Desert Forbidden Land: I Dug Out a Thousand-Year-Old Underground City

My name is Chen Bei. I make a living by running a street vendor in an antique city. My greatest skill is to blow fake goods worth 50 yuan into 50,000 yuan with just one mouth. As a result, one day I was spotted by a hot pot restaurant owner - he gave me 100,000 yuan and asked me to lead a team into Taklimakan to find a legendary Loulan jade pendant. Each one in the team is more outrageous: the investor is a fat man from a hot pot restaurant, who secretly sends messages every day while holding a broken-screen mobile phone; Qu Jin, a female archaeological expert, has a face as cold as an iceberg, but has a red rope to ward off evil spirits on her wrist; I thought it was a public-funded trip, but on the first day I dug out a pit that someone else had just dug near the abandoned military station, and a cigarette butt that had been discontinued ten years ago. Someone beat us to it. On a desert night, a woman's cry came from the dunes. Qu Jin said that it was "the sound of sand" and it was science. But on the ground beside the campfire, there were clearly a series of barefoot footprints - not any of ours.