The plateau has a huge temperature difference between day and night. There is a saying that we put on cotton-padded jackets in the morning and wear gauze in the afternoon, and eat watermelon around the stove. It is almost early in the morning, the coldest time of the day, the temperature is very low, and the cold wind blows through, penetrating into the bone marrow.
In the night, the snow lion ran forward, very fast, and its long mane flashed back and forth, making it even more majestic. Two cars followed behind, and they followed it forward until they left the city of Lacao and reached the vastness.
on the grassland.
A mass of white snow flashed forward quickly. There was no road here, and it was filled with green and wild grass. Fortunately, the two vehicles following behind were off-road vehicles with strong adaptability, and they moved forward violently.
Along the way, you can see scattered yurts and livestock in fences, and sometimes you can hear a few barks of dogs. The well-trained snow lions just ignore them and just look for the target, showing their good quality.
After running for five or six miles on the grassland, he saw another dilapidated yurt appearing in front of him. The snow lion suddenly accelerated his speed and rushed straight towards it.
He Saha showed a smile on his face and said excitedly: "No accident, the thief is in the yurt." Then, the car lights suddenly turned off and he drove forward in the dark.
Just as the snow lion was running near the yurt, suddenly, a Tibetan mastiff rushed out from behind the haystack nearby, roaring and charging towards it with great force.
This Tibetan Mastiff has a large frame, but is very thin. It probably doesn't eat enough and is skinny and bones. Compared with the strength of the snow lion, the contrast is huge.
The snow lion didn't make any movement, and opened its big mouth to face him fiercely. It was also a Tibetan mastiff, but its speed and explosive power were much stronger. It bit the opponent's shoulder blade, turned its head violently, and the thin mastiff was knocked down.
The sharp canine teeth like knives penetrated deeply into the skinny mastiff's body. It couldn't help but let out a rapid cry, which sounded particularly harsh in the night. Then, it twisted its body crazily and struggled unwillingly.
The two off-road vehicles had stopped. Ximen Lang and others jumped out of the vehicles, and the four lamas walked quickly towards the door of the yurt.
"Damn it, you're up so late at night, why are you making so much noise..."
With a curse, the door curtain of the yurt was opened, and a stout man emerged from inside. He looked as unkempt and dirty as a beggar, and his whole body exuded a stench.
The man noticed a group of people around him and asked alertly: "Who are you?"
The Mang Shanhan rushed over with a quick stride and punched out with his right fist, hitting the guy's chest.
The man gritted his teeth in pain, took two steps back, and bumped into the yurt. Only then did he realize that the person who came to him was evil. Residents on the plateau have always been tough, but this guy's eyes showed a fierce look after being beaten, and he pulled out fiercely.
He held the hidden knife tightly at his waist and stabbed it wildly, but his movements were flexible and he had some kung fu.
However, this kind of three-legged cat's kung fu was no more than a master's degree in front of the lama of Tianzhao Temple. Mangshan Han dodged his body to avoid the blade, stretched out his left hand, easily grabbed the Tibetan knife, and kicked it to the ground.
The man screamed again, feeling as if the area where he was kicked was broken. He struggled to get up, but felt a cold feeling coming from his neck. It turned out that the sharp Tibetan knife was placed on his neck.
The mangy man said fiercely: "Asshole, if you dare to act wild again, I will stab you with a knife."
On the other side, the skinny mastiff let out a shrill roar, and then fell silent. Its throat was bitten off by the snow lion, and blood continued to flow out, dyeing the grass below red.
After the snow lion bit it to death, it released its mouth full of blood, came to He Saha, and stared at the target it found. If the man hadn't already put the knife on the opponent, it would have been killed.
Rushed over.
After hearing the other party's threats, the man was so frightened that he trembled and said in horror: "Don't... please forgive me, Buddha. I... I have not offended you..."
Mang Shanhan said angrily: "Fart, don't you know what bad things you did tonight, and you still dare to make excuses."
"I..." The man was speechless for a moment, and suddenly realized that what he had stolen tonight was not an ordinary person, and had a strong backer. In order to save his life, he hurriedly said: "Lord Buddha, please have mercy, I didn't know they had anything to do with you.
Intersection... Can't I return the stolen things to you? I just ask the Buddha to forgive me..."
Ximen Lang just wanted to find those Ghost Sect tokens. It didn't matter how he dealt with the thief. He asked in a deep voice: "Where are all the things you stole?"
"Say quickly..." Mang Shanhan's wrist flicked, and the blade cut the flesh of the opponent's neck, and blood gushed out.
Severe pain struck, and the man was frightened to death, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice: "Lord Buddha, please forgive me, I said... those things are in the yurt, and I haven't had time to sell them yet..."
That's good, Ximen Lang took a long breath, and then his hanging heart dropped.
"Hurry in with me..."
The mangshan man scolded and said, he led the man into the yurt, and the others followed behind and entered. Compared with the old appearance, the inside of the yurt was even more dilapidated, like a pig's nest, with a wolf mat spread on the north side.
There was a leather mattress, with a quilt spread out on top, so greasy that the original color could not be seen. There were messy debris piled on the ground. A brazier in the west was burning with a weak flame, bringing some light to the dark room.
The entire yurt was filled with a fishy stench that made people nauseous. Rose frowned and involuntarily covered her mouth and nose with her delicate hands, cursing in her heart. That guy was really sloppy. Such a strong smell could live in people. It was true.
"Tell me, where is the thing?" Mang Shanhan asked sharply.
"Over there..." the man stuttered, pointing to the west.
Ximenlang glanced over and saw his backpack, as well as a laptop computer, a camera and other items that were very inconsistent with the room. He walked over quickly, grabbed the backpack and checked it, and saw many RMB and US dollars inside.
They were all there, but they didn't see those tokens.
In desperation, he turned over his backpack and dumped all the contents on the ground. After a rustling sound, more than 100,000 RMB and 50,000 US dollars fell out of the bag and scattered on the ground.
The lamas' eyes widened and they looked over in surprise. Oh my god, there was so much money. No wonder he was so anxious. It turned out that what he had lost was clearly a small treasury.
However, they did not expect that what Ximen Lang cared about most was not these brand-new banknotes. Everything in his backpack was poured out. He glanced, but did not see the token, and his face suddenly changed color. He turned his head hurriedly,
My eyes searched the ground for a while, but I couldn't see it.
For a moment, murderous intent flashed in his starry eyes, and he said angrily: "Why are the things not complete? Where are the rest?"
The man was stunned for a moment and said hurriedly: "They are all here, there is nothing else."