Golden Forbidden Land: I am at the highest level, exploring the secrets of immortality

I wonder, does that place really not exist? If Xiao Li's map really showed the specific location, what would follow would be an archaeological record that would shock the world.

That's something to talk about later.

But even though I left the desert, I was still a little worried because the white man, the weird man, disappeared and has not been seen since that time.

Who is that beautiful woman, the body? the ancients? Sometimes I can even feel their presence when I close my eyes.

But now, it is no longer known.

When I saw them again later, I felt even more frightened. It was really an unexpected scene.

We returned to Mingcheng, and then took Muzi to go directly to the friend introduced by Xiao Li.

The address showed a village.

We went to find the house where he lived, but it had been blown down by the wind. Where was there anyone?

He is no longer in that strange village, but has moved. Perhaps because the business is not good, craftsmen have to eat after all, and they must not focus purely on the spiritual level.

After several inquiries, I found out that he had moved. It was said that he had moved to a county town and opened a medical clinic.

When I looked for it, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.

I knocked on the door of a shabby shop in the middle of a very inconspicuous street.

It took a long time to open the door, but there was a man wearing slippers and smelling of sweat. He seemed to have been playing games all night.

I told the reason why we came, and he said that he was not free now and was upgrading to fight monsters, so he would talk about it during the day if he had anything to do.

I said it was introduced by his friend Xiao Li, and he asked how the boy was doing, so I told him about Xiao Li’s situation after what happened in the desert.

"This kid, I owe him a life, okay."

The man put Mu Zi on the hospital bed, looked at it, took some medicine, and asked me to fry it.

I saw so many things that I didn’t know when I would eat. He told me, who said to eat, just take a bath and soak for one night and it will be fine.

It's so magical.

The world is full of wonders, and sure enough, I boiled a large pot of medicine, and Muzi soaked it until dawn the next day, and then my body suddenly became full of energy. The man looked at it and said it was fine.

Then he yawned and went to sleep.

He played games all night long.

After Mu Zi and I thanked him, we left some money and left without him saying much.

A few weeks later.

The search and rescue team withdrew.

Return to the capital and prepare for some follow-up press conferences, and this time the archaeological plan is also declared complete.

The scriptures and some iconic Buddha statues from the eighteen caves were brought back, while the remaining cave paintings and some large statues were kept, and the on-site protection began to awaken.

Because I played an indispensable role in this archaeological project, the leaders of the big city met me several times. However, I know that these people mainly wanted to take credit, and they all shrank when the accident happened.

When it was time to receive the merit, they all stood up.

The city's routines are indeed deep.

For several days, I ran up and down, almost out of breath. There were even press conferences and interviews with some reporters, all asking questions about the archaeological process.

This time, I was almost the only one who came back intact. It seemed like they just believed me if I made up the history.

And everyone pretended to be enlightened. I repeated what I said yesterday every day, and it didn't stop until a week later.

The archaeological reporting along the Belt and Road has just come to an end.

I decided to go back to school.

It was almost September, and Muzi didn't go back to school with me. She said she had something to do and was leaving for a while.

And I'm also worried about Dakui and Mo Lan, whose whereabouts are unknown.

So I didn’t say anything.

In Mu Zi's words, Da Kui's yang energy is lacking, so it's best not to let him do archaeological work anymore, otherwise he will die. Yes, it was the same last time. I almost lost my soul when I went to my hometown. I don’t know if I can wake up this time.

It seems that this boy really has to be allowed to do what he does.

For example, being a driver like his dad?

The doctor diagnosed that Dakui had been hit in the brain and would be temporarily comatose for a period of time.

There are no other physical problems.

During this period, I knew nothing about what happened after the ancient Rakshasa Kingdom, nor did I know the experiences of Dakui and Mo Lan.

After a few days of leisure, I spent almost every day in the library.

Then I looked up some stories about the desert and rumors about the Silk Road, mainly to see if there was any news about that book. Generally, there would be more or less records of this.

However, I checked the information for several days and found nothing.

It seems like this history has been erased.

I was worried about what to do. Outside the library, there seemed to be a person staring at me. No matter how I moved, he would follow me. It was a terrible feeling to be watched from the dark.

I had to give up reading and prepare to find out why he was spying on me.