The anti-drug policewoman who narrowly escaped death x the Xinjiang guide who carried the last wishes of his fathers
The moment she fell to the bottom of the cliff, Xiang Yilin thought her life would end, but everyone in the car died, and she was the only one who miraculously survived.
Climbing back from the pile of dead people, she was left with pain and lingering nightmares every night. A whisper deep in the yellow sand echoed in her ears:
The miasma catches evil, and Xisha hides its secrets. If there is life at the bottom of the cliff, you can enter the Western Realm.
The lonely minister surrenders to the wilderness, and the ghost road has no boundaries. Only by looking for traces in the west can you know your destiny.
In order to find the answer, Xiang Yilin bid farewell to his hometown and drove alone into the boundless secret road of yellow sand.
"Hiss - it hurts, it hurts, Heroine, please spare your life!" His arm was captured, and he squatted on the sand dune to gasp for air.
Her eyebrows were cold: "Why have you been following me?"
Destiny has been entangled since then.
The two joined hands to travel north and south of the Tianshan Mountains, traveling through uninhabited ancient roads. Zuogong Liu stands in the wind, and the water veins of Linggong Canal are hidden deep. The imprints of family and country from more than a hundred years ago are scattered in every corner of the Gobi desert, and the dusty past is peeled off layer by layer.
When her long-cherished wish came to an end at Khunjerab Pass, Quan Shaoheng, with his shoulders full of snow and wind, stood beside her: "Now that the matter is over, do you still plan to return to the mainland to work as a police officer?"
Xiang Yilin turned to look at the vast national border and said softly: "The predecessors went north alone and carried the coffin to the west. The descendants should swear to defend the land to the death."
"Okay, then I will accompany you the rest of the way."
Intention: Yellow sand crossing scars, mountains and rivers have echoes.
