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

Just after the sandstorm, the door actually opened, but only a head poked out from inside. Then, the man got into the house very alertly.

"Someone."

Li Dakui said to me with a disappointed look on his face.

"You see, the wind and sand seem to be raging now. Let's find a place to hide."

Li Dakui reminded me.

Sure enough, the clouds in the sky were like mushroom clouds, and they were so dark that they looked like a demon that eats people without spitting out their bones.

"But now we don't know whether we are friends or foes."

I have lingering fears.

"The surrounding area is deserted. I think most of the people who come here are the dealers in cultural relics."

I analyzed.

"That's right."

Li Dakui nodded.

"But who is that person waiting for?"

I saw that person looking through the crack in the door, as if he was waiting for someone, and the only possibility was those people who sell cultural relics without seeing the dragon. Since the main purpose is to make money, they probably won’t refuse us.

"If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs."

I stared into the distance.

"Dingle bell!"

When I was thinking about a perfect way to enter this inn, I was worried that I had no idea. At this time, I heard the sound of a camel bell, which was just right.

Because I saw that there were about five or six people in that group, and they were all wrapped in white robes. I guess everyone here was dressed like this, mainly to protect themselves from wind and sand. And those people walked directly to the door of the inn.

This old-fashioned inn easily attracts others' attention.

"Dong dong dong."

He knocked on the door.

And I also memorized his secret code for knocking on the door.

That's right, knock on the door four times, pause, and knock three more times.

Finally, the door opened a crack, and he didn't say anything during this period. The group of people looked around for a while, but didn't seem to find anything. Of course, it was absolutely impossible to find us one kilometer away.

"They're in."

Li Dakui said.

"What do you think they do?"

I stared at the big and small bags of luggage, a little puzzled.

"Either they are on their way or they are cultural relic dealers. You must know that this is the core area of ​​the Silk Road. It has been abandoned for hundreds of years. Most of them started from the Silk Road in the north."

Li Dakui explained.

"Yes, this road has only recently reappeared in people's sight."

I sighed.

"Since it has always been covered in dust under the desert, it seems there must be something fishy."

I analyzed.

We led the horses directly and walked into the door of the inn. We pried open the door in the same way as them. The person who opened the door was an old man. He just covered his face with a towel, maybe because he was afraid of the wind and sand. .

But what was curious was that the man didn't seem to ask us any questions about our identities, nor did he say a word. He just opened the door and let us in.

The inside of the room is a very spacious room, filled with tables, chairs, etc., but it is very open and bright. I originally thought that this closed space would be very dark.

But it was beyond my expectation.

The ground was all paved with broken porcelain tiles, and the tables were also made of piled stones.

There seemed to be very few customers at this time. As soon as I entered the door, I only saw two strangers drinking.

One male and one female.

But none of them could see their faces clearly, and they all covered their faces with gauze scarves.

"please."

The old man then spoke and placed us directly in a room at the corner of the second floor.

It turns out that almost all of this upstairs is a place to stay.

Maybe it's because so few people come here that there's a lot of dust on the ground, but since it's made of stones, it doesn't matter.

"Who are..."

When we got to the door, the old man seemed to ask us.

"A businessman on his way."

I answered first.

"Yeah?"

The old man squinted his eyes slightly and looked at us, "Looking at your fair skin, it doesn't look like you."

I didn't know how to answer, but the old man just smiled and said, "Of course, as long as you abide by the rules here, it doesn't matter much."

Then he opened the door.

I guessed that the house must be filled with dust and musty smell, but to my surprise, the house was very clean and even had a faint fragrance.

But I have absolutely no idea what it tastes like.

It seems to be a kind of herb from the Western Regions, which is definitely rare to see in the Central Plains.

The smell was nice and not pungent.

The room is large enough for the two of us to live in. The bed is antique and all carefully carved from sandalwood wood. It is clear at a glance that the craftsmen have superb skills.

In addition, there is a table, a few chairs, and some carved patterns and decorative antiques.

"Welcome to Longmen Inn."

The old man said something when he left.

"I'm going to feed the horses first. If you have any instructions, just come downstairs." Then he heard hurried footsteps and he went downstairs.