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Chapter 9 Black Curse

Once Mustache made up his mind, nothing could stop him. He told Gesang Medo his plan in the car, and Gesang Medo's face turned red again, like a little girl who was caught after lying.

The embarrassment of being exposed.

"Brother, in fact, each of us has the habit of telling a little lie, right? White lies should not be criticized. I think you won't mind, right?" Gesangmedo explained in a confused manner.

After a long time, he finally seemed to have mustered up the courage. He looked at the mustache and said cautiously: "Really, I said that I have been to all places in Tibetan areas. It seems a bit exaggerated. To tell the truth, Gedanli, I just heard that,

I've never been there...can you forgive Kelsang Meadow for this little lie? Man, at that time I just wanted to take over this business. Kelsang Meadow had to support his family and children...

"

Kelsang Medo's expression was a little innocent and a little guilty, but Mustache didn't say anything. He knew that no one in the world could completely travel through the entire Tibetan area.

"Let's prepare somewhere where we can stay." Mustache closed his eyes and began to reorganize all the clues he got in his mind.

"Brother, you are a good person, at least a generous person. Kelsang Medo thanks you on behalf of my child." Kelsang Medo finally breathed a sigh of relief and stroked his chest back and forth, but it took less than a minute.

, she blinked her eyes and secretly looked at the mustache who was closed in thought, bit her lip slightly and thought for a while, and said: "Brother, what I want to say is that Gedanli is very far away, and there are many snow-capped mountains, even better than Lhasa."

The conditions in other places in Tibetan areas are even more difficult, and it is not easy for everyone, but you can make money much more easily than Kelsang Meiduo, so can you give me a little alpine subsidy?"

Mustache couldn't help but open his eyes and looked at Gesang Meiduo lightly. To be honest, the only flaw of this energetic and optimistic woman is that she is a little greedy, but her greed makes people unable to hate her.

Heart.

"Brother, don't look at me like this. It's just a small subsidy. Five hundred yuan is enough. How about three hundred?"

They stopped in Bangor to buy some things they needed to get to Gedanli, but this place was no better than Lhasa and had a shortage of many things. After that, they stopped several times in succession and finally managed to get everything they needed.

From here to Gedanli, there is only a part of the road that can be traveled. During this period, Kelsangmeduo and the driver successively talked about the situation of Gedanli. It is a huge group of snow-capped mountains, and Gedanli Mountain is just

One of them has a total of eleven snow peaks with an altitude of over 6,000 meters around it.

From a long time ago until now, the Gedanli Snow Mountain Group has been the most sparsely explored place by humans. In comparison, the snow mountain groups in the Karakoram, Tanggula and other large mountain ranges are larger, but those large snow peaks have basically been conquered by people.

Well, only Gedanli is a bit embarrassing place. It is not the source of the big rivers in the mainland, and the snow peaks are neither high nor low in altitude, so it doesn't have much value.

It seems to be colder there than other places. Even in this month, nothing grows near Gedanli. It seems that there are only peaks topped by ice and snow, which makes Gedanli look colder and more remote. Under the blue sky

There is no green at all, and the entire snow-capped mountains seem to be missing something.

The first destination is very clear. It is about six kilometers north of Gedanli Mountain. It is a very low mountain, almost submerged in the vast mountains, but this mountain seems to be neatly covered by it.

As if the mountain was split open, there is a very narrow passage in the middle of the mountain. It is a bit like a line of sky, which is easier to identify.

This place was provided by Rinpoche Rinpoche, and it was the place where Chanado was buried.

When he was still far away from his destination, Xiao Hu started to pack some things and prepared to go there on foot. The two drivers got into the car behind to chat. Gesang Medo also packed a backpack for himself, with two slender and straight legs.

As soon as her legs hit the ground, she jumped far away. Facing the snow-capped mountains in the distance, she opened her arms and took a deep breath.

"What are you going to do?" Mustache's backpack was very heavy, because he didn't know how far he would have to walk in it, and he had to take everything he needed to bring.

"Wherever you go, I have to follow you. This is my job."

"You stay here." Mustache said and started walking towards his destination. The clumsy clothes and heavy equipment did not slow him down. He walked very steadily.

"Brother, Kelsang Medo must follow you. After receiving the money, you must do your job well. My job is not only to be your guide, but also to ensure your safety." Kelsang Medo followed the little boy closely.

Beard, said: "Brother, don't be too stubborn. This is not the mainland. If something happens, you don't even have to call 110. You won't forget the apple that was pierced by Gesang Meiduo's knife, right? I have to protect you.

."

In a place like this, even walking is a huge drain. When they were really close to their destination, the wind blowing from the snow-capped mountains brought a chill. The big crack in the broken mountain was like a huge vent,

Standing in front, Gesang Meiduo's black hair was blown like a floating cloud.

The mustache braved the wind and walked step by step towards the crack. Chanado's body was no longer there, but the blue-black stone seemed to be stained with pieces of blood that had dried for many years. When he died, he was divided into

I paid six yuan, and there were some ordinary relics beside me.

Obviously there would be no clues left in this place. Mustache just wanted to know where the route that Chanado took back then led to. Through his sunglasses, he saw that after the Broken Mountain, there was an endless mountain, layer upon layer.

, if you walk along, it may extend to the middle of the Snowy Mountains.

They only stayed here for less than ten minutes, and then continued to move forward despite the wind. After passing this wind outlet, the situation suddenly became much better, but it was still bone-chilling cold. It was already July, but Gedanli was as cold as

Falling into the eternal winter. There is no road here at all, so we can only choose to walk at a low altitude at the foot of the mountain. Mustache just walked silently. At the beginning of Gesangmei Duo, he talked a lot, but it stopped after a long time.

They rested many times in the middle, and when they went around more than a dozen mountains, a wisp of strange color appeared in their sight. It was a red that faded due to the wind and sun. It was very ethereal, like a line of red.

The red ribbon tied on the steep hillside, about ten meters high from the foot of the mountain, is very conspicuous among the remaining unmelted snow and stones.

Here, any man-made traces are definitely worthy of attention. Mustache looked at it and found that the hillside was very steep, but there should be no big problem in climbing up.

"Stay here, I want to go up and take a look." Mustache took off his backpack and moved his cold hands in his gloves.

"Let's leave this task to Kelsang Medo." Kelsang Medo shook his head at his mustache and said, "You can't climb mountains."

Mustache ignored her and began to slowly approach the foot of the mountain. He grabbed a strong and raised stone and with a push, he jumped up. But after climbing less than three or four meters, Gesang Meiduo

He caught up right behind him. She was very professional and insisted on protecting her mustache.

That thing like a faded red ribbon has been flying here for who knows how many years, and the mustache doesn’t know who left it. But leaving such a conspicuous thing in such a place is obviously for future generations.

Make an attractive sign. The climate in Gedanli is really a bit strange. In other places, mountains at this altitude rarely have unmelted snow. For absolute safety, Mustache climbed very slowly.

Following closely behind was Gesang Meiduo, who was tall but not weak. She climbed very vigorously and was stronger than many men.

There was still a slight deviation in the previous visual inspection. When I climbed to about ten meters, the slope of the hillside was almost vertical. Fortunately, there were many large and small raised rocks, which provided some leverage.

At this moment, Mustache was only a few meters away from the fluttering red. He could see clearly that it was really a piece of red cloth that was riddled with holes. The red cloth was tightly tied to a raised stone.

On top of the red cloth, on a relatively flat stone surface, a string of characters that had never been seen before were painted with unknown paint. Mustache did not understand Tibetan, but he felt that it was not Tibetan.

The bright red characters seemed to be written with blood, just like the rock paintings that had been specially processed. They could not be faded by wind or sun. Mustache sped up, and above his head was a large piece of rock sticking out, like the eaves of a roof.

Normally, he would grab the edge of the big stone and stand on it directly.

There are four rows of bright red characters, with about a dozen in each row. They are arranged very neatly. At first glance, they look like scriptures written in Tibetan or Indian. The mustache stared at these twisted earthworm-like characters.

Common characters, but I can't see any meaning for them yet.

But these bright red characters seemed to be magnets with extremely strong attraction, tightly attracting Mustache's gaze. Most of the time, his state of mind was like a silent pool, but looking at these red characters, this piece of

It seemed as if one stone after another had been thrown into the deep pool.

He noticed something strange. He seemed to be unable to move his eyes away, tightly locked by the red characters. This psychological strangeness immediately aroused his alert, and he began to work hard to adjust his thinking, trying to get rid of the red characters.

He broke free. But the bright red characters seemed to have a lot of stickiness, pulling his eyes. This was a very strange state, a bit involuntary, and he clearly felt something was wrong, but he seemed to be unable to control it.

My own eyes kept wanting to continue looking.

"Don't look! Don't look!" At this time, Gesangmedo was trying hard to climb up from under the big eaves-like stone. She leaned out half of her body, stretched out her hand to grab Mustache's ankle, and squeezed hard.

At the same time, he shouted with all his strength: "That seems to be a black curse!"


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