"Woo woo boil~~~" The voice floated from a distant mountain stream, a bit like a child's cry, weird and creepy. There was also a trumpet-like sound, which sounded very harsh. It's like some evil spirit, rejoicing in hell, but the sound is transmitted to it.

Anyway, whatever it was, the sound was very uncomfortable and uncomfortable to listen to.

Hearing this, Lao Han hurriedly closed his mouth, and hurriedly covered his mouth with it, and his voice suddenly stopped.

Mo Feifei was stunned, listened attentively, and after the voice rang for a while, it suddenly stopped sounding again. He couldn't help but ask curiously, "Uncle, what is this sound?"

Lao Han was stunned for a few moments, shook his head again and again, and stammered: "No, no, you heard it wrong." ”

"Since you heard it wrong, why are you nervous?" Mo Feifei narrowed his eyes, and his eyes burst with essence.

If one or two people hear it, it may be a hallucination, it may be misheard. But when everyone hears it, it's not as easy as hallucinations.

"I heard it too. "Me too. ”

The two female team members then Mo Feifei's words said, "If there is something, you can't lie to us?"

"Well, we spent so much money for you to be our guide, but we didn't ask you to play dumb riddles for us. Angel said suspiciously, and after speaking, she didn't forget to pull out her gun and look at it carefully.

Seeing the gun, Lao Han trembled. He hurriedly said, "Okay, okay, I say, I say." We're probably in big trouble. ”

"What's the trouble?" everyone said nervously.

Lao Han took a puff of cigarette, exhaled slowly, and said tremblingly: "That's the voice of the black wind, that is, the black storm." Once this sound appears, it is likely that there will be very bad weather that is rare in twenty years, and there may be a huge snowstorm coming. ”

"Recently, there has been no particularly bad weather in the Kunlun Mountains. Before coming, we had already investigated the weather forecast. Captain Nami took over and said.

Lao Han nodded and looked up at the sky: "Looking at God's face now, there shouldn't be any big snowstorm." It's just that the black wind just now is blowing really strangely. ”

"Is there a necessary connection between Black Wind and Blizzard?" Mo Feifei asked humbly.

Lao Han was noncommittal, but said: "Anyway, in my life, I have heard the sound of the black wind blowing a total of six times. Three times it was fine, but three times, it was a particularly heavy snowstorm. Every time there was a big snowstorm, so many cattle and sheep froze to death, and even our houses were covered, which was really terrifying. ”

Speaking of this, Lao Han's face was sad, and it seemed that he didn't want to recall the picture at that time.

Mo Feifei sighed and did not answer.

At this time, Lao Han said with the mentality of trying it out: "Otherwise, let's go back first, wait for ten days and half a month, and then come up." ”

"Ten days and half a month? A female member of the Fleur team sneered: "Just for the sake of your unreliable conjecture, let's give up our 'archaeology' plan?"

"That is, if after ten days and half a month, there is some white wind and green wind, won't we have to wait another ten days and half a month. I think you're trying to earn a few more of our guide fees. ”

Lao Han shook his head again and again: "How could it be, how could my Lao Han be that kind of person with a slippery head." I'm serious. ”

At this time, Anqi opened his mouth faintly: "You can lead the way, if you really encounter a huge snowstorm, we will drive you double." But if you're playing tricks on us, don't blame us for being rude. ”

As he spoke, he loaded the pistol and fired a shot into the "Kunlun Spring" not far away.

Porphyry~

The bullet made a few splashes in the spring water, and then quickly disappeared.

Hearing this voice and seeing this scene, Lao Han was suddenly frightened, what kind of archaeological team is this, this is clearly a bandit, why do you want to fight and kill at every turn.

Seeing Lao Han's nervous look, Mo Feifei hurriedly started the round and said with a smile: "Uncle, don't be nervous, we don't have any malicious intent." It's just that I'm thinking about the task in my heart, not to mention any blizzard, even if the world is under the blade, we still have to go. Time is pressing, and there may be some rudeness on the part of the team, please understand. ”

Compared with these "female bandits", this descendant named Mo Feifei is quite polite.

For the sake of his face, Lao Han doesn't care about anything. He laughed dryly, crouched on the ground, and smoked to himself.

After the group rested for half an hour, their physical strength had basically recovered. In addition, it has been so long, and it has basically adapted to the hypoxic environment of the plateau here.

So, the afternoon trip went fast.

In a blink of an eye, it was half past five in the afternoon. Winter, especially in the mountains, always comes early in the evening.

No, it's already dark at this point.

At night, if you walk in the snow, it's no different from looking for death. If you are not careful, you may get stuck in a snowdrift and not be able to get out. Even if Lao Han is such an excellent guide, he doesn't dare to walk blindly in the night.

In order to be safe, Lao Han found a leeward again, and stopped in a relatively safe place.

The group set up a tent here, ready to spend the night. Mo Feifei arranged some bells around the tent in case a fierce beast attacked.

At night, the temperature in the mountains plummets, and the water turns into ice. Although there is a warm sleeping bag and a warm baby heat on the body, it still can't withstand the biting cold.

However, there are no complaints. Knowing that this trip was not easy, everyone had already made psychological preparations.

After dinner and some water, everyone hid in their tents and shrank into their tents.

Everyone was very tired after a day's journey. In less than five minutes, the female members of the Furong archaeological team continued to fall asleep at 66.

After that, even Lao Han fell asleep, and a slight snoring sounded.

Mo Feifei didn't go to bed so early, although he was also very tired, but he still couldn't get used to letting him rest so early.

His whole body shrunk into his sleeping bag, took out a flashlight, and read the ancient book of the "Suspicious Dragon Sutra" that he had accidentally obtained in the army.

From the story that Lao Han told during the day today, coupled with the record of "Ten Thousand Dragons Out of the Hole" in this book, Mo Feifei felt a little drumming in his heart.

Could it be that this Kunlun Mountain, there is really such a thing as a dragon?

How many secrets are hidden in this vast Kunlun Mountain?

He held the ancient book that he had turned over countless times and read it with relish.

In a blink of an eye, three or four hours passed, and at this time, Mo's extraordinary sleepiness also came up, he put down his book, turned off his flashlight, and was about to sleep.

At this moment, he suddenly heard it faintly

(End of chapter)