"Aba Lama is gone"

When the fat man finished speaking with a deep face, Zhang Meng's heart sank. First, the driver Lao Li disappeared mysteriously and was killed, and then the little old man strangled to death by a vine. Now even Aba Lama is buried in the snow. It can be said that all people who are familiar with the terrain and customs here are gone.

"Or, let's look for it?" Xiaolou said tremblingly in the cold, while gritting his teeth and holding his legs. It seemed that Xiaolou was also injured.

"Let's go, I don't believe it anymore, the heavy snow can crush the Aba Lama who is subduing the tiger with bare hands." Zhao San lit up the gathered clothes and shouted while yelling.

"Don't work hard. At this altitude, you still want to burn the fire to keep warm. Don't dream." The fat man replied.

Zhang Shaotu, who was standing beside him, nodded and sighed: "With Aba Lama's strength, logically speaking, if we can come out, he should be able to come out. No one is seen now, that only means that Aba Lama was trapped by the vines and did not have time to find a place to hide from the avalanche. Looking at the thickness of the snow, if there were no obstacles to rely on it, there was almost no possibility of survival..."

After Zhang Shaotu finished speaking, everyone was silent.

In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that those who survived have woken up long ago. As for those who have no news, most of them are buried under the snow-capped mountains.

However, Lai Zi was the only one who didn't talk to everyone. He looked at the dark foothills in the distance and suddenly said to himself: "Maybe, Aba Lama is coming out first."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Meng and others were stunned.

But in a flash, everyone dispelled this possibility. Aba Lama was a monk, so why did he leave suddenly? What's more, the Panchen Lama entrusted to take everyone into Kunlun Mountain after his death.

"Damn the Vineyard" Faced with a natural disaster like avalanche that cannot be saved by humans, everyone could only vent their anger on the Vineyard that suddenly appeared.

Hearing Zhao San lifting the rattan, Zhang Meng was stunned, and then ignored the fat man and said at the same time: "Jianmu"

"Jianmu?"

Xiaolou looked at Zhang Meng for no reason and asked, "Is it the holy tree in the Shanhai Jing?"

Zhang Meng nodded. They had all been to Jingjue Ancient City and had seen Jianmu inside with their own eyes. Even Iana, when Ye Jiuhuo burned Tianlin, she was there. The only one who didn't know about Jianmu here was probably Lai Zi, but with Lai Zi's mysterious ways of acting, she should also know about things like Jianmu.

"I'll say you cute kid, don't fool me, you third uncle." As he said that, Zhao San rolled his eyes and curled his lips, "How could Jianmu live in the snow-capped mountains?"

"Why is it impossible?" Zhang Meng always felt something was wrong after entering the mountain. She didn't expect that after experiencing the current trouble, she could figure it out a little, and immediately said: "Don't forget, what did the driver Lao Li and the old man say when we first entered the mountain?"

"There is no breath of life." Zhang Shaotu panted and frowned.

"Yes, driver Lao Li said that even in the foothills of Kunlun Mountain, there will be snow leopards, rock sheep, marmots, snow rabbits, and golden eagles. At that time, the old people who have been in the snow mountains all year round have noticed it, but we are not familiar with the environment here, so we didn't care. Now think about it, the surrounding grass does not grow, and there is no vitality in the scene completely in line with the characteristics of Jianmu. Don't forget that this is the ancestor of the dragon vein of China, Kunlun Mountain in the center of the world, and the holy trees worshipped by ancient ancestors are completely in line with the situation."

"It's possible." Lai Zi suddenly interrupted.

"Huh?" Everyone was stunned. People like Lai Zi, who were unsociable, would always make a mouthful at critical moments, as if something was right.

"Okay, even if it's Jianmu, what should we do next?" Zhao San looked at Zhang Meng and asked, as if Zhang Meng had replaced Zhang Shaotu's position at this moment and became the leader of everyone.

"I don't know." Zhang Meng shook her head and frowned and thoughtfully: "But these vines are probably buried deep in the snow at the moment and will not appear again. It is the best time for us to climb the main peak of Kunlun Mountain. However, without the guide of the driver Lao Li and the old man, we can only hope for them at the moment."

As he said that, Zhang Meng signaled to another group of Americans gathered in the distance.

"Damn it, I've been making trouble for a long time, and I still have to go with them, the Americans." Zhao San curled his lips, as if he was dissatisfied. The Americans' attitude made him very upset.

"There is no way to do this. Who told us that we have no equipment now and can only hope that their previous survey will be useful." Zhang Meng rubbed his hands and said to everyone: "We will take a break tonight and go on the road early tomorrow morning. Fatty, go and talk to Iana."

"I'll go?" The fat man pointed at himself, and his fat trembled. Although Ia Na was completely in line with his aesthetic sense, he was really a little nervous to let him talk to Ia Na alone.

"Fatty, you're not afraid of Iana anymore, right?" Zhao San also teased.

"Isn't the joke that it's just that your breasts are bigger? I'm afraid of Fatty Master? Look." Fatty thrust his big belly and walked towards Ia Na with big strides, and cursed in a mess: "Okay, Zhang Queud, I really don't have any good intentions. Fatty Master, I remember this time."

Looking at the fat man's embarrassment, everyone also smiled at each other, and the haze that Aba Lama disappeared also dissipated.

There was nothing to say all night. Just after the sky lighted up, Master Zhao San woke everyone up.

The Americans were also prepared under Iana's negotiations last night. The group rushed toward the main peak of Kunlun Mountain in the morning. The Americans who lost seven mercenaries also obviously restrained a lot. After experiencing the Jianmu and the avalanche disaster, they were full of awe of Kunlun Mountain in front of them.

Without the stimulation of the other party, Zhang Meng and others also reached a tacit understanding with Mike. The Americans led the way, Zhang Meng and others guarded each other. The two gangs were all in peace. They occasionally found traces of the front exploration team in the white snow-capped mountains, but everyone was not surprised. For them who had experienced various life and death disasters of Jianmu and avalanches, the traces on the snow-capped mountains could no longer constitute danger.

Faced with the past few days of travel, everyone was happy and quiet.

However, Lai Zi's face became more gloomy as he left.

Along the way, Zhang Meng asked her second uncle Zhang Shaotu some feng shui geography, and the rest was always paying attention to Lai Zi's actions. It was not that she was worried about Lai Zi, but Zhang Meng just felt that after the old man and Aba Lama, the only thing she could count on was Lai Zi's mysterious sense of smell.

Seeing that Lai Zi's expression was ugly, Zhang Meng took a few steps forward and wanted to ask. Before he could speak, he heard a burst of cheers from the Americans.

"Damn it, I thought the Americans had finally changed their sex these days?" Mr. Zhao San couldn't stand the Americans like this and cursed from the air.

The fat man closest to the American heard it clearly and turned around and said excitedly: "The American said that we have climbed Qiaogoli Peak, the main peak of the Kunlun Mountains, and the tomb of the Mingyan Ice Corpse should be at our feet."

While talking, Iana and Mike walked towards Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng knew that although the Americans found a rough location through previous detection, the real entrance to the tomb still needed the second uncle Zhang Shaotu and the method of dividing the gold-dividing acupoint by Lai Zi.

Without waiting for Iana and Mike to speak, Zhang Meng asked Lai Zi beside her: "Lai Zi..."

But before he finished speaking, he heard a roar coming from behind. Then Lai Zi stared at his eyes tightly, pointed his fingers behind him with a terrifying expression, and said in a trembling voice: "Snow Girl...Snow Girl..."

Zhang Meng quickly turned around and saw that the American who stayed at the last team rolled down to the other side of the mountain range with a snowy snow ball. Where everyone had just stopped, several big footprints that had appeared before were shockingly printed there.

It took half a month to delay, but today it broke out. Readers will add one update for every two monthly tickets accumulated by readers, without a limit.)
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