The notebook left by Old Zhao also included several photos of the mural. The mural depicting the sacred vessel is indeed very unique. The wall of the picture is inlaid with a whole piece of crystal. There are many crystals around it.
People. Lao Zhao said that it would take hundreds of people to move the complete sacred vessel, which was determined based on the ratio of the sacred vessel to the human body on the mural.
After digesting this information, Mustache went on the road. He secretly analyzed why this undercurrent suddenly became chaotic, causing the Germans to rush forward like crazy. The answer was actually not difficult. Mustache felt that the relationship between pilgrims and the world
These two ancient and mysterious organizations are probably fully involved in this incident after a long period of dormancy. Even Donglian, which has been to Tibet once, may have waded into troubled waters.
The more forces involved in the incident, the more complicated and dangerous the situation becomes, which is probably an important reason why Xiaowu feels uneasy.
The place where the Germans had just set foot and the place they were about to set foot on this time were both on the same route. If Mustache wanted to rush there, he would have to pass through the former, so he planned to see it for himself.
The place that Lao Zhao's team just searched is called Labrunji, which is a place on the eastern edge of the Ngari region. The name of this place comes from a small town, which is a transit point from the eastern part of the Tibetan area to the Ngari area.
Anyone who passes by will stop here. But due to various reasons
Because this town disappeared in the 1930s and 1940s. It disappeared suddenly and strangely. However, under the background at that time, no one investigated the matter in depth, and no people moved into the old site later.
Labrunji became a point in the vast no-man's land of Ali region.
Mustache just wanted to take a cursory look, and had no intention of searching again. It was impossible to find anything else in a place that had been searched by a thief like Lao Zhao. According to the clues left by Lao Zhao, Mustache could easily
I found the entrance to the ancient ruins. This entrance is in the old site of the town. The town had a small prosperity many years ago. There were often Tibetan operas to watch. The entrance was among the broken bricks and tiles. That was the past.
's stage.
Mustache's eyes were indeed not as useful as before. When she was about to approach the destination, Jia Luorong was the first to notice something. She hurriedly tugged on her mustache, pointed forward, and then gestured and said, "In front"
There were several people lying dead. Mustache immediately stopped the car and squinted hard to see, but the scene in the distance was blurry to him and he could not see clearly.
He felt a little strange, because Lao Zhao said that this operation was very peaceful and there were no casualties, so Mustache's first reaction was that these people might be left behind after a fight between two groups of poachers.
But he wasn't sure.
He moved forward slowly. When the distance was close, Mustache immediately rejected his previous thoughts. At least half of the corpses left here were stabbed or hacked to death with sharp blades. If it was a fight between poachers,
It is impossible to use such clumsy killing methods.
The body must not have been dead for too long, only three or two days at most. They fell in front of the ruins and walked forward for less than a hundred meters to the entrance.
Mustache stood here for a while, and his eyes narrowed again, because he saw a row of strange tire marks not far from the ruins. He said it was strange because the marks were not left for a long time, but they were very blurry.
The tire tracks extended into the distance, and it was obvious that the person in the car was very alert and careful. He drove the car past here and deliberately erased the tire marks.
When he thought of this, Mustache's inner vigilance suddenly rose to the top. There were huge holes in this row of strange tire tracks. No matter who was driving, if he just passed by here, he could not and did not need to deliberately erase them.
To remove the mark, the only answer is that the owner of the car is hiding nearby.
A sudden and extremely sharp sound of breaking through the air abruptly interrupted Xiaozi's thoughts. As a piece of dust flew up in the ruins, a blade of light struck Xiaowu like thunder and lightning.
The man holding the knife was definitely not an ordinary person. He was hiding in the ruins, silently, and almost all the breath was forcibly blocked by him. Even the insight of Mustache was not able to detect him in time.
The sword flash was unusually fast, but the tire marks had already made Xiaozhu feel very alert. When the sword flash struck, the alloy tube in Xiaozi's hand blocked the fatal blade flash in time.
The attacker's true face was revealed with the flash of the sword. He must be a Tibetan. He is about the same age as Mustache and is equally capable. His face is black and red, covered with scars, and he wears a dark brown hat.
, his eyes were steady and sharp, and a sharp long knife was as fierce as a storm in his hand. He had been quietly hiding in the ruins, covered by a layer of dust, until he suddenly attacked,
Only then did he completely release his powerful aura.
As soon as the two of them fought, Mustache knew that this was a forbearing and formidable opponent.
Jia Luorong kept retreating until she reached the car, opened the door and got in. She was smart and knew that only by keeping herself safe could Xiaozi fight with the enemy with confidence.
The long knife and the alloy pipe collided back and forth countless times in just two minutes. This Tibetan wearing a brown hat was obviously very confident. He came alone without any helpers. He was really powerful and agile.
Quick and decisive, every blow has a strong sound of breaking through the air, and the sharp knife seems to be able to penetrate the enemy's heart at any time.
If we put aside hot weapons and just talk about physical combat, Mustache is not afraid of anyone except the dead Ma Dad. However, this Tibetan makes him feel tremendous pressure. Masters like them who have experienced countless fights, as long as they are a little bit
You can judge the opponent's true strength and
He was sure of winning. Although Mustache felt the pressure, the Tibetan could not defeat him. However, the disparity in strength between them was not big. Even if Mustache could achieve an overwhelming victory, he could only continue to wear it out until both sides were physically strong.
When they are almost consumed, life and death can be determined.
The Tibetan with the brown hat began to retreat little by little. Mustache's fighting style was completely different from his. The Tibetan's attacks were like a violent storm, with almost no gaps. The offensive was so fierce that it left people breathless. Mustache
It rarely attacks actively, but once it does it is fatal.
The two of them fought farther and farther. When they were about to approach the real entrance of the ruins, Mustache felt something bad. The entrance must have been covered with void soil. Once you step on it, you will lose your footing. At this time, the man hiding in the brown hat
He stopped retreating, and the offensive suddenly became very fierce. Mustache felt that he wanted to force himself to take two steps forward.
But Mustache would not let him succeed. The blade in the alloy tube popped out instantly, which caught the brown-hatted Tibetan off guard. He took two steps back and barely avoided the blow.
The situation was completely beyond the prediction and control of the Tibetan with the brown hat. When he had no choice but to take two steps back, a large piece of floating soil under his feet completely collapsed with his weight. The area of the floating soil collapsed was very large. Mustache reacted quickly and did not
Falling in, happened to be standing in the cave-in
At the edge of the sky, the Tibetan man in the brown hat was completely submerged by a burst of dust, but soon, a rope with a ball emerged from the flying dust like a poisonous snake, and suddenly wrapped around the mustache's ankle, and there was a call from the other end of the rope.
A lot of force came and pulled down the mustache.
Mustache's eyes had problems because of this situation. There was dust all around and he couldn't see anything. When Mustache grabbed his left hand with his backhand, he felt like he was clinging to a very hard edge. The three fingers on his left hand immediately exerted force.
He forced himself to hold on to his falling body.
Then, with a wave of his hand, the blade of the alloy tube cut off the rope around his ankle. His body shook, rolled up from below, and quickly stepped back. In less than ten seconds after the mustache came up, the man hiding in the brown hat
He also climbed up to the edge of the pit from a piece of rolling dust. There was a distance of five or six meters between them. Brown Hat raised the sharp knife in his hand and pointed at his mustache. The momentum made the blade completely blend with his body.
As one body, they are sharp and sharp.
They faced each other like this for two minutes. Suddenly, the Tibetan man in the brown hat slowly put down the knife in his hand. His face covered with scars twitched imperceptibly, and said to the mustache: "No more wasting energy.
I can't kill you, but it would be difficult for you to kill me."
Mustache said nothing, the dust made his vision blurry again, and he had to squint his eyes.
"But you have to know that not everyone in this world kills with their skills." The brown-hatted Tibetan didn't care if Mustache was willing or not. If he said he didn't want to fight, he wouldn't fight. He put away his knife: "
I advise you to stop immediately, because you are doing a very stupid thing."
"What about you?"
"I'm different from you. What I do is noble and sacred." Brown Hat's tone was very cold, without any warmth.
They chatted for a few words, and Mustache suddenly felt that this Tibetan with a brown hat was very similar to himself. Their personalities were very similar, and they were both taciturn, calm and persistent people.
But from a certain point of view, Brown Hat's persistence is more thorough than that of Mustache. In fact, when they first fought, Mustache had already seen from the Tibetan knife used by the other party that he was a pilgrim.
"I don't want to say too many useless words." The brown hat Tibetan patted the dust on his body and said, "I don't know who you are or why you want to participate in this matter, but I will only tell you two things.