispersed, no one would survive. Now he had to build a sand-proof wall on the spot, and the people hid among the camels. All they had to do was pray to Hu Da.

I nodded to him and expressed my understanding. The team gathered in a relatively high terrain and asked Shirley Yang to wrap Professor Chen in a blanket to avoid the sandstorm on the spot.

The fat man and I tried our best to shovel the sand. After the old man An Liman set up the camels, he also came to help. He built a simple sand-proof wall around the camels, and then covered the camels with a blanket to prevent them from being frightened and fled. Everyone also wrapped the blankets together.

Fortunately, I have left the eye of the wind. The wind and sand on the edge of the sandstorm are already so powerful that people may be torn to pieces near the eye of the wind.

An Liman's camels are all more experienced. When they gather together, they will no longer panic. Some of them are buried by sand, and they will shake their bodies and move up a little, so that they will not be completely buried by sand.

It was not until the next morning that the wind and sand gradually subsided. We kept digging the sand protection wall this night, and we were exhausted. Seeing that the sandstorm had passed, we dared to stand up and look out. There were dunes like waves around us, and the yellow sand was blown out by the wind, and the frozen ripples were all covered with the same scenery around us.

Jingjue Ancient City, the black Zagrama Mountain, the queen's coffin, the corpse-scented konjac, the tombs of the prophets and the saints, as well as countless unknown secrets in ancient times, as well as Hao Aiguo, Ye Yixin, Chu Jian, and Sardin Peng, were all buried in the depths of the yellow sand forever.

Professor Chen also poked his head out of the blanket and looked at the sky and smiled foolishly. Shirley Yang went over to caress the sand on Professor Chen's head. An Liman knelt on the ground and prayed, thanking Hu Da for his kindness. The fat man opened all his bags for water. In the end, he found nothing. He spread his hands at me and made a helpless expression.

The sun slowly rises in mid-air, gradually emitting vicious heat, plundering the water of the human body.

I shook my head helplessly, just for escaping my life, and I didn't think about the water at all. And I crossed the safe return point seven days ago. Now I want to go back, it's not easy. The passage to the Zidu River has been completely buried. With just a few of us, we can't dig it open, and there is no drop of water. I'm afraid I can't hold on for a day in the desert. Drinking salted sand nest water and camel blood is not a solution. When I think of the tragic situation of dying in the desert, I feel that it's better to die in a ghost cave.
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