This sound appeared so suddenly that Jinpu Awang had no time to explain so much, but Mustache knew that the sound made by this thing, which Jinpu Awang called liling, could not be heard, so he immediately took out a piece of paper.
The paper in his pocket was crumpled into a ball and blocked his ears. This could not completely block the sound coming from the mountain wind, but it was much better. The uneasy feeling in Mustache's heart was relieved a lot, and he could barely support it.
Jinpu Ngawang is a tantric practitioner, and his state of mind and concentration are far beyond ordinary people. However, like Mustache, he also had to temporarily close part of his hearing. The two of them lowered their bodies very low, and crawled back to the left and right.
After leaving the stone nest, at this moment, Gesang Meiduo and Li Neng, who had fallen into a deep sleep, had woken up. There was something wrong with their eyes and movements. The weird sounds were endless, like a thread that was constantly being pulled.
It keeps coming from unknown places.
"This is Heili Ling!" Jinpu Awang seemed to have really noticed this sound. He couldn't help but tighten the stuff in his ears and pinched Li Neng's thigh hard.
The liling mentioned by Jinpu Awang is a folk instrument of the Monba people, also called a double-tone flute. It is very ancient. There are still many people in the Monba people who believe in Bon religion to this day. This musical instrument is called liling.
In fact, it is not uncommon, and many Monba people use it. Different lilings can make different sounds, and some Monba people can use lilings to trap birds and beasts in the mountains and forests.
The time when this instrument appeared is unclear, but it must have been very long ago. Jinpu Awang once stayed in a Monba village for a period of time, and had a close friendship with an old man of the Monba tribe. The psychic Gu is a Monba tribe
The old man taught him. Only those who truly and fully understand the history of the Monba people can possibly know that this very common musical instrument actually has fatal effects.
The Monba people's liling is actually roughly divided into two types. One is an ordinary musical instrument. People who are skilled in it can use special liling to lure animals. The other type is considered lost. It is passed down from the primitive Bon religion.
A wizard is called a Heili Ling. This is a thing that sounds like a magic sound.
In the history of the original Bon religion, there were rumors that eight thousand Bon believers were driven by the Black Order to build ancient and huge religious temples day and night. They did not eat or sleep, as if they were not aware of fatigue and pain.
toil.
Once Heili Ling's voice comes out, people are like falling into a vortex that they can never climb out of, and they will behave in various ways according to this voice. If Heili Ling's voice does not stop, they may repeat it until
Until death. Regarding the Heili Ling, even within the Monba tribe, there are very few people who master it. It is said that some wizards in the past used the Heili Ling together with a kind of Gu to control a person's behavior in detail.
Jin Pu Nang almost pinched off a piece of flesh from Li Neng's body. When the other party woke up a little, his ears were immediately blocked tightly. The mustache also blocked Kelsang Meiduo's ears, and then he fucked her.
Wake up. The sound of Heili Ling in the mountain wind is endless. If you are an ordinary person, you will definitely not be able to distinguish the source of the sound, because you will be unable to extricate yourself when you hear the sound of Heili Ling.
Mustache has been forcibly controlling himself, and the black command gave people an indescribable feeling. He and Jinpu Awang stood apart in silence for two minutes, and almost at the same time they reached out and pointed in one direction. That should be
The source of Heili Ling's voice was not loud, so the distance between the two parties was not very far. The two made a few gestures to each other and immediately started to take action. Li Neng guarded the entrance of the stone nest and moved Gesang Mei
With Duo blocking the back, Xiaohu and Jinpu Awang had already rushed out of the stone nest.
They ran as low as possible and as close to the ground as possible. The running route was like a curved snake. Just as they ran out, Heili Ling's voice suddenly stopped. From behind a big rock about 20 meters in front, gunshots rang out.
, because Mustache and Jinpu Awang kept changing positions while running, the shot lost accuracy, but the bullet still flew close to Mustache's body.
The lingering sound of the gunfire had not disappeared, and the second gunshot rang out again. The gunshot threatened the two people, but it also completely exposed the position of the other party. Mustache and Jinpu Awang did not dodge, and the more hastily they evaded,
The more opportunity there is for the shooters behind the stone, they run very fast, and after a few gunshots, they have already rushed to the stone.
After the voice of Heili's order was cut off, Mustache's mind immediately stabilized, and his movements and reaction abilities quickly returned to their peak. He and Jinpu Awang, one on the left and one on the right, surrounded the stone from both sides, trying their best to hide the hidden stone.
The shooter behind struck a fatal blow. But before they could get behind the stone, two Tibetan knives flashing with cold light struck at them like thunderbolts in the sky.
There were three people hiding behind the stone, all wearing Tibetan attire. An old man in his sixties coldly held a Tibetan knife to block his mustache. The man who dealt with Jinpu Ngawang was a man in his forties.
In addition to them, there was a young man in his early twenties holding a gun in his hand.
The sudden flash of the sword did not panic Xiaozhu, but the three people behind the stone made him never think about it. The old Tibetan in his sixties was from Jiayang Village, his name was Langjie, and he looked like a man.
An honest villager from Badajiao, he lived near the old man Jiayang's house. He had met Xiaohu and the others once, just once. Except for Langjie, the other two people behind the stone were one his son and the other his.
grandson.
At this moment, the honest Langjie has completely changed. His face is as cold as a rock, and the sharp Tibetan knife in his hand seems to be able to cut everything in front of him into two pieces. His son is also very sharp in his attacks, and Jin
Puawang is entangled.
Fighting alone, Mustache will not be afraid of anyone. The alloy pipe in his hand collided with Langjie's hidden knife. Jinpu Awang, like Mustache, was not used to using guns. He didn't know when he took out a gun with a diameter of less than a foot.
The iron hoop was very heavy, but it was swung into the air by Jinpu Ngawang, who had super strong arm strength.
The four people were fighting together, and Langjie's grandson immediately lost his target. He gritted his teeth and held a gun and stood not far away, trying to help his grandfather and father, but there was no chance.
Although Langjie is older, he must have worked hard when he was young. He knew that his strength was declining, so he used tricks to deal with Mustache, and his son was obviously a bit different from him, even though he had a hidden knife.
He swung the knife very fiercely, but the heavy iron ring in Jin Pu Awang's hand almost knocked the knife away several times.
When holding the alloy tube, Mustache had enough confidence. He had already noticed that there were only three people on Langjie's side. Without the help of something like Heili Ling, Langjie and his son would never be able to defeat him in hand-to-hand combat.
Both he and Jinpu Awang had rich experience, and they were entangled with each other, making Langjie's grandson, who was holding a gun not far away, stare.
Soon, the Tibetan knife in Langjie's son's hand came out, drew a shining arc in the air, and landed seven or eight meters away. The iron ring in Jinpu Ngawang's hand seemed to be given life.
Heavy but extremely dexterous, the moment the Tibetan knife was released, the iron ring quickly flashed and was directly put on one of Langjie's son's arms. Jinpu Awang twisted the iron ring hard and broke one of the other's arms.
The sound of cracking bones and his screams intertwined together. At this moment, Jinpu Ngawang was as ferocious as a Dharma Protector. He went around behind the opponent, pulled out the iron ring that was holding the opponent's arm, and then, like five thunders, all of a sudden,
It hit Lang Jie's son's head. The iron ring whirling in the wind seemed to have a thousand kilograms of gravity. The moment the iron ring landed on Lang Jie's son's head, there was a sound of bones breaking.
The skull of Langjie's son was smashed, and he only let out a hysterical roar before gradually losing his vitality. This roar immediately disturbed the hearts of Langjie and his grandson, but Jinpu Ngawang did not hesitate and escaped from the scene in a flash.
Langjie's son flew out from behind the dying body and went straight to Langjie's grandson. Langjie's grandson was only about twenty years old and had no experience of his grandfather and father. At this moment, he was completely angered by his father's tragic death.
He held the gun and fired it randomly, but not a single shot hit Jinpu Awang. When the bullets in the gun were empty, Jinpu Awang smashed the gun out of the opponent's hand, and then twisted it with an iron ring.
Langjie's grandson's right arm was violently twisted.
Langjie's grandson forced himself to control himself, but the severe pain in his arm made him cry out in pain, which completely disrupted Langjie's heart. The alloy tube of the mustache pierced his thigh like lightning, and Langjie couldn't help but cry out in pain.
Jie's body tilted, and Mustache's foot stepped on the hidden knife in Lang Jie's hand. The blood-stained blade of the alloy tube was immediately pressed against Lang Jie's throat.
"Who are you?"
Langjie did not answer Mustache's words. He could endure the physical trauma, but his son had died tragically and his grandson was suffering painful torture and suffering. The muscles on Langjie's face twitched and he could not help but glance towards his grandson.
go.
Although Lang Jie didn't answer, Mustache could already guess that the team that died on the way into the mountain thirty years ago must have been Lang Jie's fault.
"Even if a pilgrim dies, his soul will return to the pure land of heaven!" Langjie suddenly shouted loudly, as if he was making a clear decision, but he also seemed to be using his own voice to cover up his grandson's painful howl. He didn't want to and couldn't bear to hear it.
to these.
"Sure enough, they are pilgrims." The alloy pipe in Mustache's hand did not move at all, but he was convinced in his heart that pilgrims are everywhere and pervasive. Even in such a remote place, there are still shadows of pilgrims.
"Tell me everything you know." Jinpu Ngawang came over carrying Langjie's grandson, who had already broken an arm. There was no expression on his stone-like face.