Drive, chase.

Actually it's not like chasing.

Lahar was very surprised to hear the co-pilot Qin Kun commanding the direction along the way.

After driving for an hour, Lahar finally couldn't help but ask: "Boss Qin, you've already left Delhi..."

Qin Kun nodded: "Continue chasing."

"Where are they?"

This is a mysterious place for Lahal. It is a road with no cars in front and no cars in the back. Is Qin Kun chasing the air?

"They're still ahead."

Hearing Qin Kun’s answer, Rahar simply ignored the other party, because the other party’s words were too ridiculous.

When the music was played out, Lahar no longer asked, the car was racing in the suburbs, and he was far ahead.

There are mountains, roads, trains, and villages.

Qin Kun looked at the scenery along the way and felt the atmosphere of this country.

How to say...

It's a little more messy than I imagined, and it's chaotic and disorderly.

It seems that the religious atmosphere is too strong and diverse, which leads to different dresses and mental outlooks of the people. There are many temples along the way and there are many believers, but there is no sense of overall feeling.

The car has been driving for 6 hours and it is already evening.

Tu Yong sent a message to Qin Kun, asking if they had chased him. Qin Kun replied that he was following him, asking him not to be anxious.

It was dark and the road was not easy to walk. After Lahal refueled, they came to a town.

"Let's take a rest here for a night."

Qin Kun proposed.

After six hours, Lahar drove for no reason and his heart was filled with fire. Today, he was misunderstood by Tu Yong, but he was also blindly directed by Qin Kun to come here. He didn't understand anything, and Qin Kun didn't say anything, which made Lahar's anger rise, as if he was about to explode.

"Boss Qin, where are we going? If you don't say it, I'll go back tonight!"

"Chasing people, don't you want to see where their nest is?"

"They?" Rahal chuckled, "Ha, where are they?"

Qin Kun bought a bottle of soda in a shop in the town, opened the cap and sniffed, and thrust towards the restaurant across the street.

"Hahahaha... This joke is not funny at all!" Lahar grabbed Qin Kun's collar and pulled it to the restaurant opposite, "You want to tell me, are they eating inside? Well?!... Hum???..."

Lahar wanted to expose Qin Kun's lies, but his smile suddenly froze. Because he saw a familiar back in the hotel, the man in sunglasses who was holding Tu Yong's neck!

The man in sunglasses was eating voraciously in the store. Next to him was an old man with white beard rubbing the back of his head, and opposite to him was another man in sunglasses who were retching.

Lahal's eyes widened: "This...you...how could they...be..."

Qin Kun pointed to Rahar's hand: "I'm helping you at least, you're very rude to me like this."

"Feel sorry……"

Lahar hurriedly let go, feeling Qin Kun's god, his depressedness just now was wiped out and he became respectful.

"It's okay, you drove for an afternoon, and it's normal to have a temper. You just invited that bottle of soda!"

"Oh, no problem."

Lahar hurriedly paid for the soda.

Along the way, Qin Kun stared at them with his eyes, so he naturally would not lose their movements. After the man in sunglasses finished his meal, he went to a hotel with his friends. Qin Kun also stayed in a hotel not far away.

Now, whether Qin Kun takes a shower or watches TV, Lahar will no longer disturb him.

Lahar began to guess Qin Kun's identity, and this person was probably not that simple. He hid in the quilt at night, didn't bother with Tu Yong, and pestered him to ask Tu Yong what Qin Kun was from. Tu Yong didn't let go. In the end, Lahar used a bitter trick to tell Tu Yong that he was not only misunderstood, but also was concealed and isolated, and was not considered Tu Yong's friend at all. Tu Yong was hit by a weak point, so he let go and told Lahar a little news about Qin Kun.

After resting all night, at 5 a.m. the next day, Lahar heard someone knocking on the door in a daze.

"Boss Qin?"

"Lahar, we're leaving."

Lahar immediately put on his clothes, and Qin Kun signaled not to hurry: "Go and wash up."

After washing up, it was still dark and the breakfast stall was not set up. The two continued to drive forward.

Today, Lahar was full of energy and revealed his identity to Qin Kun along the way. He vaguely told Qin Kun that he was a Hindu believer, and so on. Qin Kun suspected that the other party saw that he had good qualifications and wanted to help him join the church, but he did not dare to respond.

On the map, it is now located in the southeast of Delhi. From morning to noon, Rahar discovered that they had arrived in Lucknow.

The car travels through this city, which makes people shine more than the cities along the way. This city has an illusion that people feel decay and poetic when they see it.

"Where is this?" No city can ever make Qin Kun feel so complicated.

“Lucknow.”

Lahar told Qin Kun that this is a city that is full of sings and feasts in the morning and evening. It is the capital of Uttar Pradesh and is equivalent to a provincial capital. The princes and nobles in the 18th century lived a life of thriving here. They were seeking fun and immersed in it. This is the center of the Ganges Plain. It is famous for its many poems, gardens, flowers, perfumes and prostitutes.

The roads here are wide, the buildings are magnificent, and even more magnificent than the Red Fort! You can imagine the luxury of the nobles at that time.

“Go over there, and then stop!”

In a market area, Qin Kun stopped Rahar.

The goods flowing on the surrounding stalls were full of brilliance, handicrafts and silk products, which captured the hearts of many women and tourists. Qin Kun and Lahar got off the car and walked through it. Lahar said, "This is Aminabad District, India's shopping paradise. If you want to buy goods, please go to Mumbai. If you want to buy Indian goods, please come to Aminabad."

Silverware, spices, local crafts, religious souvenirs, and the market here are all available.

Lucknow, the capital of culture, demonstrates its unique prosperity from different angles, and the women on the street are also very beautiful.

The fragrance is everywhere along the way, and those women with nose rings and full of fragrance have become the best live advertisements for spices.

"Boss Qin, Boss Qin?"

"Ah?" Qin Kun turned his head.

Discovering that Qin Kun had just been staring at the most beautiful woman, Lahar couldn't help but feel moved and tried to ask: "There are many prostitutes here, do you want to experience the exotic style?"

Qin Kun stretched out his arm to lock Rahal's neck, and his fist drilled into his head and scolded: "What are you thinking! Am I that kind of person?"

Lahal felt stuck in his iron arms and could not break free, so he had to beg for mercy: "I was wrong... I didn't mean that either..."

Qin Kun pulled his collar up: "But since you have invited you warmly, I can't help but give you face. The woman walking over there is pretty good. Can you handle it?"

Lahal originally wanted to apologize to Qin Kun, but found that Qin Kun was as dirty as he thought, and smiled thorny: "I'll give it a try."

If a woman walks with a dignified posture but has a large hip twist, then in the city of Lucknow, 80% will be called up by others, and those who are bolder will directly ask for the price.

When facing women, Lahar had nothing to be embarrassed. In religion, he had also come into contact with temple prostitutes, so when he stopped the woman, Lahar told her right to tell her what she wanted.

Then he was slapped in the face.

Rahal covered his face and saw the woman leaving, and quickly stopped her. At the same time, after saying something, the woman spoke to Qin Kun.

The woman's eyes seemed to lit up.

Qin Kun pinched his chin and looked at the woman with a smile. After the woman looked at Qin Kun a few times, she smiled at Lahar.

Outside the market, Rahar saw the woman holding Qin Kun's arm on his own initiative, with beautiful eyes flowing. He said to Qin Kun: "Boss Qin, then I'll wait for you for a while?"

Qin Kun said: "Okay, tell Tu Yong and let him come over too. I'll come when I go."

Indian women have the most vivid eyes. They basically like to draw a circle of eyeliner to highlight the agility of their eyes. The nose ring is a tradition, and forehead decoration is also a must-have when going out. Then a layer of silk is wrapped, and the figure and temperament are revealed.

The woman next to Qin Kun is called ‘Aria’, who is that kind of beauty.

There are videos like bracelets, rings, bells hanging on their feet, and their toes are dyed with black pigments.

Her fingers, toes and nails were red, but not as bright as her lips. If her eyebrows were not that thick and her body hair was less, Qin Kun felt that she would be able to show off her skills in China.

"Aria, where are we going?" Qin Kun didn't mind taking advantage, and asked with his arms around Aria's shoulders.

"Qin, you come from afar, so I will take you to the most sacred place."

"The most holy? I'm really looking forward to it."

Qin Kun said the local dialect well. Aria thought it seemed to be Varanasi's accent, so she asked: "Qin, are you coming from the Ganges?"

Qin Kun thought about it and said that the Buryu Tea was made by Rahar. His hometown Varanasi is the best city for viewing the Ganges River in legend. So he replied politely: "Yes, I bathed in the water of the Ganges River and came here to find the home of the soul."

Aria covered her mouth and smiled, her bright eyes and white teeth, making her even more charming.

She looked at Qin Kun with a fiery gaze, charming and seductive: "There is no place here, it will only make your soul sink even more."

Qin Kun raised his eyebrows: "What a way to sink into trouble?"

Aria said: "You will know in a while."

A temple where believers pray.

The temple has an open-air courtyard, with blue bricks eroded, moss growing, running water does not rot, and passing through the hall. The walls on both sides are sculptures.

Those with God are more of the best.

In the atrium, there are more such sculptures, and the priests who come and go glance at Aria, and their eyes are fun.
To be continued...