ghost market

Where there is light, there is shadow, and areas covered by shadows are often the best places to hide secrets, even if they come close to the light.

When we were close to the light, we drove off the main road and continued along the branch road, and then we were confused by a mound of dirt blocking our view.

These mounds are numerous and in random order.The path that originally led directly to the village suddenly disappeared in front of the mound. At first glance, it seemed that the path was completely buried by the mound suddenly raised from the ground.The size of the mounds varies from small to large, and almost every spier of the mound is covered with some branches that stretch out indiscriminately, many of which are tied with rags, as if a group of unknown monsters are moving in the dark with the wind. Dancing, teeth and claws.

Xiaoqian said that these mounds are called "maza", which means tomb in Uighur.

In fact, it is not accurate to call these mounds Mazar.According to Xiaoqian, the word Mazha originally referred to the meaning of "the tomb of a saint" and would not be used for the tombs of ordinary people.Moreover, in the early days, mosques were basically built around Mazar for believers to gather and worship, thus forming a unique set of "Mazar culture". [

Times are changing, and people's hearts are naturally changing.The meaning of the word Mazar has become less clear in recent years. Almost all graves in Uyghur areas are called this way. Of course, this name is basically among travelers who do not have a deep understanding of the local culture. spread.

"The distance between this Mazar and the village is very inappropriate, and the density is very high. It doesn't look like a group of tombs formed according to traditional customs, but more like a deliberate 'work' to highlight certain cultural elements..." After briefing us about the "Mazha Culture", Xiaoqian shook her head with a non-worried expression on her face. "Mosques, naan pits, cross-street buildings... I now feel that we may see these things soon. Here, maybe it is not much different from other open Uighur villages."

Xiaoqian's worry made the air inside the car much heavier again.Along the way, we have seen too much lack of culture in these surrounding attractions.Although the appearance of these places has not changed much and has not been exaggerated to the point of completely departing from the style of the Uyghur region, their inner character has shown a considerable difference from the inherent nature of the desert, like a group of rebellious youths who no longer value tradition yyng It's a pity.

Perhaps, in these gradually detached from their own meaning.The place that has gradually become exhibition-based still retains some profound traditions, but unfortunately, except for those customs that are as obvious as "label" yyng, it is difficult for us who can only glance at the flowers to dig out those profound parts.In fact, I just hope that I can touch a little bit of different rumors, and maybe I can find something out of it.However, this hope has so far failed to see the slightest light.Although the village in front is brightly lit, it is very likely to be dark again for us.

I touched my nose.He suppressed the restlessness in his heart.The car started again under my control, and continued along the path that seemed to be flooded with graves.

In order to avoid those big and small messes in random order, the originally straight path was designed as a twisted and serpentine road.The car followed these turns around one dark graveyard after another, the distance was so close that even the rags tied to the branches could vaguely see the color.Perhaps, the original intention of this road is not only respect for the dead, but it also has some guiding elements, just like looking for an exit in a large shopping mall, you have to go through those shops that you are not interested in at all.

If in the daytime.This distance produces no discomfort, and even excites many true travellers.I repeatedly lamented the different cultures with different styles.However, walking through this dark cemetery in the dark night is obviously not so comfortable.Although those burrows are not as big as hillocks, their shadows are enough to hide a lot of things.

For example, one person!

The black shadow that suddenly flashed in the rearview mirror made my heart tense, and I subconsciously stepped on the brakes and turned my head to look.Unfortunately.My eyes could no longer catch anything.

"Old Seven! What's the matter?" Yan Daojie asked anxiously, reaching out to press the gun by his waist and turning his head to look around.

Ruan Yu in the back seat also made a warning action at the same time, but she didn't ask any questions, but looked at me suspiciously after searching for the fruit.

"It's nothing, maybe some kind of animal jumped over." I squinted my eyes.Then continue to drive forward as if nothing happened.

We'll be watching you!

The words written in the mail by the bloody man kept circling in my mind.The black shadow just now belonged to them?Or is it my illusion?

In any case, I have a faint feeling in my heart that the stalemate will be broken in the village ahead.There must be something waiting for us!

A few minutes later, the car drove into the village.

We found a hotel under the guidance of passers-by, completed the check-in procedures, and put our luggage away. Then we went out to visit according to the original plan, and settled for dinner by the way.

Because of the huge size of our country, there is actually a two-hour time difference between where we are now and Beijing.For the convenience of life, the whole country uses Beijing time as the standard. However, people's daily routines are quite different because of this.The daily work and rest time here in Xinjiang is generally two hours longer than that in Beijing. Although my watch shows that it is already late at night, the place under my feet is the busiest time at night.

In order to avoid the intense heat of the desert climate, there are far more people in the market at this time than during the day, and the scope for inquiring about news is naturally much larger.So, as soon as we left the hotel, we headed straight to the busiest neighborhood here. [

As soon as we stepped onto the street, the aroma of barbecue wafted over amidst the noisy hawking, and immediately made us feel empty in our hungry stomachs, so we had to find a nearby shop to satisfy our hunger.Surprisingly, in addition to the daily barbecues of Uighur compatriots, there are many typical Luobu food such as "red willow grilled fish" in this shop.

This discovery immediately gave us a lot of confidence in the preservation of folk customs in this place. Xiaoqian even started working immediately after taking a few bites of food, and started to inquire under the banner of the Department of Archeology of Peking University.Unfortunately, the result is still nothing.In desperation, we had no choice but to leave this small shop without delay, like we have been doing yyng recently, and slowly search for clues in the process of shopping.

The reputation of the Luobu village at the foot is not as loud as that in Yuli County, but because it is the closest to the birthplace of the Luobu people, there are quite a few tourists coming and going.Therefore, although this street market is not crowded, it is at least bustling.

Uighur embroidered caps, handmade woolen blankets, wood carvings, machetes... We moved slowly along the crowd, visiting each shop one by one, and at the same time chatted with the shop owner by looking at these handicrafts, and inquired about it without any trace. with news.This village is indeed somewhat different from other places. In addition to some ordinary Uighur handicrafts, we can occasionally see some objects with the characteristics of the Rob people.However, there has never been much gain about that lost Rob language.

The street market in the village was not long at all, and it gradually came to an end after a short walk.As the main searcher, Xiaoqian's expression became more and more gloomy, and everyone's mood inevitably became heavy.

Is there no result again? !This is already the last location in our plan, if we still get nothing, what should we do next?

An extreme irritability rushed to my heart, which made me lose interest in entering the next store.I waved to my teammates, then found a slightly open place to stop, lit a cigarette and thought silently.

The cigarette was half burned, and the gray-white smoke was lingering in front of my eyes, which seemed quite disturbing.I frowned and took the cigarette from my mouth, subconsciously turned my head to the side, and then my eyes suddenly froze.

In the crowd not far away, there was a slightly familiar figure walking away. After a few seconds, I suddenly remembered that this figure seemed to be the one I saw in the hotel in Ruoqiang County a few days ago.

It's him? !

After seeing this figure again after many days, it still feels familiar. This situation immediately made me realize that it was very unusual.More importantly, the premonition before entering the village suddenly became stronger at this moment, as if some kind of big event was about to come!

I hastily dropped the cigarette and raised my legs to chase after that figure.At this moment, Xiaoqian's exclamation suddenly came from beside me.

"Hey? Where did this... come from?" Xiaoqian, who was walking towards me, stood there in surprise, holding a backpack in one hand, and a folded note in the other. This item was found in the backpack.

Ruan Yu and Yan Daojie who were walking in front of her quickly leaned over upon hearing this.Seeing that she was not in any danger, I hurriedly turned around and planned to continue chasing that suspicious figure.However, after only a few seconds of delay, that figure from the back has disappeared without a trace, as if no trace of yyng evaporated in an instant.

Frowning severely, I reluctantly turned and walked towards my teammates.As soon as I approached, I found that the atmosphere around them was a bit wrong, and everyone seemed to be frowning much more tightly than me.

"What's going on?" I asked.

Everyone didn't reply, they just looked at me solemnly, and Ruan Yu, who was holding the note, handed it over immediately.I took the note suspiciously and unfolded it. Immediately, I felt a surge of hot blood rushing to the top of my head, as if I had suddenly poured down a large glass of strong wine.

I saw that the note said:

Bathihar

Lop Nur Town, Adasi Tavern

slamturkhon

The premonition became reality.An extremely momentous event happened suddenly and in an inexplicable way. (To be continued...)[