Wushuang believed and half doubted, thinking that he had always heard that Mongolians were generous by nature and were all hunting masters. So many people were afraid of the single-handed shuffle fox and even named them the king of the desert. What kind of pride is this? No matter how powerful it is, it is just one, and it is just a stick to death...

"Brother, you always say that you follow the local customs. This time I think it's your turn. The Mongolians are divided into many different tribes. Although they all believe in shamanism, the beliefs of some tribes are diverse. You see, the pastures on the Gobi Desert are on the edge of the desert, so there will definitely be a desert lord in their faith. Maybe the shuffle fox is their belief. So, since they have said it, respect their faith."

Wushuang thought that the same was true. How could dozens of people be bullied by a beast like this? Unless it was offered to the god Daluo.

"Okay, but I won't let you go out at night, so I...why should I pee? It's not convenient for us to be together? Hehe..." He said without serious jokes.

"Brother! Annoying, are you ashamed? I see if your injury is enough and you are almost starting to show off again?" Ma Ya slapped him.

Although life in this pasture is hard, it is rare to be leisurely. Wushuang smokes cigarettes during the day and listens to the old herdsmen telling legendary stories in the desert.

In these stories, without exception, they all mention a place. It is said that that place is at the center of the Death Desert, which is a sand city. I don’t know when it was left behind. In short, it was there when there was a Death Desert. Many evil legends and ghosts in the desert extend from the sand city.

And the most evil thing is that not everyone can see the sand city. Many foreign experts and scholars have been stationed in this pasture all year round. Whenever the weather is clear, they go to the desert to explore the sand city, but they have never found it. Not to mention them, even the local herders have never had the chance to see it once in their lifetime. It is said that only those who are destined to be lost in the desert can see the sand city, and they will not come back alive after seeing the sand city.

"Can it be a mirage in the desert?" Wushuang asked.

"No, the sand city of the Dead Desert really exists. It is the holy place for the living herdsmen in several pastures near the desert. It is the reflection of heaven left in the world." Uenqi firmly believes in this legend.

Many local herders would have a full meal when they were dying, and then took enough Tamsui to walk into the desert of death step by step to find the reflection of heaven. They believed that only there was their eternal pure land and could wash away the dregs of their souls.

But that's it, since it's called Dead Desert, it must have its terrible points. The desert is cruel and ruthless. Countless old people walked into Dead Desert, but very few people found that sand city, and most of them turned into a pile of dead bones in the desert.

More than half a century ago, the Japanese army was invading Mongolia and sent three divisions to enter north from the Korqin grassland. On the way, they crossed the Death Desert in order to reduce the time of the march. However, the three divisions, nearly tens of thousands of large troops, were completely swallowed up by the Death Desert, and none of them came out alive.

Just imagine, the little Japanese are well-equipped and must have brought enough Tamsui River dry food. Their attack was in autumn, and there were few sandstorms in autumn. So how did they disappear?

Some people say that they found the legendary Sand City and were taken away by the Lord of the Desert.

"There is no one who dies from the north? Isn't it this desert of death? No wonder this poem says so, "There is no one who dies? The tens of thousands of Japanese troops disappeared. Oh my God, this is so terrible!" Wushuang sighed at the ruthlessness of nature.

Wushuang also did his homework before coming. He said that according to official history, the Death Desert north of the Korqin Grassland is the center of the regime ruled by the Rouran people back then. If you guessed it wrong, the sand city in the Mongolian people should be the ruins of the Khan Court in the capital of Rouran.

"You mean, where should the end of our trip be?" Ma Ya asked him.

"I can't judge this, but only by finding the legendary Sand City can you see whether the corresponding geographical landscape there is the same as the one drawn on the sheepskin map. But I can't understand why the Sand City appears and disappears from time to time? The buildings are always fixed, is it a human illusion? Or is there some unknown mysterious force hidden in the sand and then move it?"

Ma Ya shrugged and said to herself, "The uneasy man has not healed the wound on his back, but he has started to worry about it again." He is really a thief, but he is a thief, and I am a thief."

"When will the sandstorm stop?" Wushuang is a person who can't stop and is now looking forward to this magical journey.

"Haha...you save it. This sandstorm will not stop for a week. I see, just stop and recover from the injury here." Ma Ya took a dry lamb leg and stuffed it into Wushuang's mouth.

The next day, the wind and sand became stronger and more violent. After pushing open the door of the yurt and walking out, the wind and sand in the sky drilled into the nostrils. A ball of yellow sand could be dug out with a finger.

Early in the morning, Wushuang habitually slept in. In the past, this playboy never had his eyes open until ten o'clock in the morning.

"Brother? Get up, get up! It's time to have breakfast!" Ma Ya pushed him hard, and he was so lazy that he closed his eyes like a pig and drilled his head into the quilt.

The hardworking Mongolians usually get up very early. They drove their livestock to herd at dawn, but the weather is now bad. Not only can people not leave the door, but even the livestock have to be frustrated in the tram.

Wushuang was confused and heard the sound of crying from the ranch in somewhere.

"I'm so annoying. How about I crying when I don't sleep early in the morning?" Wushuang sat up lazily from the bed.

"Brother, we are guests, don't let the fellow villagers hear these words." Ma Ya blamed him.

"I know, I know, go and see what happened."

Ma Ya put on her clothes and walked out on her face with the scarf. After a while, she ran back with the wind and sand. After entering the house, her first sign was to take off the scarf and shake her head. Although she followed the scarf, she went out for less than ten minutes and her hair was covered with sand. She shook her head and raked her head. It was hard for this girl, she was usually very clean.

Wushuang hurriedly wiped her face with a wet towel, and Ma Ya looked panting and panicked.

"What the hell is wrong? It depends on your absent-mindedness."
Chapter completed!