The mouth on the skull is much larger than that of a normal person. I looked at it for a while and thought it might be a mask. Why should I wrap this piece of savage fur and throw it in the hell behind the iron gate? The fat man and I couldn't figure it out. Looking at the traces of the fur that had been processed by someone, I didn't know if it was worth it.

We gasped for a while and felt that we were almost ready to move. Seeing that there were more and more muskrats running around in the corners, we did not dare to stay any longer and quickly left the slow and bone-filled place. Because when I looked at the terrain behind the door, I knew that the iron gate was not used to block the stern priest, but to prevent the criminals who fell from falling from above from running out of the door. The few big holes on the slanted top were for the kind of priest beasts to enter and exit. If two more crawled in, it would be difficult to deal with.

The fat man used the fur of the savage to wrap the strange mask and tucked it. I and I crawled out of the secret hole one after another. At this time, the bright moon was in the sky outside. It was midnight, and the ground of the Reincarnation Temple was covered with blood. The remaining limbs of Adong were gnawed. They were relatively complete. They were his two separated thighs and a few bones. There was basically nothing left in the upper body except for a few bones. It was really terrible.

After discussing with the fat man, no matter what, they were all the way. Don’t let him bury the corpse here. But if it’s too troublesome to dig a hole and bury it, just throw all the remaining bits and pieces into the secret hole.

We both threw Adong's remaining limbs into the black iron gate, and then put the silver-eyed Buddha statue back. If we steal such things, we will definitely be punished. Let it stay in the secret room. Then we closed the iron gate again, blocked the solid with broken bricks and wood, and then returned according to the same path.

On the way back, the fat man sighed blindly and sympathized with Adong's miserable fate: "I discovered a truth that not everyone can be a hero, but Commander Hu is still what you said makes sense. The more critical the moment, the more you dare to be a bastard."

I said to the fat man, "You can't always be bastards. There is a saying that blind man said is very good. People live in the world, and there are many disasters and dangers in the world. It is not unique storms. Faced with various dangers of different natures, we must adopt different countermeasures. Since ancient times, attacking cities is the best and attacking the heart is the best. In the future, we must strengthen ideological propaganda offensives and strive to dismantle the enemy psychologically..."

We were talking while walking, and just talking without a trace, but suddenly I heard a series of footsteps behind me, as if someone was following us. I became alert, and immediately stopped talking and looked back at the quiet mountains and forests behind me. The shadows shone out by the moonlight fell on the ground in darkness, and the outline was like a ferocious beast. The wind was howling on the desolate plateau, and the wind was roaring. Maybe what I just had just illusions.

Although I didn't find anything unusual, I always felt something was wrong in my heart. So Fatty and I accelerated our pace and hurried back to the fortress where the expedition team was camping. While no one noticed it, we went back to the sleeping bag and slept with our heads covered. The next morning, Uncle Ming asked us if we had seen the bad boy Adong. Fatty and I shook our heads like a bull drum, but we didn't see it. I said that Asong might think it was too hard to move the oxygen cylinder and could not stand the crime, so we ran away in advance.

The fat man pretended to be even more evil: "A Dong? Isn't he in Beijing? Why is he here? Uncle Ming, are you confused? You are lacking in oxygen? Go intubate quickly."

Uncle Ming had to ask Peter Huang to look around, and finally saw that there was no result, so he stopped asking. Anyway, he was just a follower, and whether he was dead or alive, it had nothing to do with the overall situation.

The guide told us that we couldn't leave today. In the second half of last night, there was a wind blowing in the middle of the night. It seemed that there must be heavy rain today. There were too many yaks in our team. The yaks on the plateau were not afraid of wolves or Tibetan horse bears, but they were most afraid of thunder. When encountering thunder and lightning on the road, they would definitely run around and jump around. They had to delay for a day and wait until tomorrow to set off back to Sengezangbu.

When we think about it, we have already mastered the approximate location of Karamir in Kunlun Mountain. Even if we arrive in Karamir, we cannot enter the mountain for the time being because the equipment and supplies have not arrived yet. When everything is ready, it will take half a month to do it. Moreover, from the Ali area to Kunlun Mountain, it almost spans the Tibetan Plateau. The journey is long and there is no need to fight for one or two days. So we stayed in the fortress ruins. As expected, before noon, the sky became dark and the clouds became thicker, and finally it started to rain.

Everyone was drinking butter tea in the castle. Because it was raining and the air pressure was lower, A Xiang felt that she had difficulty breathing and stayed in the inner room to sleep. The rest discussed the next action plan. Then the fat man told Uncle Ming and others about his magnificent career in fighting, which made those people stunned.

I took the opportunity to call Lama and Shirley Yang into the stone house where I was sleeping, took out the fur of the savage and the paper-paste mask for them to show them. I also briefly said what happened last night, but I told them that Adong's death was best not to tell Uncle Ming, so as not to cause misunderstandings. He might think that the fat man and I were trying to make money and killed Adong, so don't cause trouble for himself.

Shirley Yang was a little angry after hearing this: "You are too brave. You dare to go to the ruins of the ancient city late at night to have a prank. You have been a lieutenant for a few years, but you don't look at all steady. What should you do if you have any accidents?"

I said to Shirley Yang: "The hero does not mention the courage of the past, but recalls the past and the prosperous years. Last night, including the previous events, it has become a small wave in the long river of history. Let's not be entangled in those pasts that have become objective existence. Look at the words on this mask, can you recognize it? This is the only thing in the Reincarnation Temple with words. There are many similarities between the Reincarnation Sect and the Demon Kingdom beliefs. Maybe there will be some valuable information in it."

Shirley Yang said helplessly: "You are so eloquent. You should not be a soldier. You should be a lawyer or a politician." After that, he took the mask and looked at it, and said strangely: "This is the Bible written in Portuguese."

In addition to being good at "Looking for Dragons", I also have a specialty. If others ask me some questions that I don't want to answer, I will pretend not to hear them. So I asked Shirley Yang: "Do you still understand Portuguese? I said how this word is written like bunches of grapes."

Shirley Yang shook his head and said, "I can only understand a little, but I am familiar with the Bible. This is definitely the Bible, and there is no mistake."

With the help of the lama, it can finally be concluded that this mask is an image of a devil in the Reincarnation Sect. The use of the Bible to make such a terrifying mask is probably related to the previous conflicts of religious destruction in Tibet. The fur of the Himalayan savages was a treasure loved by the ancient Tibetan nobles. It is said that it has a heat preservation effect. If the corpse is wrapped inside, it can also be anti-corrosive. When the kings and nobles were hunting, they liked to put it on their backs as cloaks, which could hide the smell of human beings in the wind. Another saying is that this fur can wrap the soul and make it never free.

Shirley Yang wanted to see what the mystery was in this mask, so he peeled off the dry paper pages on the mask layer by layer, and found that in these Bible scriptures, there were many twists and turns, a map, with waterways and mountains, and castles, but I don’t know where it was.

Since there is no basis, we can only speculate based on the terrain in the picture. This may be the map of the ancient Xiangxiong Dynasty, or the map of the Phoenix Divine Palace in Kunlun Mountain. Because the deceased Guge Dynasty has a deep connection with these two places, it is very likely that the information of these two ancient ruins is retained. Foreigners secretly copied it out and prepared to search for treasures or do something else. However, before we could take it out, we encountered an accident. People were thrown into hell and fed to Sesinbaru. The Bible, which secretly painted the map, was made into the face of a demon, wrapped in savage fur, and threw it into hell. However, the details of it are beyond our reach. In short, this map, which is almost unrecognizable, has certain value.

Shirley Yang was busy repairing the drawings, so I turned around and went out to pour millet and oil tea outside to drink. At this time, the rain outside was much lighter, but the thunder rumbling, as if it was still brewing even greater rainfall. It was dark as if it was at night. It seemed that it was hard to say whether the weather would turn sunny tomorrow. The fat man in the outer room was sitting in the fire, and was chatting. Uncle Ming, Peter Huang, Han Shuna, and the guide named Jixiang, all opened his mouth wide and listened with all his attention.

The fat man said with a mouthful of mouth: "Fatty, I took out eight pieces of the old rice dumplings from the big coffin, buried my head on the side of the road, buried my arms and thighs in the east and west mountains, and there was a piece of body left in the middle, and kicked it into the river."

The fat man said to Peter Huang, "You Prince Syramark, do you know that man? Just as the old man came to our country, the streets were full of waist drum teams to welcome him. The Ministry of Foreign Affairs insisted that I go to meet him. My mom was so stupid. I didn't have time to think it was messy, so I avoided the countryside. I found a haunted house that was said to have died of seventeen people. Fat man had this temper and didn't believe in that. What a haunted house, the haunted house, and it was OK to stay in. At night, I started to count the Minguyi that I had touched from the old Zongzi. I just counted it. ****, guess what?

Uncle Ming shook his head and said, "Are you wrong? If you don't tell us, how can we guess? How many Ming weapons have you taken?"

The fat man said, "Not mentioning it, there is still a clear weapon. Just after half of the lit, the door was knocked open. The thunderbolts outside opened one by one, and the door opened itself. Something came in from outside, which was the head that I buried by the river."

Uncle Ming and others were bored and heard the fat man talking about the mountains. Although they knew that he was talking nonsense, the thunder outside was tight at this time, and the abandoned castle was gloomy and dark, so they couldn't help but feel nervous.

I felt funny in my heart and thought to myself that you are so good, Fatty, just talk. It would be better to scare Uncle Ming’s heart disease. We have an excuse to go to Karamir to find “Dragon Head” without taking these burdens.

I walked to the teapot and just picked up the bowl and wanted to pour some tea when I suddenly heard a woman's scream from inside. It seemed that it was A Xiang, wasn't she sleeping? At this moment, everyone in the room stood up, and even the iron rod lama and Shirley Yang walked out.

Everyone was worried that something had happened to Axiang. They were about to go in and see her, but they saw Axiang running out barefoot and throwing into Uncle Ming's arms. Uncle Ming quickly comforted her: "Don't be afraid of good girl, what happened?"

A Xiang stared at the big, godless eyes, looked around everyone in the room, and said to Uncle Ming: "Godfather, I'm so scared. I saw A Dong's body covered in blood, walking around in this room."

Others don’t realize it, but the fat man and I, who knew Adong’s death, felt a chill behind us. At this time, the Tiebang Lama walked up and said, “He has a bardo body, and he must quickly die the bardo, otherwise he will kill the living people here.”

The iron rod lama said that the bardo body is not a resentful soul, but is better than a resentful soul. Tantra believes that after a person dies until he is reincarnated, his state is called the bardo. The lama asked Axiang if he can see where the bardo body is now?
Chapter completed!