While driving on the highway, we passed a self-service gas station for a short refueling.
While waiting, Zhou Shuo got out of the car and stood on the roadside with the professor.
The old man's voice was slightly hoarse and rough, as if he had seen through everything.
"You went in, right?"
The boy had no intention of hiding it. After all, the professor had been with him for so long and treated him as his own student.
"Um."
The hot sun cast two shadows behind them, and the wind was also mixed with dryness.
The old man's sparse white hair showed his age, but he was not angry and just asked calmly.
"What's it like inside?"
Zhou Shuo told the professor everything except the information about Ruan Mian, including the prosperity of the ancient country at that time.
After he finished speaking, the old man let out a barely audible breath, with a hint of regret on his wrinkled face.
"So do we need to expose this matter later and then find a professional team to conduct an excavation?"
The professor didn't respond, but squatted down.
I pulled up a stubbornly growing thorn from the roadside and put it in my pocket.
"Let's go. Let's keep this matter to ourselves and never mention it again."
Get in the car.
The Ligor Desert behind him was getting farther and farther away, and the boy said silently in his heart, "Goodbye."
The owner had left, and the bronze bell hanging in the ancient tomb rang, shaking out layers of ripples that were invisible to the naked eye.
The walls cracked, the buildings collapsed, and the mausoleum that had supported it for thousands of years disappeared.
Completely buried deep in the endless desert.
Zhou Shuo felt that Ruan Mian woke up from his dream, with sweat on his forehead.
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