The Yarlung Zangbo River Gorge is rarely visited.

Only Motuo County, at the end of the canyon, has a primitive tribal group composed of Menba and Luoba tribes.

Moreover, because the terrain of Motuo County is so difficult that today, with such advanced construction technology, roads have been opened in recent years and have established connections with the outside world.

Therefore, Motuo County is also known as the last county in China with highways.

Lin Feng's mountaineering guide was hired from Motuo.

Due to the information blockage, many of the indigenous people in Motuo County are not proficient in Chinese. It was only after the road was opened that more tourists and more people came to climb the mountain in the past few years brought some foreign culture and information to the place.

Of course, it also gives the indigenous people more opportunities to earn living expenses.

Before climbing the mountain, Lin Feng also brought some gifts to the residents, which made it easier for him to hire a guide who was kind. After climbing the mountain, Lin Feng paid commissions with the residents at the mountaineering base camp. After a little repair, he embarked on the journey back.

On the way back, the guides of the Luoba tribe sang high-pitched songs all the way and picked all kinds of flowers and plants along the way, looking very relaxed.

Lin Feng felt a lot of emotion when he looked at these simple-minded and carefree people.

He thought of many people.

Lu Yongsen, Zhang Zhe, Xiaolin Fan, Ouyang Kun, etc.

Although he may never see these people again in his life, he knew that in the unknown parallel world, they were still alive and doing their careers.

"I hope they all are safe..."

Lin Feng thought silently in his heart.

Perhaps Lin Feng was too tranced, or perhaps the guides of the Luoba tribe were all immersed in the joy of returning home, and no one noticed that Lin Feng had walked unknowingly and walked further and further away.

When everyone came to their senses and realized this, the two groups of people were already far apart and could no longer find each other.

...

What appeared in front of Lin Feng was a completely unfamiliar road. He was very sure that this was what he had come to when he came.

He felt a little annoyed.

After all, a low-level mistake like taking the wrong path actually made him.

However, although he was alone, he was not panicked.

Firstly, it was because he had seen too many big scenes and had been calm. Secondly, he knew that although the Yarlung Zangbo River Grand Canyon was hundreds of kilometers long.

But this is a closed canyon. As long as you walk in one direction, you will inevitably find the only river, the Yarlung Zangbo River.

Now this season is the most suitable gathering for hiking trips in the Grand Canyon. As long as you reach the bottom of the valley, you will likely encounter people.

Therefore, Lin Feng was not only not panicked, but also enjoyed this tranquility away from the hustle and bustle.

He kept walking forward, going up the mountain, down the mountain, and hovering at a height of more than 3,000.

Lin Feng walked around one valley after another and climbed one pass after another.

The reason why he did not go back decisively when he found out that he was taking the wrong path was because the terrain on the plateau was quite complicated, and it was not necessarily a wise move to turn around without knowing the exact direction and location.

Furthermore, Lin Feng was not afraid of this situation anyway, so he simply regarded it as a difficult and peaceful hike.

The sun and the moon are not known in the mountains.

Lin Feng just walked for three or five days, and the food supplies he carried with him slowly reached the bottom, but he still saw no signs of being inhabited.

He even wondered whether to use the trees to build a wooden raft and float down the river.

But he couldn't bear to see the beautiful scenery he was in now, thinking that he didn't know when the next time he came, so he gave up the idea of ​​drifting.

At night.

"Okay, spend the night here today."

Lin Feng walked to an open space that was more suitable for overnight stays, cleaned the surroundings a little, made a snake belt, laid a moisture-proof pad, and got into the sleeping bag.

The next morning, Lin Feng woke up amid the sound of birds singing.

He took out one of the few cigarettes and lit it, and while he was leisurely swallowing the clouds and mist, he began to pack up his equipment.

At this moment, he saw a flash of golden light flashing in the grass beside him.

Lin Feng's heart moved and thought to himself, "Is there a snake?"

Subconsciously, Lin Feng touched his hand at the dagger on his waist, guarding against possible dangers.

But after a moment, there was no strange movement in the grass, so Lin Feng lost his patience and directly picked up a stone on the ground and threw it over.

‘Crazy’.

A burst of grass and branches shaking, but nothing unusual.

"Ha, your ability has weakened, have people become sensitive?" Lin Feng smiled with a little self-deprecating smile, then ignored the grass and continued to pack up his things.

However, just as he bent down, he saw a golden light again through the gaps in the grass.

"Um?"

Lin Feng's expression moved, he picked up his hiking pole and walked over slowly.

"Not a snake...what is this?"

Lin Feng couldn't help but be surprised after he opened the grass and saw the thing clearly.

I saw a small piece of soil with a metallic luster exposed, looking like the tip of a metal rod.

Lin Feng digged down the exposed part slightly, and then found a pair of bones on the edge of the metal staff.

In the end, Lin Feng dug out with a dagger for nearly an hour before he dug out everything.

It’s not that the land is hard and cannot be dug, it’s because this thing is obviously not an ordinary thing, so you should naturally be careful when digging.

Lin Feng lit a cigarette and looked at the things dug out of the soil while smoking.

The thing that looked like a metal scepter was somewhat like the demon-subduing pestle in Tibetan Buddhism. This "demon-subduing pestle" was held in his hand by a bone, making him look like a pilgrim who died halfway through the road.

also.

There are still some traces around the bones, as if they are a piece of food that has been weathered and decomposed because of the time being too long.

And in the unknown area of ​​this bag, there is also an unknown metal box with a flat shape.

Of course, what surprised Lin Feng the most was the bones. They looked about 1.9 meters tall and lay flat in the soil. They didn't seem to be like ordinary Tibetans, who kept kneeling and worshiping before they died.

Moreover, there was a metal chain hanging around the neck of the bone, which was hanging into the bones in the chest, making it impossible to see the specific shape.
Chapter completed!