Luo Sanguai's people obviously did not expect Zhou Damazi to do this. In addition, they were just shopping for the oxygen pump but threw the gun into pieces, so they were all stunned.

Luo Sanguai suddenly said angrily: "Zhou Damazi, don't be ungrateful. I have endured you just now. What else do you want?"

Zhou Damazi said: "Haha, I never asked you to settle the account of your brother when you ruined me. Just for a Mingwei that is not worth 500 yuan. As for the fact that he was so desperate to pick his tendons?

Since I have arrived here, I won’t mention my previous grievances and grievances, but I have more important things to solve. The Thousand-Faced Demon King can only belong to me. Taking you with me will only cause trouble for me, so I hope you can be more tactful, otherwise my gun will not have eyes!

Get out of here while I haven’t gotten angry yet!”

Luo Sanguai waved his hand and said, "Okay, okay, I admit that I did something wrong before, but that was the first time your brother was cheating and selling fakes. Didn't we explain this matter clearly at that time?

What I am curious about is, what else can be so important to you?"

Zhou Damazi said jokingly: "Without you, it is very important to me!"

Luo Sanguai's face turned blue and he said angryly: "Don't think I can't do anything to you!"

As he said that, he waved his hand, as if he had issued some order.

A bullet flew over from a distance and hit Zhou Damazi's shoulder hard.

Everyone was in a mess in an instant. I hurriedly looked around and saw a black spot on the valley where Luo Sanguai and his friends stopped just now. It was obviously the sniper who was ambushing Luo Sanguai.

After Zhou Damazi was shot, he leaned back and fell to the ground.

Jinhu and I quickly stepped forward to support him, but at the same time, Luo Sanguai's people also surrounded us and pointed the gun at us.

In this way, we became completely prisoners. The yellow-haired man under Luo Sanguai snatched Zhou Damazi's gun and smashed him hard on the head with the buttstock.

Jin Hu said angrily: "Is he still fucking not following the rules? If he is shot, you will still do this for a while? Isn't this a life?" As he said that, he wanted to hit Huangmao.

I quickly stopped Jinhu and asked him to rummaged through his backpack to find a hemorrhagic bandage. At this time, Zhou Damazi had almost fainted. Although the shot was not fatal, the trauma caused was quite a lot. If he was not dealt with in time, he might have to put his life here.

I guess Luo Sanguai was a little worried when he saw Zhou Damazi's injury. After all, he still needed this person, so he called his younger brother who knew some medical skills to help me.

After treating the wound, I suggested to Luo Sanguai, "Boss Luo, you have also seen it. My master's shot was very hard, and at least it would take a while to act. If you continue to stay here, it would cost him any time. Why don't we evacuate first and find a hospital to heal his injuries before coming in."

Unexpectedly, Luo Sanguai refused and said, "That's not OK. He is a gunshot wound. No matter where he is sent to the hospital, he will definitely call the police. Wouldn't he cause trouble then?"

I said anxiously: "But this person's life is at stake. You can't just ignore it. Under the current circumstances, he can't hold on for long."

Luo Sanguai said, "You think of a solution. If you can't remove the bullet, you can seal the wound. The sky burial platform is not far away. I will ask someone to carry him on it. It won't take long. I just need him to help get out the Thousand-Faced Demon King."

I shook my head helplessly. Seeing Luo Sanguai's attitude was so firm and completely ignored the lives of others, I knew that such desperado were all hard-hearted, and it would be useless to say more.

However, it is better to just reshoot the bullets at such high altitudes. All I can do is to ensure that Zhou Damazi will not bleed again.

After a pause, we continued to drive under Luo Sanguai's urging. Zhou Damazi was carried by Huangmao and the others in turn, and every time we walked, we had to change people.

After walking intermittently for a long time, we finally reached the top of the mountain. When we looked back, we saw that there was indeed a small sky burial platform. There were long prayer flags all around it, and in the middle was a large rectangular stone slab, which should be used for funerals.

Speaking of which, I have also been to Tibetan areas several times before and know what the herdsmen’s sky burial is going on.

Generally speaking, if they die, they will not choose a place to bury the land like us Han people. Except for the customs of some areas that use water burials and cremation, most Tibetan areas are mainly burials of sky.

The whole process is probably like this. After a person dies, his family must bathe clean, and then invite a lama to recite scriptures and divination. When the time for burial is selected, he will call on relatives and friends to carry the deceased to the sky burial platform with a corpse bag.

The next process is a bit cruel. The lamas will recite scriptures around the Sky Burial Platform. On the one hand, they will save the dead, and on the other hand, they are also summoning a kind of bird of prey - vultures.

According to the Tibetans' view, the core of the so-called burial of heaven is the immortality of the soul and the reincarnation of the cycle, and death is just the separation of the immortal soul and the old body.

Feeding vultures with your own skin is a kind of donation, reflecting the highest state of Mahayana Buddhism - self-sacrifice.

So while the lamas were chanting scriptures, the vultures were already eyeing each other. What’s strange is that they never need training or attract anything. As long as there are corpses on the sky burial platform, they know what to do.

When the lamas finished reciting the scriptures, a full-time Sky Burialist placed the body face down on the stage, then dismantled the limbs with a knife and cut them into small pieces, and took out the internal organs at the same time.

Then the Sky Burial Master wanted to signal to the vultures around him, and the vultures would immediately swoop down and peck the flesh on the corpse clean.

The remaining bones must be crushed bit by the Sky Burial Master, mixed with barley flour and pinched into tsampa, then glued the blood on the ground, and then threw them to the vultures to eat them all. At this time, the entire Sky Burial process will be considered to be over.

During this period, family members must always keep an eye on to ensure that their relatives can complete the cycle of reincarnation.

Of course, sometimes this situation occurs. No matter how the lamas recite scriptures, vultures will only circle in the sky without coming down to grab food.

To the Tibetan compatriots, this is that the deceased committed too many evils before his death, and the vultures were unwilling to eat him.

So the family could only apply the blood of the deceased on their mouths with their hands. I don’t know the specific meaning of this, but as long as this action is taken, the vultures will be willing to come down to grab the food.

However, the Sky Burial Platform is usually halfway up the mountain or on the top of the mountain, and the one in front of us is no exception. Therefore, I can't figure out if it is really as Zhou Damazi said, and there is a Thousand-Faced Demon King suppressing here, then wouldn't we have to dig three feet into the ground?

I carefully observed the environment around the Sky Burial Platform. Apart from the large stone slab, there was nothing else to cover the turf. In other words, even if we wanted to dig, we didn't know how to dig.

Luo Sanguai obviously realized this problem, so he asked someone to wake Zhou Damazi up so that he could give him some advice. I quickly stopped Jinhu and asked him to rummage his backpack to find a hemorrhage bandage. At this time, Zhou Damazi had almost fainted. Although the shot was not fatal, the trauma caused was quite large. If he was not dealt with in time, he might have to put his life here.

I guess Luo Sanguai was a little worried when he saw Zhou Damazi's injury. After all, he still needed this person, so he called his younger brother who knew some medical skills to help me.

After treating the wound, I suggested to Luo Sanguai, "Boss Luo, you have also seen it. My master's shot was very hard, and at least it would take a while to act. If you continue to stay here, it would cost him any time. Why don't we evacuate first and find a hospital to heal his injuries before coming in."

Unexpectedly, Luo Sanguai refused and said, "That's not OK. He is a gunshot wound. No matter where he is sent to the hospital, he will definitely call the police. Wouldn't he cause trouble then?"

I said anxiously: "But this person's life is at stake. You can't just ignore it. Under the current circumstances, he can't hold on for long."

Luo Sanguai said, "You think of a solution. If you can't remove the bullet, you can seal the wound. The sky burial platform is not far away. I will ask someone to carry him on it. It won't take long. I just need him to help get out the Thousand-Faced Demon King."

I shook my head helplessly. Seeing Luo Sanguai's attitude was so firm and completely ignored the lives of others, I knew that such desperado were all hard-hearted, and it would be useless to say more.

However, it is better to just reshoot the bullets at such high altitudes. All I can do is to ensure that Zhou Damazi will not bleed again.

After a pause, we continued to drive under Luo Sanguai's urging. Zhou Damazi was carried by Huangmao and the others in turn, and every time we walked, we had to change people.

After walking intermittently for a long time, we finally reached the top of the mountain. When we looked back, we saw that there was indeed a small sky burial platform. There were long prayer flags all around it, and in the middle was a large rectangular stone slab, which should be used for funerals.

Speaking of which, I have also been to Tibetan areas several times before and know what the herdsmen’s sky burial is going on.

Generally speaking, if they die, they will not choose a place to bury the land like us Han people. Except for the customs of some areas that use water burials and cremation, most Tibetan areas are mainly burials of sky.

The whole process is probably like this. After a person dies, his family must bathe clean, and then invite a lama to recite scriptures and divination. When the time for burial is selected, he will call on relatives and friends to carry the deceased to the sky burial platform with a corpse bag.

The next process is a bit cruel. The lamas will recite scriptures around the Sky Burial Platform. On the one hand, they will save the dead, and on the other hand, they are also summoning a kind of bird of prey - vultures.

According to the Tibetans' view, the core of the so-called burial of heaven is the immortality of the soul and the reincarnation of the cycle, and death is just the separation of the immortal soul and the old body.

Feeding vultures with your own skin is a kind of donation, reflecting the highest state of Mahayana Buddhism - self-sacrifice.

So while the lamas were chanting scriptures, the vultures were already eyeing each other. What’s strange is that they never need training or attract anything. As long as there are corpses on the sky burial platform, they know what to do.

When the lamas finished reciting the scriptures, a full-time Sky Burialist placed the body face down on the stage, then dismantled the limbs with a knife and cut them into small pieces, and took out the internal organs at the same time.
Chapter completed!