After a closer look, I found that it was not the young man at all, but the lama who just killed us.

I can't describe the appearance of this lama in words. His body was densely filled with insects, and I have never seen these insects. In addition to beetles and insects like mosquitoes, there are several types of insects, colorful, and he was as if he was full of insects.

The fat man and I went up. Because we had no clothes, we took the bamboo plaques and bamboo baskets in the room and took the insects off the lama. After the shot, I found that the man had been bitten beyond recognition, his body was full of bulging, and it seemed that insects had penetrated into the skin, bulging bags like broad beans, and the people were still twitching.

The fat man and I dragged the lama back. The fat man rushed forward and wanted to close the door and window again, but found that it was too late. The lama hit too hard, the door frame was almost disintegrating, and the door could not be closed at all.

Mosquito-like flying insects outside swarmed into the room. I dragged the lama to the corner. The fat man slapped the bamboo basket while saying, "Naughty, it seems that we must die here. This is not a lama temple, but a big worm hole. I want to say that before I die, the most worthy thing in my life is to know a friend like you."

I was about to tell him not to give up, but suddenly I saw the lama pulling me, pointing to a corner of the room, and signaling me to look over there.

Following the direction of the lama's finger, I saw many bamboo baskets and wooden boxes placed in a corner of the room. The wooden boxes were locked by very old iron locks, but the baskets were very light. I went up and looked at the gaps in the basket. They were not particularly dense, but they were still more than enough to block the big bugs. It seemed a bit reluctant to hold the fat people in these baskets, but we couldn't think about that much at the moment.

I shouted at the fat man, and the fat man turned his head and looked at me pointing at the basket, understanding it, but he shook his head.

I was furious and said to you, why are you pretentious, cursing: "If you want to survive, go to these baskets and hide."

The fat man said, "Are you planning to chop me up and put it in?"

I said, "Don't underestimate the size of this basket. Many people have the illusion that something can't fit you in the size of it, but people's flexibility is very strong, as long as you shrink properly."

The fat man cursed: "Bah, this basket is not enough for Fatty Master to be a condom!"

I couldn't argue with him. While slapping the bug, I pulled him straight to the edge of the basket and forced him to put his feet in. The fat man had no choice but to push and squat down halfway. He suddenly showed joy and said, "Ah, it seems that he can really get in."

"Your dick is not as big as you think." I said.

"But this way, I can only enter one lower body. I can only use two baskets to pack you up." As he said that, he picked up another basket, put it on the fat man's head and pressed it down hard, pressing it into a meat ball. Then he immediately went to find other baskets.

There are a lot of baskets here. I picked two good ones and put the lama in it. Then it was me. Because I was much thinner than the fat man, I went in very easily.

It was huddled in the basket, blocking the attack of the insects, but there were already many insects on my body, pounding my skin and biting me constantly.

I carefully pulled down the insects one by one with my hands, and saw through the gap that the bamboo basket on the fat man was shaking constantly. I knew he was doing the same thing.

Soon, I couldn't see what was happening outside through the gaps in the frame. Countless insects crawled on the basket, densely packed. I could hear their thorny feet rubbing against bamboo strips on the basket, which was very terrifying.

The fat man said: "It's not too late, it's safe for the time being. Let's see if we can get out."

I said to the fat man: "The threshold here is very high. All the temples in Tibet have high thresholds. We will definitely not be able to get out like this. Otherwise, we will remove the bottom of the basket and go out. We will try to let the bottom of the basket follow us, so that even if the insects come in from the bottom of the basket, we can quickly step on to death."

We tried to pull off the bottom of the entire bamboo basket, but there was no guy, and the bamboo basket was very tough. In such a cold place, we didn't wear tops, our whole body was frozen and we couldn't use our strength. In the end, we could only pick it up little by little, and finally we dug two holes that could stretch our feet out under the bamboo basket.

There was no time to trim the broken bamboo thorns at the hole, so we stretched out our feet and moved forward bit by bit. This method was feasible, but the sharp thorns at the hole kept scratching my ankles and were quickly scarred. Even so, I couldn't care about that much. We moved forward bit by bit, and didn't know if the fat man had followed. Until I moved to the door, we asked the fat man how it was. I heard the fat man talking and found that the fat man was already outside the door.

The fat man's behavior must be much more reckless than me, but he is thick-skinned and not afraid of insect bites. I jumped hard, jumped over the threshold, and came to the yard. The fat man asked me, "Don't we care about that lama?" I said, "Let's save our lives first, let's talk about it now, where can I care about him?"

The two of them moved little by little in the yard. They finally moved to the gate and into the corridor, but all the insects followed us without any intention of leaving. The fat man said, "It seems that it is not so easy to throw them away. We can't move to the mountain little by little."

I said to the fat man: "In this situation, nothing is impossible. Even if we go up to the mountain of swords and seas of fire, we have to move forward like this."

The fat man had no choice but to curse and continue moving forward.

The next thing was very boring. I didn't know how long I had been walking, stopping, resting, and walking like this. I felt my knees were sore, my back was sore, and my muscles were strained. With a little memory and the little features I saw through the gaps, we kept moving towards the temple door until dusk, and we jumped out of the temple door. There was still a long mountain road to walk below. At this time, I was exhausted, and the bamboo basket could not keep warm, and all my skin was frozen purple. In addition, this way of moving was quite exhausted. We had not been in water for a whole day. I knew that if we continued like this, even if we didn't bite the insects to death, we would be frozen to death and starved to death.

Walking all the way to the stairs, I wondered if I could roll all the way. I don’t know if I could survive if I rolled down. After all, the only way we can use is bamboo baskets. If we rolled down, as long as we were well protected, even if we were covered in bruises, it would be better than being exhausted and frozen to death.

At this time, I found that the insects began to leave my bamboo basket one by one. Soon, there were only a few insects on the bamboo basket, and the insects behind did not follow.

I looked at the fat man through the gap. It was indeed the case, so I quickly picked up the bamboo basket on my head. There was no insect on the fat man's bamboo basket. All the insects flew towards the temple and rushed into the temple gate. It seemed that their range of movement was within the temple gate, and they would never step outside the temple gate.

I went over and pulled off the bamboo basket on the fat man's head, and found that the fat man was so cold that he was unconscious. I patted his face and pulled him out of the bamboo basket. The fat man asked in a daze: "Hey, have we already gone to heaven?"

I said, "Maybe our body temperature is too low, and they can no longer feel our temperature."

The fat man shivered, "It's not only them, but I can't even feel Fatty myself."

We shrank, gritted our teeth, kept rubbing our bodies, and slowly walked down the mountain in the cold wind that was close to below zero. The experiences over the past few years have fully exercised my physical fitness and will, otherwise I would never be able to finish this path.

When we finally arrived at the foot of the mountain and arrived at the bar, our skin was almost frostbite, but I was still very clear-headed, and even I was very surprised. After I entered the house, I didn't dare to rush directly to the warmest place in the house. I was afraid that the sudden change in temperature would cause my blood vessels to burst.

We stood in the entrance hall, waiting for the skin on our body to begin to feel and feel tingling before we dared to enter. We walked straight to the edge of the stove, and the warm current that rushed us did not make us drowsy as before, but made all the muscles on my body tremble and twitch, and the skin began to hurt with a scorching pain.

At this time, I was very grateful that it was not snowing when we went down the mountain.
Chapter completed!