"What did you say?" Bon ascetics? There are Bon ascetics in this team? I suddenly discovered that there are many unknown secrets in this team, and how did the fat man know this?
The fat man opened his mouth and was about to tell me something when the King of Hell called everyone to gather. The fat man could only shrug his shoulders and said that he couldn't help. I also knew in my heart that if I asked the fat man, he would definitely be secretive, like
If he was willing to tell me this kind of thing, he would have said it long ago.
Sitting in the car, my mind began to flash everyone's face, excluding everyone, thinking who was the Bon ascetic inside, a terrifying existence. But I found that everyone here seemed to be
With unexplainable secrets, no one knows how much blood and death are hidden behind those smiles, and they will not tell you. As for the ascetics, they are more like cultivators in real life.
No one knows what the process of their practice is, and no one knows what the purpose of their practice is, and why they do it. The most true rumor known today is that the ascetics sneaked in wearing only a thin coat.
The uninhabited place, commonly known as the death zone, is either extremely cold or fatally hot. There, they can still stand alive in front of people three months later without drinking a drop of water or eating a grain of rice.
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The more I thought about it, the sleepier I felt, and I fell asleep after a while. I don’t know how long I walked, and I don’t know where I was. All I knew was the fragrance that hit my face. It was not perfume, but a woman’s unique body fragrance.
"It's time for Xuanyuan to wake up, we're here." I woke up in a daze. As soon as I woke up, I felt my phone start to vibrate. There must be something to do. I braced myself to see what was going on.
Before arriving here, all the communication tools we carried with us had been confiscated. We only had customized mobile phones with us. We only used satellite cards to communicate with people in the team. No matter how bad the local environment was, it had no impact.
The text messages displayed on the phone are very intermittent: everyone is a tourist, no matter what happens, please remember!!!
The three exclamation marks after that made me feel that there was no way to question this order, and I sighed in my heart. What's so hard about pretending to be a tourist? Don't you know that I originally planned to travel at public expense?
Li Ranhan smiled sweetly, hooked my chin, and got out of the car gracefully. As soon as he got off the car, the fat man came over to him, with a lump of fat on his face: "Haha, the big girl has seen the news, why not
How about we pretend to be husband and wife these two days? I think we two look like a couple?"
"How about you become my godfather?" Li Ranhan twisted his waist, avoided the fat man's hands, and walked towards the place where the King of Hell was in the distance.
"I think they look quite similar, but they are still a bit older. If there is a godfather these days, you can do it, Fatty." The big black bear laughed.
Walking towards one end, the King of Hell was gathering people at the other end.
The fat man grabbed my collar angrily and asked, "Am I old? Do you think I am old?"
I was already in a daze, but I became even more angry after being teased by the fat man. I loosened my collar and said, "I'm not old, but just looking at you makes me feel like I'm an embryo."
At this time, I had already seen the King of Hell through the crowd. I don’t know when he had changed into the clothes of a tour guide. With the small flag in his hand and the bright smile on his face, he really looked like a tour guide.
"Go, go, go." The fat man kicked me on the butt, still muttering.
I got a slap on the butt from the fat man, and felt unhappy. I turned around and shook my fist at the fat man. Suddenly I realized that the Hummer we were sitting in, which was armed to the tires, had turned into an ordinary off-road vehicle, and the coats we were wearing had also changed.
Was changed into ordinary tourist clothes.
"This car...and the clothes we are wearing?" I pointed at the car and stammered for a long time without regaining consciousness.
The fat man swung his butt and walked forward with a very unhappy tone: "Don't ask me, Grandpa, I'm too old to remember. You have to follow the fertilized eggs. I'll spray you to death with a mouthful of salt soda later."
This damn fat guy is scolding me around the corner. Those who can be sprayed to death by salt soda water are single cells!!!
When a group of us gathered together, the King of Hell also told us what we should pay attention to, just don't forget your identity. After saying this, the King of Hell knocked on the door of a local here, and there was only one family here.
It's a small mud house, but it has quite a lot of rooms. After counting, there are more than a dozen large and small rooms.
The King of Hell was communicating with a man in his thirties, who seemed to be the owner of the house, but the conversation was in Tibetan, which I couldn't understand at all.
"Fat man, what did they say?" I asked the fat man instinctively, and then I realized that I was a little dependent on this damn fat man.
"What can I say? Let me tell you about the owner of the house. He said that we are a tourist group who was caught in a black gang and hid here. Can we stay here for one night?" The fat man had a very bad tone and seemed to be still angry.
I was shocked, does the King of Hell know Tibetan? No, why does the fat man also know Tibetan?
The middle-aged man in the room said a few words to the King of Hell, then turned around and asked a question in Tibetan. An old man's voice came from inside. It was still in Tibetan and I still couldn't understand it.
"I don't understand what Fatty is saying at all." Fatty's translation is also not conscious at all, and I have to ask every time.
The fat man had already sensed that I regarded him as a translator. He rolled his eyes at me and replied helplessly: "The middle-aged man asked the old man if we could live in. The old man said that we could escape the black wind and sand.
And when it comes to us, it’s God’s will.”
"Then we are allowed to live in it, right?" I thought about not having to sleep on the grassland, and I felt happy. On the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, I might become a fool because of the cold at night.
"You don't understand Tibetan, and you don't understand human language?" The fat man was happy and his tone became better. This guy's anger went away as quickly as it came.
"But when did we encounter this black wind and sand?"
"When we meet you, you bastard, when we meet this black wind and sand, we are almost GG. Do you know how to lie?" The fat man had already shouted out. Everyone was staring at me, and the King of Hell also looked over, his eyes filled with tears.
It's dissatisfaction.
"What are you looking at? In this area, there are not many Tibetans who can understand Chinese, otherwise they can chat in Tibetan?" The fat man didn't care, he always looked careless.
The King of Hell was helpless after hearing this. He just waved his fist towards the fat man and warned the Fatty. If the Fatty was willing, of course he responded with a few actions to the King of Hell, and of course it was after the King of Hell turned around.
With the old man's permission, we quickly settled in this Tibetan home. Before we had time to rest, we heard the sound of dinner being served. (There is a translation by Fatty below, so I won't use Fatty's words.)
After a while, a group of people found their seats. In front of them were typical Tibetan meals, highland barley wine, butter tea, hand-caught mutton, etc. After a group of people sat down, they heard the voice of a middle-aged man: "Abba Sanji, we are out to eat.
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An old man wearing trumpet clothes walked out of the house, but he was missing a trumpet hat. The old man had a kind face, but I always felt that this old man was lively and lively.
"Jiangba, please let us all eat. Don't be polite. Friends who have escaped the strong wind and sand are all the guests of the Lord." Sanji was very kind and indicated that we could do whatever we wanted.
The last dish was served by a middle-aged woman, and I later found out her name was Ram.
At the dinner table, the king of hell was chatting with Qiangpa and Sangyi. None of us knew Tibetan and couldn't talk to each other. The fat guy did understand Tibetan, but he just immersed himself in eating. He looked like he had just escaped from the strong wind and sand.
appearance.
But in the middle of eating, the King of Hell suddenly howled and fainted. Seeing this, the fat man quickly went over to help the King of Hell. He felt that the whole body of the King of Hell was hot, and his forehead was so hot that he could have cooked an egg.
At this time, the fat man couldn't afford to eat, so he quickly asked Sanji to find a doctor, but there was only a house far away from here, and Sanji's house was hundreds of miles away from the nearest town. Where could he find a doctor?
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But Sanji waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter, I do have some medical skills."
Upon hearing this, the fat man quickly asked Sanji to look at the King of Hell, but as soon as Sanji put his hand on the forehead of the King of Hell, his face sank and he said slowly: "Are you going to take him back or bury him on the grassland?"