Cheng Luo asked in a low voice, "The wolf pack didn’t attack because of Tianmiao, right?"
"Yes. I thought these wolves were gone, but they are still guarding here," Que Qiu also replied quietly, "However, did you see the look in that wolf’s eyes earlier?"
"What?" Cheng Luo was puzzled, she was only focused on being afraid at the time and didn’t notice anything else.
"Nothing." Que Qiu shook his head. Such a human-like expression appearing on a wolf’s face was truly indescribable and magical.
Once everything was ready, Que Qiu discerned the direction in front and the group began their journey towards the most mysterious place in the Irel Ancient Country.
The weather today was exceptionally good, as if a strong sandstorm had blown away all the dust. The sunlight wasn’t as scorching as it usually was, and until noon, nothing unexpected occurred. The sand sea remained as vast and ever-dangerous as before.
It wasn’t until nearly noon that Que Qiu said they could stop and rest. Everyone sat on the ground and ate a little something. Que Qiu constantly explored the direction, whether it was wind direction or sun position, he always took a few steps forward, changed direction, then walked a few more steps, continuously correcting his path until he stepped into a loose spot of sand up to his knee, and raised his hand to wipe the sweat off his face.
Black Death Road, the entrance was here.
The group involuntarily felt a shock as they saw him sink into the sand, wanting to rush over when Que Qiu raised his hand to stop them.
"Don’t move, don’t come over!" He didn’t even turn his head, just raised his right hand and shouted.
Then he glanced at the watch on his left wrist, five minutes left.
The sand continued to engulf him, Que Qiu remained silent until the yellow sand reached his waist. He looked at the sun’s position, then inserted both hands into the sand, carefully searching for something.
It was right here, definitely not wrong, at that moment, he almost thought he would die but then he touched a stone disk.
Sure enough, when his body sank to the same height as it did in his memory, his hand touched that cold object again.
This was a stone disk, etched with what should be the emblem of the Irel Ancient Country, the center had a circular indent where once a finger was placed, one could feel something like gears inside.
One notch left, three notches right up, Que Qiu always remembered the markings of Irel in ancient language by heart, as it was practically exchanged with his life.
Everyone behind Que Qiu broke out in a sweat for him.
The long five minutes felt like five hours, only a dull rumble was heard from afar, the yellow sand around Que Qiu began to quickly retreat.
The yellow sand dispersed to both sides, slightly piled up, unexpectedly revealing a sandy road right in front of Que Qiu, with black-red markings weathered, as the sunlight spread, unveiling this ancient path.
Before Que Qiu was a stone platform, his hand rested on top, seemingly filled with intense emotions as he gently caressed the platform.
Seeing this unbelievable scene, everyone widened their eyes in astonishment.
This is too magical!
Completely defying logic.
"My goodness..." Professor Wu, usually calm and composed, exclaimed in surprise, such an utterly illogical phenomenon actually appeared right in front, making everyone stunned.
As everyone marveled, not a single person pondered one question.
How did this guide know how to open this road? Was he really just an ordinary guide?