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I gave the fat man a blank look, and I found that he was always optimistic, and tried to think about everything as simple as possible.

After driving for more than four hours, we finally came to the Kunlun Mountain Pass along the Qinghai-Tibet Highway. That is, the entrance to the Valley of Death, off the Qinghai-Tibet Highway, our vehicle performance is very superior, and it can shuttle freely in the grass and sand, but there are some bumps.

Before entering the valley of death, I looked out the window, in the mountains. The mountain is magnificent, worthy of the Kunlun Mountains. At the foot of this mountain, the grass is green, and there are a few herdsmen grazing sheep in the distance.

In this unknown place, we can't risk our lives, the fat man drove towards the herdsman in the distance, and when he got to the herdsman, the fat man and I got out of the car, and he said: Hello, ask if the valley of death is here?

Because this area is relatively close to Tibet, there should be many ethnic minorities nearby, and this herdsman has a typical minority face, and when he speaks, his Chinese is also very lame.

"What are you doing in the Valley of Death?" He took a puff of dry tobacco and asked the two of us.

The herdsman looked to be about forty or fifty years old, and the wrinkles on his face were like knives and axes, telling of the countless years he had experienced here.

The fat man smiled and said: Travel.

"Don't go to the Valley of Death. No matter who gets in, they can't get out. That's where the devil curses. "When he speaks, he raises his voice at the back, which sounds quite interesting.

The fat man handed over a cigarette. Say: Just tell us where the valley of death is, we're war correspondents, oh no, we're reporters for Nature magazine, and we're here to take some pictures, not to go inside.

Actually, we have a map, but no one has ever been to this place, so in order to determine the authenticity, we still have to ask the local herders.

Sure enough, the place that the herdsman stretched out his hand pointed to was exactly the same as the direction indicated on the map, and we turned around to leave, and he sighed: The beasts are lost and dare not go in to find them, and some people dare to go in and take pictures, hey.

The fat man and I looked at each other, and although I didn't understand the meaning of the herdsman's words, we went straight back to the car and drove in the direction of the valley of death.

The car raced through the grass, and when we reached the mouth of the canyon in the valley of death, we stood at the mouth of the valley and looked inside, and we couldn't help but be shocked when we looked at it.

All three of us got out of the car in surprise and stared inside.

The valley of death is at the same height as the terrain outside, and the temperature is the same, but the grass and rivers are everywhere outside, and there is no grass in the valley of death!

Looking in from the mouth of the valley, at a glance, all the sky is full of yellow sand, at both ends of the valley mouth are two small peaks that are not very high, we have a little investigation, the texture should be yellow granite.

But something that we couldn't figure out came again. As we all know, granite is very hard, but the granite at the mouth of the Death Canyon is almost like tofu to exaggerate, and it can be broken off piece by piece with your fingers.

The fat man asked me what was going on, I thought about it, and said: Maybe it's weathered for too long, or maybe it's something else, after all, we haven't been to this Death Canyon before.

After a pause at the mouth of the canyon for about ten minutes, the fat man waved his hand and said: The ghost king's arrangement will not be wrong, let's go in directly.

We drove quickly down the valley mouth, which is also a section of the Kunlun Mountains, and after entering the valley of death, except for the high mountains on both sides, the rest of the feet were endless sand, and I don't know where so much sand came from.

Not long after leaving, the fat man pointed to a small black dot in the distance and asked me: Big brother, you have good eyesight, can you see what it is?

I quickly took out the binoculars from my bag and looked at the black spot, and found that it was a yak lying on the ground, huge and beyond imagination.

"That's the carcass of a yak, go over and take a look." After I finished speaking to the fat man, the fat man quickly stepped on the accelerator and accelerated over.

When we got out of the car, it was when we were completely shocked, this black yak lying on the ground had already died, the size was beyond our expectations, I am now staring at the yak carcass in the yellow sand, it is roughly estimated that this yak has a length of more than three meters, and its weight must have reached one ton in its heyday.

Yaks are the overlords of the Tibetan Plateau, where they have almost no natural predators, and their strong bodies allow them to move around at will, and even creatures like leopards do not dare to attack them easily.

The current yak carcass makes us wonder how it died here in the absence of natural predators. Looking at the two horns of this yak covered with scars, you know that this was once a fierce and aggressive male yak, how could such a powerful character die in this desert?

The fat man suddenly grabbed his neck and said, "I'm starting to have a hard time breathing, what's the matter!"

I gave him a blank look and said, "Don't get excited, the plateau is deprived of oxygen."

"Oh, so?" The fat man let go of the hand on his neck, and for a moment he was a little embarrassed, he scratched his head and said: Was this yak killed by hunters?

I rummaged through the carcass of the yak, his abdomen was already decomposing, rows of ribs were exposed, exposed to the sun, I shook my head and said: no, it has no warhead in its body, it was not killed by hunters, if it was killed by hunters, why did you leave the yak's carcass here? The yak is full of treasures, horns, hides, and beef. If it was really a hunter who killed him, he wouldn't have stayed here.

Chen Wei, who had not spoken, said: Let's go, leave them alone, the most important thing is to go to the gate of hell quickly.

The fat man also nodded, and said to me: Big brother, let's not worry about these things, let's go, continue on the road.

We continued to drive forward, but the further we went, the more panicked we became. We finally understand why this place is called the Valley of Death.

In the heart of this valley, there are bones everywhere!

Looking at the structure of those bones, there are human and animal ones, but among all these bones, human ones account for only a small part, and they can be counted on their fingers, and they should be the herdsmen who died here back then.

I muttered to myself, "Is it true that no one can enter the valley of death?" Come in and die?

This time, the fat man was also a little worried, but Chen Wei was still not worried, I knew Chen Wei's thoughts, and I think that the ghost king's transformation of Chen Wei into a human brain machine was deliberate!

Transformed into a machine, strictly speaking, he becomes a robot, his survival is different from ours, he can also eat, but what he eats is stored, and then thrown away when it is not man. And in this valley of death, all the things that human beings are afraid of, Chen Wei does not need to be afraid at this moment.

Sure enough, no matter how embarrassed the fat man and I were, he never said anything, and he didn't have a sense of crisis.

"Big brother, I'm a little panicked, this ...... Gotta figure out what's going on? Don't we go any further, and we will become a pile of bones, and we will be. The fat man told me.

I nodded, and squatted next to the white bones one by one, these white bones, there are yaks, goats, wild donkeys, and birds, it can be said that there are all kinds of bones, and those human bones I also examined, and found that there were no knife wounds and gunshot wounds.

I am not a professional forensic doctor, and I can't find the cause of death from the clues, and after a pause, I said to the fat man: What instructions did the woman sent by the Ghost King give you? Is there an explicit order for us to look into these things?

The fat man shook his head and said, "No."

I said: Then you don't need to check, as long as the ghost king doesn't remind you, you don't have to care. Come to the festival bird skills.

The fat man tilted his head and said, "What if the ghost king deliberately cheats us?" Or does he not know the danger?

I glanced at the fat man, and he smiled and said: I don't mean to distrust the ghost king, brother, you and Brother Chen are not ordinary people, you two are not afraid of death, what about me? Just these 100 pounds of meat, burp once, and I will never be able to get out.

I understand that fat people are afraid of death, but I can't dwell on these things that are not marginal for the time being, just when we were arguing, suddenly my phone rang, opened it and looked, it was a message.

"Take out a ram's head, a yak's head, and a human head from the pile of bones, and each of you three will carry one and enter on foot."

I was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly replied to the text message: Which one do I hold? Hold people's heads?