The benefits are right in front of them. Many tomb robbers will never encounter a fully grouted tomb in their lifetime, so how can they give up on it so easily.
Besides, this is not the interest of one person, but the interest of a group of us.
He hesitated again and again, and finally said one word to me:
"Be careful on the road and go back quickly."
I nodded, slung Lao Fu's shotgun behind me, grabbed a flashlight, and left the camp in a hurry, hoping to be back tomorrow night.
The road in the mountains is difficult to walk, and it is even harder to know the direction at night, but I have a strong ability to memorize directions. I am not like Tian Sanjiu, a road nerd. I can even walk out of a maze.
The cry of some kind of wild beast can always be heard in the woods. I am afraid of encountering wolves and bears, so I always hold the shotgun in my hand.
At that time, mobile phones could last for a month without being charged. I walked nervously in the Forest of Lost Souls and looked at the time. It was 11:50 pm. It was 12 o'clock exactly in 10 minutes.
There was deathly silence in the Lost Soul Forest, filled with mist, and some branches had strange shapes, like people hanging from the trees.
"who!"
I turned around sharply.
No one is there, it's the branches, I'm scaring myself.
At one o'clock in the evening, I walked out of the Lost Soul Forest with a flashlight.
The moonlight was so pale that it shone on the deserted mountain path, making it seem like we were in the underworld.
When the cold wind blew, I couldn't help but get a chill.
Tighten the zipper and continue walking quickly.
After more than an hour, I stopped for a short rest. Because I was a little tired, I lit a cigarette to refresh myself and squatted on the ground to smoke.
"what is that?"
"Is that a person?"
I suddenly saw a strange "little white dot" appearing on the mountainside on the opposite side, and this little white dot was flashing.
I thought I was dazzled, so I rubbed my eyes and looked, but I saw it right.
If it was a human being, who would come here in the middle of the night? It’s past 3 o’clock in the morning! And why are people flickering?
My expression changed, damn, it couldn't be a lonely ghost, could it?
I was a little scared, so I lost my cigarette butt and ran away.
Unfortunately, the mountainside happened to be the only way for me to pass. If I didn't climb down from there, I would have to walk an extra thirty miles along the Dulong River.
I had no choice but to bite the bullet, maybe it was just a white plastic bag hanging on a branch.
Climbing up the mountain, I walked with my head down, not looking at anything or talking.
I know a few taboos about walking alone at night.
Don't sing or talk to yourself. Once you sing and talk, some dirty things may think you are scared or bluffing. Once the dirty things think you are scared, they will subconsciously follow you.
Don't whistle, don't look back, and don't take a flashlight and shine it randomly, because if you don't keep it straight, you might suddenly shine on something.
And the most important point is that I once heard from the old man Zhang in the village that you should never take off your clothes when walking at night, because the action of taking off your clothes will completely cover the three sun lights on people's shoulders.
Something is going to happen.
I don’t know if it’s a psychological effect, but I always feel like there are footsteps behind me, that is, someone is following me, and I don’t dare to look back.
Sudden.
A cold hand gently patted my shoulder!
I suck!
I turned around sharply and raised my gun to shoot.
"Drink and worship like Sodepo!" (Tibetan)
A young girl dressed in white, wearing a headlamp and a bamboo bag on her back quickly raised her hands. She panicked and explained to me in Tibetan.
I froze on the spot.
Isn’t this the little fairy from the Sherpa tribe?
"It's you!"
"Why did you come here in the middle of the night? You scared me just now. I thought you were a lonely ghost."
She obviously didn't understand what I was saying, so she was gibbering to explain, but the damn thing was, I couldn't understand what she was saying either.
I asked why a little white dot was flashing and flashing just now.
It turned out that her headlamp was broken. She was walking halfway up the mountain with her headlamp, and it turned on and off.
She is very beautiful and I have a crush on her, so I am willing to listen to her speak Tibetan that I don’t understand.
I saw that there were a lot of things like jujube cores in the backpack, and many of them also had leaves. I roughly understood that she came to the mountains at night to collect medicine. I didn’t know what this medicine was at first, but later I learned that it was from Sichuan.
A kind of medicine produced by the company is called "Psoralen". October is the best picking period every year. Its main function is to treat some minor ailments of physical weakness.
"Your headlight is broken?" I pointed at her head and said.
She understood and nodded.
"You don't have a light, are you scared?"
She nodded.
"Then you come with me? OK?"
"I happened to be out of the mountains and had something to do, so I took you out by the way, otherwise you wouldn't be able to see the road without lights. Besides, there's no guarantee that there are any dirty things in the mountains."
She looked at me doubtfully, obviously not understanding.
I directly grabbed her arm and took her with me.
Because she knew that I was a friend of the tribe, she did not resist me.
On the way, I looked back at her, and the more I looked at her, the more beautiful she became. This is the excellent gene of ethnic minorities. She does not apply makeup or any cosmetics, and her beautiful face is carefully crafted and natural.
If this were done with makeup, it would definitely be amazing, killing 95% of the female stars on TV in an instant.
The fear I felt just now was completely forgotten in an instant.
Because I heard that some Tibetans can speak English, I asked her with a smile: "Do I have an inside story?"
I didn’t expect that she could really understand it!
She said: "Tukhaki."
This should mean "thank you".
I also want to speak in English, but I don’t know much about other languages.
"Me! Buy the inside story! Xiang Yunfeng."
She was carrying a bamboo basket, looked at me and burst into laughter, then quickly covered her mouth with her hands.
"how old are you?"
"Are you nineteen? I am twenty this year, I can be your brother."
"Do you want to leave the Sherpa tribe one day and go see the outside world? If you want to go to a big city, I can take you there. I have been to many places and I know everything."
I don’t know if she understood it or not, but she just smiled and shook her head at me.
Judging from the wild woman named Zami Wang’s sister, the marriage customs of the Sherpa tribe are very open. Women can get pregnant before marriage, and they may also marry several husbands at the same time.
When I think of this and look at her, I feel very uncomfortable. I don't want her to be like that, not at all.
I, Xiang Yunfeng, am not a monk. How can I miss women at the age of twenty?
Xiaoxuan is too familiar to me, just like a biological sister. The saying that rabbits don’t eat grass beside their nests makes sense.
I have never faced up to my relationship problems before.
Li Jing, Boss Bai, Little Chicken Feet, Ye Zi, Xiaomei, none of them are bad, but I don't have that heart-beating feeling towards them. Another thing is that I am very afraid of trouble.
No matter whether a man has money or not, he must have self-control. If he doesn't have self-control, he will be finished sooner or later. In terms of relationships, I admire Tian Sanjiu very much. He has strict self-restraint on himself. Except for Luo Kashan, she
I won't look at another woman a second time.
The moment I took her hand, I felt very strong.
The spring in my head has flown away, but the spring in my little head is coming.
