Following the man, Shirley Yang spoke slowly from the side.
"I seem to have encountered this scene before, that's right! It was at Brother Zhang's house, I saw my father, and the coffin buried in the hole!"
"It's strange, why would this happen at your house? Could it really be a dream?"
Shirley Yang said from the side, her large eyes flickered, and she looked at Zhang Tian. She already had an answer in her heart. Zhang Tian touched his cheek.
"It might be a dream, don't think too much about it."
Shirley Yang squinted at Zhang Tian. Indeed, Zhang Tian also knew this formation. It was definitely not a dream last time!
"Old brother, what's your name."
Hu Bayi looked at the middle-aged man in front of him from the side.
"My name, sigh, I've forgotten it over time, but I remember other things very clearly."
The man said, looking dazed. He couldn't remember his own name at all.
At this moment, Zhang Tian was even more certain that this guy was the same as the Loulan people in the mist. These people should have had similar experiences.
"Then can you tell me about the historical legends of the ancient city of Loulan?"
Zhang Tian looked around. It was clearly a vast and prosperous city. He had almost forgotten its dilapidated appearance before.
"Our Loulan kingdom, oh, it was a great nation that held a place in this desert."
"We were in charge of pastures and weapons supply for the surrounding countries. Our Loulan kingdom valued peace above all else and had friendly relations with many surrounding countries."
The man said, with a hint of pride and confidence on his face.
After all, being able to befriend multiple small towns and monopolize certain things, how could he not feel proud?
Zhang Tian nodded, then looked around. He indeed saw some blacksmith shops, and they were everywhere.
"You don't know, even the Jingjue kingdom, when they came to our Loulan kingdom, they had to show respect. Our relationship with the Jingjue kingdom has always been very good."
"They also have resident ministers in our Loulan kingdom and have close interactions with us, so you don't need to worry about our Loulan kingdom being very dangerous."
The man said, laughing heartily.
He led Zhang Tian and the others on the street. Some people on the street even saluted when they saw Zhang Tian and the others.
It looked like a living, courteous nation.
"A courteous nation, which eventually turned into a den of ten thousand ghosts, how is this possible."
Zhang Tian took a breath. The formation of a den of ten thousand ghosts was extremely difficult, let alone the number of deaths. Moreover, every person must have resentment in their hearts.
Only in places with deep resentment could a ghost den be formed.
However, Zhang Tian looked at the people in the city, and everyone had a happy and proud expression on their faces.
It was such a proud nation that turned into a ghost den, which Zhang Tian found hard to accept.
"Boss, it's a courteous nation. Fatty likes Liu Bei the most, so courteous. How wise is his son? Hu Lao, who do you like?"
"Zhao Yun, hmm, that's not right, Fatty, shouldn't you like Cao Cao?"
Hu Bayi glanced at Fatty.
"Can't compare. Cao Cao has so many concubines, but our Fatty is devoted. We can't compare."
Fatty chuckled, and Hu Bayi rolled his eyes at him.
"Boss, it seems something has happened here."
Hu Bayi said softly, and Zhang Tian nodded. He vaguely felt it was related to the Jingjue kingdom.
"By the way, old brother, can you take us to the largest and best blacksmith shop in the city?"
Zhang Tian said with a smile. The middle-aged man's expression changed slightly upon hearing this.
"Guests, it's not that I don't want to take you, but I really can't. At this time, the imperial censors of the Jingjue kingdom are in the shop, and no one dares to go."
The man said, and Zhang Tian looked confused.
"Imperial censor? What is that?"
"Lord Imperial Censor is an envoy sent by the Jingjue kingdom. It is said that he is a master of the Ghost Cave Tribe. Let's not go."
The man said, and Zhang Tian nodded, saying nothing more.
"Boss, we learned from the murals of Prince Gu Mo before that there is also a person from the Ghost Cave Tribe in Loulan, and this Heavenly Master should be him."
Hu Bayi whispered.
Zhang Tian nodded slightly.
He vaguely felt that the reason for Loulan's current state might be related to that Heavenly Master.
Afterwards, the man took Zhang Tian and the others around the most prosperous part of the city.
During this time, Zhang Tian saw all sorts of scenes, and he even saw some girls getting married, which broadened his horizons.
"Thank you, here's a gold coin."
Zhang Tian handed out a gold coin.
The man's face showed excitement upon seeing the gold coin.
"Thank you, guests. If you need anything, just ask me, and I will spare no effort."
The man said, took the money, and ran away quickly.
"Boss, is this really a ghost den? It doesn't look like it."
Hu Bayi couldn't help but ask.
Zhang Tian shook his head: "Evil spirits always hide behind smiles, behind beauty."
"The more harmonious it is here, the more uneasy I feel."
Zhang Tian said, frowning slightly. The more beautiful it is, the more dangerous it is. They all understood this principle.
"Then where are we going now?"
Fatty rubbed his cheek. They were still maintaining their clarity, and everyone knew that everything here was not real.
"To the blacksmith shop!"
"I feel that the person from the Ghost Cave Tribe is the key."
Zhang Tian said, and Shirley Yang thought of something.
"I often dream of things from the Ghost Cave Tribe. I suspect I have some connection with the Ghost Cave Tribe."
Shirley Yang said, and Zhang Tian shook his head slightly.
Shirley Yang didn't know her identity yet, and only dreamed of things in her sleep.
"This cannot be determined, but we can go and see over there first."
Zhang Tian said, his gaze pointing to the castle in the center.
Below the castle, there was a large blacksmith shop.
There, perhaps, was the best blacksmith shop in the city, and the place where Prince Gu Mo's armor was forged.
"Boss, according to that old man, there is some bullshit imperial censor from the Jingjue kingdom in there."
Fatty said from the side.
"We are looking for him. Since it's an illusion, the people inside should retain some of their habits."
"So, we might be able to get some information from him."
Zhang Tian said slowly to Fatty.
"Good heavens, Fatty didn't think of that. As expected of you, boss!"
Fatty exclaimed excitedly, and then he walked ahead of everyone.
On the way, there were many civilians, but the closer they got to the castle, the fewer people there were.
Soon, on a nearly deserted street, Zhang Tian and the others stopped.
They saw that at the end of the street, a person wearing a black robe and a black hat walked out of a large blacksmith shop.
Behind him followed two people dressed the same as him, all wearing a big black robe and a hat, so their appearance couldn't be seen at all.
"I didn't expect anyone to have the same preference as my second brother."
Fatty looked at the three people in front of him, then looked at Zhang Qilin, and curled his lips.
"People from the Ghost Cave Tribe..."
Zhang Tian thought of three words as soon as he saw these three people.
Zhang Qilin's gaze also fell on the three people. Their attire could not be said to be completely unrelated; it could only be said to be very similar.
The three of them also saw Zhang Tian and the others.
They stopped in their tracks.
At this moment, a gentle breeze blew, and on a wide street, Zhang Tian stood opposite the three people from the Ghost Cave Tribe.
There was no one around, only the magnificent imperial palace building behind them.
Neither side spoke, and for a moment, the scene became somewhat eerie.