"I have prepared an oxygen tank. Do you want to take a few breaths of oxygen?"

After driving for about three hours, the fat man suddenly reached out and pushed Su Bai, who was almost half asleep and half awake.

Su Bai shook his head and continued to close his eyes.

The fat man took out an oxygen tank himself, covered the plug and sucked it in a big mouth.

"You are really bored, too." Su Bai said with a smile and cry.

"I don't know if it's because I gave too much tip or the car rental company has such thoughtful service, but it has prepared a few small oxygen tanks for me in the car. It's useless or not, so it can't be wasted."

The fat man took several consecutive sips. To be honest, the thin oxygen did not have much impact on him, otherwise he would not have been able to go to the deep sea cave of Qinhuangdao with Su Bai.

"How come there are halal signs on this oxygen tank? Damn, do you have to halal the air?" The fat man frowned and threw the oxygen tank directly into the rear seat.

"It's coming soon, drive slowly, pay attention to the situation ahead." Su Bai reminded.

"Yes." Su Bai nodded seriously.

The Talumbu Grand Canyon is not far ahead. Now you can see the Grand Canyon in the car, which means that the lamas’ lairs are nearby.

"Dabai, there are people in front of you, and there are many people." The fat man shouted.

"I'm not blind." Su Bai stretched out his hand and signaled the fat man to stop the car first.

"Is there a tour group here for a picnic?" The fat man looked over and asked, because in front, near the Grand Canyon, there were seven or eight cars parked there, and there were also a tent with some monks interspersed in the outside, like waiters.

"It shouldn't be an ordinary tourist. Do you remember what the little fan of Gyatso said? Recently, several groups of people like us drove to this neighborhood."

"You mean they are listeners like us?" The fat man smashed his mouth, "They were all bodyguards hired by those lamas?"

"If it's a bodyguard, these listeners should have entered the temple, but now they are all camping outside. Obviously, even the temples are very cautious about them. I'll ask you to check the news on the forum, have you checked?"

"I checked it, there was no news, it should have been posted through other channels." The fat man replied.

"This is interesting. There were at least seven or eight people below, or even nearly ten people, and they had already set out here before the incident in Nanjing;

Since the gathering location is here, I think it should have been organized by the lamas in the temple before, but those lamas tried to come to Nanjing to kill Gyatso because of the smell of blood, but they were seriously injured and affected their follow-up plans. The listeners who were originally organized had to arrange camp outside the temple first, and they dared not let them go directly to the temple." Su Bai guessed, "Originally, those lamas should have planned to kill Gyatso before proceeding to the next step, but now the plan has been destroyed."

"Dabai, no matter what, as long as these listeners who have come here for no reason are not the bodyguards hired by those lamas, there will be no problem." The fat man rubbed his hands, "Our goal is to find those lamas to avenge them, and just bypass them and sneak into the temple."

Su Bai shook his head, "If you have so many listeners sitting at your doorstep when you are seriously injured, can you still live at home and recuperate with peace of mind?"

A strange look flashed in the fat man's eyes and said, "Dabai, do you mean that those lamas are probably not in the temple?"

"Not very likely, it should be more than 90%. Now those lamas have been damaged by me and you. One seriously injured and two are left with their souls. In addition, the radio suddenly stopped broadcasting for three months. They probably have no chance to recover from their injuries, just like Gyatso and the monk. When they were in strength and condition before, they could have successfully organized an "exploration" and "treasure hunting" activity with so many listeners. Now, these listeners who had gathered themselves before have become their biggest threat."

"It's hard to ride a tiger." The fat man stretched out, "That would be a problem for us. What if those lamas really acted as turtles and just put these listeners' pigeons, wouldn't it mean that they were putting the pigeons of both of us? They were not hiding in their nests. How could we find them in this place of Tibet?"

Just as Su Bai was discussing with the fat man, a jeep drove quickly from behind them, and the speed was very fast. Moreover, the car had obviously been modified, and the sounds made and the dust raised when driving were very strange.

Dynamic car music can be heard from a distance.

The owner of the car should be a very crazy person.

Because this is not a scenic spot, people who drive so far away from the main highway in the wilderness must have their own special purpose, and most of them are the audience.

Su Bai smiled at the corner of his mouth, "There is really someone behind us."

The jeep stopped next to the car where Su Bai and Fatty were sitting. There were two people in the car. The driver was wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses. The other party was actually a black man.

Moreover, as soon as he spoke, Su Bai felt that the other party was not the black listener he had met before who grew up in China, but an authentic foreigner.

"Hey, guys, why don't you go in front?" The other party was holding the mouth, obviously big, smoky, while asking, while drinking and smoky, he was still breathing in vain.

Su Bai looked at the man for a while and then looked back, ignoring him. The fat man took out his cigarette, lit it, and took a sip.

"What a deep Chinese."

"That's how strong the people are, and the listeners of strong the people are like this." The young oriental man in the passenger seat said in a disdainful tone.

"Yo, Zhou, shouldn't you be from the same country?" The black man said to the Oriental Youth in his co-pilot position.

"Klaus, I admit that I am Chinese, but I don't admit that they and I are from the same country."

"It sounds really a bit of a mouth-wrinkle." The black Klaus shook his head, "Zhou, let's go there first, don't let our lama friends wait too long." As he said, Klaus rubbed his palm, "To be honest, I'm a little excited."

"Those lamas should be out..." The young man surnamed Zhou didn't say anything after he said this. Obviously he knew it. The two listeners on the car next door should have the ability to hear their communication clearly.

Klaus glanced at Su Bai and Fatty's car again, "I should be a little impatient to wait, so I plan to leave, but I'm a little unwilling to accept it." As he said, Klaus waved to the fatty and Su Bai's car again, "Hey, guys, the event will continue as usual, let's go together."

After saying that, Klaus rebooted the jeep and drove to the campground in front.

When the jeep drove far away, the fat man couldn't help but start to squirt, "Your brother-in-law, a strong man, you can see that it's Wanwan."

Su Bai glanced at the fat man and smiled, "The strong people use more Hong Kong people, and Taiwanese people use more 426, but that person's accent should be in the Taiwanese version of Mandarin."

"What does 426 mean?"

"Damn Ah Lu." Su Bai explained.

"Damn, Dabai, why are you so familiar with this?" The fat man said a little surprised, "Don't tell me that you often go online to spray wars."

"When I was doing business, I had a lot of contact with the consortium there. I also lived in Hong Kong and Taiwan for a lot of time." Su Bai shook down the car window, "In fact, beating is love, scolding is love. Both sides mocking each other and scolding each other can deepen the exchange."

"Dabai, I can't understand your level of thought. Could it be that the keyboard warriors of both sides are the messengers who promote cultural exchanges online?"

"Well, at least in my opinion, it is much more obvious than an official organization like the Taiwan Affairs Office."

The fat man started the car, "So, are we going to go there too? I mean, those lamas recognize us."

"Those lamas will definitely not come out now. From the previous incident of the birdman, we can see that they have a close relationship with Western audiences. This black man should have been called to save the situation. There should be a big thing to do, otherwise it would not attract so many listeners. Fatty, don't you like to take advantage of things like fishing in troubled waters and benefiting magic weapons? I don't believe you are really not interested."

"It's a bit risky. If your identity is discovered, you'll be gging." The fat man said a little worriedly, "And, Fatty, I feel that I've been writing words lately and have a bad luck."

"It's okay, you've been in trouble for so long recently, and it's time for you to operate. Besides, even if your identity is exposed, what's there to be afraid of? Those listeners are not lamas, so they can't attack us. At least, we still have confidence in getting out of here."

"That's right." The fat man drove over.

As they were about to arrive at the campsite, several monks came out and the fat man stopped the car in front of them.

"Donor, you are a guest here, please follow us."

The monk spoke very well in Chinese, so the fat man parked the car here, got out with Su Bai, and followed the monk in front to the campsite.

The black man Klaus was gone, and the young man surnamed Zhou was standing outside the campground holding some small flags in his hand as if he was fiddling with something. Seeing Su Bai and the fat man coming, he didn't say anything, but was still watching his own affairs and stammering something in his mouth.

Several small flags had been inserted into the ground, and the fat man deliberately walked through the middle of the small flag.

The young man surnamed Zhou originally showed an angry look on his face, but then he showed a look of surprise and asked:

"A strong man, do you understand the formation?"

"Hello Wanwan, yes, I understand the formation."
Chapter completed!