The second city in the second canyon.
"Why are there two abandoned cities?" I asked Meng Qisheng.
The old monk looked back at me and said lightly: "Guess how I knew it."
I thought about it, and it’s actually pretty good to guess that Meng Qisheng spent nearly a hundred years in the Helan Mountains of Inner Mongolia. According to him, he was just a chess played by Ning Hanqing. Ning Hanqing had gone to Inner Mongolia to meet him before his death. Many years ago, Ning Hanqing somehow entered the system of the Republic and used the power of the state apparatus to come here. Obviously, Ning Hanqing told Meng Qisheng about the situation, for the sake of the future chess game.
"My grandfather told you?"
Meng Qisheng glanced at me unpredictably and smiled: "You are not too stupid, but you still haven't guessed the idea."
I asked again, but he didn't say anything.
"It's not a big secret, but I'd better be more careful." While speaking, he looked at Fang Jindong, obviously distrusting him.
Meng Qisheng's attitude towards me is very subtle, basically knowing everything, and he has never done anything unfavorable to me. And what is the reason why I have been vigilant against him? I thought about it and found that I was only defending him because of his appalling past.
In fact, in the final analysis, he has not yet shown a threat to me.
"Are you so sure that everyone else has entered the other abandoned city?"
At this moment, we have crossed the open area outside the abandoned city, close to the building on its edge.
Meng Qisheng squinted his eyes and looked at the ruins close at hand, "It's not too sure, but Ning's historical methods will definitely be fooled."
He walked in the forefront. After Wang Di broke, he actually guarded against me and left quietly.
The scale of this city is not small, and you can't see the end at a glance. The style of the building is basically no longer visible in the ages, but it is basically certain that the construction period of this city is definitely not in modern times, and even has been abandoned for many years in modern times.
The stone-brick streets are overgrown with weeds, but you can still see the traces of the carriages rolling over all the year round. The houses on both sides of the street have collapsed, leaving only broken walls. Looking from a distance, it was shocking. The vicissitudes of life and sadness filled the ruins among the ashes.
Why is there a city of such a scale in the deep mountains? Whose person, or group of people, built such an isolated city? What caused its ultimate decline. What are future generations looking for
The street is not wide. Because it hasn't been taken care of all year round, the stone bricks in some areas have been broken by trees, and the roots and branches are completely unrecognizable.
"Where are we going?" I asked. "
"The kid surnamed Bai should have already told you about the fourth floor of Bai. I wonder if you have talked about what is in the center of this city?"
"Speaking of it, it is a huge open space. A stone palace was built in the center of the open space, and there are many vines."
Meng Qisheng laughed and said, "He says everything, but that's still what it was then. As for now, the palace no longer exists. It has been flattened. We just want to go there."
In these few days, I have about Meng Qisheng’s speaking style. He basically answers all questions, but he only answers once and will say everything that should be said, but when you follow up, he won’t say it.
"But before that, we still have some small troubles." Meng Qisheng said.
"What's the trouble?"
He tilted his head, and I followed the direction to look over. In the ruins in the distance, there seemed to be a dense group of dark shadows surrounding him. (End of this chapter)