Ma Chongshan didn't care too much about the deaths of those people. He tried to move his arms and legs, but found that they were still the same. 銏
It was as if his muscles and bones had been taken away, he was so weak that he couldn't move. He couldn't help but feel a little strange.
He asked Ma Chongfeng, "What's wrong with my body? Why can't I move now?"
Ma Chongfeng hesitated to speak. Under the urging of his brother, he hesitated for a long time, and finally just vaguely said that he had suffered some injuries and could not move for the time being.
Ma Chongshan saw something was wrong from his expression and asked again, "Tell me the truth, is there something wrong with my body? Why can't I feel the existence of my limbs at all?"
Ma Chongfeng struggled to smile a little and comforted him: "Brother, don't worry, you are just poisoned. When we get out, we will go to the United States to treat you. You will definitely be cured."
"Fuck you!" Ma Chongshan saw at a glance that he was lying, and became more and more uneasy. He struggled to get up, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his limbs, which quickly spread throughout his body like a mountain roar and a tsunami.
A pricking pain, as if countless bees had penetrated the skull and gnawed on the bones.
"Brother? Brother, what are you doing? Don't scare me!" This time the attack was more serious than the first time. Ma Chongfeng was so frightened that he lost consciousness and panicked. He stumbled out of the tent and called for help. 銊
"Where's Lord Rawa? Where has Lord Rengola gone? My brother is sick again!" Ma Chongfeng casually grabbed a person guarding outside the tent and asked anxiously.
The Tibetan guarding the door opened the curtain and took a look, exchanged a few words with the tribesmen next to him, then pushed Ma Chongfeng back into the tent, pointed at him and warned him in a very stern tone, telling him not to run around.
Ma Chongfeng was extremely anxious. He grabbed the guard and spoke the few Tibetan words he knew, explaining what happened while dancing with his hands and feet, but no one paid any attention to him.
Seeing that Ma Chongshan, who was lying on the felt, began to vomit black blood again, Ma Chongfeng was about to despair. At this moment, he heard the sound of bells on the waist of the blue-robed Tibetan.
The voice seemed to have a strange magic power. It was neither fast nor slow, as pure and steady as walking in the snow. Ma Chongfeng's buzzing brain was miraculously soothed, and all the messy anger and panic seemed to be blown away slowly.
The breeze brought it to the top of the clouds.
Ma Chongshan, who was originally manic and vomiting blood, also stopped twitching, tilted his head and fell asleep.
The blue-robed Tibetan came in and only stood by Ma Chongshan's bed for a few glances, then said to Ma Chongfeng seriously: "Your brother has been targeted by the King of Hell. His greed is too strong, and the King of Hell hates him very much.
A curse mark was left on his body, and he will soon be taken away by the King of Hell."銏
Ma Chongfeng was completely stunned. Before he could ask further questions, the blue-robed Tibetans had already issued an eviction order, "You must leave Kangbalo before the god Dawa rises from the east tomorrow, otherwise my tribe will also be infected."
The aura that makes the King of Hell hate you, and very terrible things will happen when the time comes."
Ma Chongfeng didn't know what the "terrible thing" specifically meant, but he could tell from the expressions of these people that if the two brothers didn't leave, these people would probably hack them to death, and then
Respectfully dedicated to the so-called King of Hell.
The Dawa god among the blue-robed people is the Tibetan moon god.
Ma Chongfeng did not dare to doubt the authenticity of the words spoken by Mr. Lawa. When the first ray of sun in the morning passed over the snow-covered hills, the two Ma brothers were blindfolded. The Kangbalo people used shortcuts to take them to the final destination.
Sent out of the snowy mountains at a fast speed.
In order to ensure that Ma Chongshan could walk out of the snow-capped mountains alive, Master Rengolawa hung an octagonal bronze bell as big as a thumb on his ear.
In the words of those ancient Tibetans, the souls of people like Ma Chongshan who cover up their greed and filth with pure skin are not worthy of staying on the snow-capped mountains.
Like a big dream, Ma Chongshan felt that he had just slept and returned from the snow-capped mountains to the bottom of the mountain that he had longed for. He was carrying a terminal illness and a bronze bell that temporarily had some effect on the terminal illness. 銏
Later, Ma Chongshan learned that the terminal illness he suffered from was an acute nerve ending disease. In the early stage, his limbs were just weak and weak, but in the later stage, he would be completely paralyzed.
Based on the medical conditions at the time, he could live for at most one year, or even less than one year.
Because this disease progresses in stages, in the end, he will suffer more than ten times the pain now. Even if he dies, he will not die of illness, but will die of pain.
The octagonal bronze bell cannot slow down the spread of the disease. Its effect is similar to mental hypnosis. It can only relieve the feeling of pain to a certain extent. The body should still suffer from pain.
Just when Ma Chongshan was frustrated and desperate, someone came to him.
At that time, his brother Ma Chongfeng was away, so he went to buy new horses, planning to hire someone to take his brother back to the horse family in Nepal immediately.
After another attack of illness, Ma Chongshan turned pale and lay on a pile of blood-stained felts, staring half-dead at the hunting knife hanging on the edge of the tent, his eyes once again showing the desire for death.銊p>
However, the cruel facts now tell him that he is now a useless person, a waste who cannot stand, cannot walk, and cannot even commit suicide with a knife.
Now he envied the Ma family guy and the Tibetan guide who died on the snowy mountain. It would be better to die without knowing anything about it, painlessly and without feeling anything, than to linger on like he is now.
Ever since he woke up, the thought of dying has been constantly popping up in his mind.
He couldn't bear the looks of pity, regret, contempt, and ridicule that others gave him. He was the eldest son of the Ma family. If it hadn't been for this change, he would have returned to the family happily and would have grown old.
His father took over the responsibility of revitalizing the family.
He regrets, he hates, he regrets being frivolous and ignorant, and he also hates that fate is so unfair.
Life is worse than death. It turns out that life is worse than death. For some people, life is really more painful than death.
The last glimmer of light in Ma Chongshan's eyes gradually dissipated.銏
I don’t know how much time passed before a black shadow floated into this dark tent.
The shadow was quite slender and ridiculously tall. As soon as he got closer, Ma Chongshan felt a cold aura approaching him, and there was also a faint smell of decay emanating from it.p>
Even though he had already thought of dying, facing this unknown guy who suddenly broke in, Ma Chongshan's heart still inevitably beat wildly.
He squinted his eyes slightly and tried to see clearly what was standing in front of his bed with the help of a little light leaking through the gap in the tent curtain.
Is it a human? No, this black shadow is as thin as a piece of paper, and it is ridiculously tall, like a slender pillar standing in front of him.
What could that be?
The King of Hell as Kang Baluo calls him? Has he come? 銏
"Will it kill me?" Ma Chongshan was extremely worried. He didn't know what this thing wanted to do to him. It would just kill him, so he would be lucky.
Ma Chongshan silently cursed in his heart, why didn't you take action? Could it be that you want him to close his eyes on his own initiative?
With this thought in his mind, Ma Chongshan's fear gradually diminished. He closed his eyes peacefully, raised his neck, and prepared to wait for death.
Suddenly something cold was pressed against his neck, delicate and slippery, as if a snake fished out of ice water had crawled onto his neck.
Ma Chongshan couldn't help but shiver, and the chill suddenly rushed from his heart to Tianling Gai. Just when he thought he would die in the next second, he heard a vague word, which seemed to be related to the sky.
The clouds drifted toward him along with the snowflakes.
"Do you want to continue living?"
What? Ma Chongshan was stunned. He suspected that he was terminally ill and began to have auditory hallucinations. 銏
"Do you want to, or don't you want to?"
The second sentence is clearer than the first sentence. Although it is also hoarse and sharp like a piece of sandpaper in the throat, it is indeed human words, and it still comes from the black figure in front of me.<
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Ma Chongshan's blood stopped all over his body and he hurriedly asked: "What do you mean? Who are you? What do you mean by what you just said?"
The black shadow smiled coldly, "If you want to live, come to Buzalaang to find me tomorrow."
As soon as he finished speaking, Ma Chongshan felt his neck tighten and then lost consciousness.
When I woke up again, the tent was brightly lit, and my younger brother Ma Chongfeng was back.
Ma Chongfeng was concerned about his brother's mood and only mentioned that everyone had been found and he could start home tomorrow.銏
When he looked up, he saw Ma Chongshan staring at him without turning his eyes, with no trace of emotion in his dark pupils.
Ma Chongfeng was startled and asked him hesitantly, "Brother? What's wrong with you?"
"I won't leave tomorrow." Ma Chongshan turned his head back and looked straight at the pointed roof of the tent above, "Go and ask about a place called Buzalaang. There is someone there who can save me."p>
Ma Chongfeng hesitated and agreed, and the next day he asked the Tibetans around him to find out about the place called "Buzalaang".
When the Tibetan people heard these four words, their faces changed drastically, they kept silent about it, turned around and left, looking very taboo.
After asking several people one after another that this was the case, Ma Chongfeng used some tricks to pry the ghost's mouth with money, and finally got him to get the news from an old drunkard.
Buza La'ang is a secluded village deep in the Utuo Snow Ridge Canyon. Although it also belongs to the Monba ethnic group, it is much more remote than where the Monba people live.銏
The people there basically refuse to communicate with the outside world. In the image of outside Tibetans, it is a gathering place for evil Lawa. It is very scary. Evil ghosts are everywhere inside, and all evil souls that cannot flow into reincarnation will gather there.<
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Even if an animal stumbles into that area, it will be eaten into bones by the evil spirits inside within a few moments.
The old drunkard warned them that when they saw a naturally formed human figure lying on a rock in the canyon, they must turn back immediately, and then they would completely enter the territory of the Buzalaang people.
To be continued...