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Kunlun Mountains in Tibet.

Although the heavy snow has stopped, even the best herders dare not enter the mountains at this time of the season.

The snow covered the entire mountain range in front of me, and as far as the eye could see, the sky and the earth were white and white.

It's as clean as a flawless blank sheet of paper.

A group of people in the distance, but in this most undesirable season, carefully walking along the mountains to the depths.

"Hurry up, it's going to be dark soon, if we don't speed up, the night will be difficult."

The middle-aged man at the head waved his hand and signaled the team behind him to hurry up and follow.

"Senior brother, do you think this guy is reliable?"

Luo Qing followed behind, squinting at this middle-aged man, and always felt unreliable in his heart.

Song Heng was also helpless when he heard this.

If you are not familiar with life, you can only find a guide.

It's just that in this season, heavy snow covers the mountains, and generally speaking, few people go to the depths of Kunlun.

If you want to find a guide, when you hear that you are going to enter Kunlun Mountain, your face has changed, and you can't give any amount of money.

According to them, this season, the entire Kunlun is the pure land of the gods, and mortals who enter it will be punished by the gods.

Song Heng had no choice but to offer a high price.

The so-called, there must be brave men under the heavy reward, and the price offered by Song Heng has reached a point where people are a little crazy.

At least in the eyes of those guides.

These guys are completely afraid that they are a group of local tyrants who are full of food and idleness, and this is to burn money as firewood, which can also warm the room.

So there are three guides in front of you.

The leader is called Gugrad, who is in his forties, and is a well-known old guide in the area.

The reputation is not bad.

As for the other two, they were assistants he recommended.

Gesang, Langmu.

The two men were in their early thirties, wearing this wolfskin robe, and carrying earthen spears and scimitars around their waists, strong and powerful.

Not only is it responsible for carrying luggage, but also for the safety of the team.

"Be careful, don't get blinded!"

Song Heng thought about it, and still reminded Luo Qing.

Luo Qing was stunned for a moment, didn't speak, just nodded to show understanding.

Blinded.

It's a black talk between their brothers and sisters.

It means be careful that black eats black.

In addition to the old man, the three brothers of Song Heng understood it.

Luo Qing was late in getting started, but Zhao Ke and Song Heng were both people who followed the old man and had been everywhere.

In Russia, robbers were encountered, people were poisoned in mountain villages, and even on the roads in those years, people stopped cars and robbed them.

I've encountered all kinds of.

After a long time, they have a set of code words that their own people can understand.

For example, with the three guides at the moment, Song Heng knows very well that these people are not reliable at all.

But he couldn't help it.

Zhao Ke is missing.

The old man actually pulled out the needle and ran out of the hospital by himself, and after many inquiries, he learned that this old guy actually entered Kunlun Mountain by himself.

When he learned the news, Song Heng almost didn't vomit blood.

used to think that Luo Qing was the most uneasy and restless one in his heart, and he thought that he would find a serious way for this guy to say anything in the future.

Even if you open a restaurant for him, don't worry, he can't make money.

The results are only now being discovered.

Compared with the old man and Zhao Ke, Luo Qing is simply a super well-behaved baby.

Right now, Song Heng can't control it so much.

Don't say it's Kunlun Snow Mountain.

Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of him, he will immediately catch up.

On this trip, Song Heng of the medical team did not take it with him.

Naturally, I was prepared for the worst.

Besides, it's not a good road.

The three guides in front of him are not good people, and if they bring one more person, they will be more dangerous.

As for Luo Qing, Song Heng originally wanted to find an opportunity to knock people unconscious, and directly stuffed him into the plane to send him back.

My will has been written.

Even if the shares and properties sold this time are still a few real estate.

plus an outsourced restaurant, the annual rent is calculated.

As long as this kid doesn't gamble.

Even if it is drug abuse and prostitution, it can make him live comfortably for the rest of his life.

As a result, it was Song Heng who underestimated Luo Qing.

This kid is a thief, and he senses that something is wrong in the morning, and refuses to play his own trick.

Finally, he lay under the car and followed.

Although the third kid is a thief, he is late to get started after all, and he has no experience in some things.

Thinking of this, Song Heng stared at Gugele and quietly hid the dagger in his cuff.

"That's the front!"

At this time, I saw Gugrad climb a high peak, and pointed to a large raised rock that fell on the hillside in front of him.

"Behind the stones, let's hurry, and hurry up to make a fire."

After speaking, Guge walked in front of Song Heng, and a smile appeared on his honest face, perhaps because he had been beaten by the wind and rain all year round.

Gugler's dark face grinned, wrinkles squeezed together, like countless knife marks across his face.

"Boss, I can't go again today, if I continue to walk, I will be deep in Kunlun, and I won't have time to get to the next camp, it's going to be dark."

Gugler is very sincere, plus he is a guide for many years and has a lot of experience.

Song Heng naturally wouldn't doubt this.

"Okay, just arrange it with you, I'm a layman, and I'm most relieved to have a big insider like you to lead the way."

"Okay, good, that's great, I'm worried that you won't listen to persuasion, this place, no better than other places, what we came out to picture is peace, do you say."

Gugler did not shy away from speaking.

But there is sincerity in the words, and it is always acceptable.

As he was saying this, he saw the group come to the foot of the mountain.

A messy pile of rubble, but a great place to frame a camp.

"Ahh

At this time, Luo Qing's face suddenly changed, and his eyes stared at the big bluestone under the cliff on the side.

The already pale look seemed to freeze there for a while.

I saw some scattered bones scattered on the stones.

Looking at the clothes on the corpse's body, it looks like a mountaineer, and there is a travel bag beside it.

Seeing Luo Qing's somewhat ownerless appearance, the faces of the other two tour guides behind Guge couldn't help but sneer with a little disdain.

In their eyes, there is no doubt that these two lords are fools who are full of food and come here to find excitement.

was only a corpse, and it was frightened like this, and when it was night, when the two of them were crying.

"Don't be afraid, it's just a corpse, although the scenery of this place is good, people occasionally fall from here."

Gugler opened his mouth to comfort.

"Yes, dying in this kind of place can be regarded as a heavenly burial, this is the highest rule funeral, and ordinary people can't enjoy it."

Behind him, Lang Mu said half-jokingly.

It's just that as soon as he finished speaking, he listened to Song Heng, who was standing on the side, nodded seriously: "Yes, how good this place is, kill someone, throw it down, hehe, the police don't even want to find evidence." ”

After saying this, Lang couldn't help but look stunned, and those eyes subconsciously raised his head to look at Gugler.

saw that Gugler's brows sank slightly, but soon his brows relaxed, and he shook his hand and said: "The big boss is really good at joking, but in this kind of place, let's not talk about this kind of joke!" ”

"Haha, I like to joke." Song Heng scratched his head.

Gugal looked at the sky and asked Gesang and Langmu to take charge of reaching the tent first.

Luo Qing and Song Heng are naturally responsible for life and cooking.

looked at Song Heng and Luo Qing who were tinkering with the tableware on the side.

Lang Mu walked to Gugele's side and said in a low voice: "Big brother, or ...... now"

Lang Mu said as he put his left index finger on his ring finger and swiped it horizontally.

Seeing this, Gugele glanced back at Song Heng and Luo Qing, and shook his head: "Tomorrow, go deeper." ”

Lang Mu nodded, and began to concentrate on setting up the tent.

It was getting late and late, and when it got dark, the whole Kunlun was completely darkened.

There is no imaginary, starry sky, and no giant moon in the cartoon.

Some of them are just mountain winds like knives.

Lying in the tent, I can still hear the sound of stones clattering outside.

Thanks to the huge stone behind them, the mountain wind was cut off, otherwise it would have been difficult tonight.

"Shhh...... Call! ”

Gesang poked his head out of the tent, put his hands to his mouth, spat out a breath of hot air to warm his hands, and turned back to Lang Mu and said, "I'm going to pee." ”

"Hurry up, the wind is in."

Lang Mu urged impatiently, and after speaking, he wrapped his body in a sleeping bag.

About five minutes later, Lang Mu vaguely felt that someone had walked into the tent, and the cold wind blew in through the gap, and Ling couldn't help but scold: "If you don't come back, I thought you fell to your death under the cliff, hurry up and pull the tent up." ”

After Lang Mu finished speaking, the tent was pulled up again, but the smell of blood wafted from somewhere.

The faint smell of blood made Lang Mu suddenly alert, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a shadow under the light, standing in front of him.

Although he couldn't see who it was because of the light, Lang Mu was sure that he was definitely not Gesang.

"Who!"

Surprised, Lang Mu reached out and grabbed the earthen gun in his sleeping bag.

However, a sharp dagger, ten times faster than his, slashed through the air with a lightning-like light and shadow, and stabbed Lang Mu's throat.

Suddenly, hot blood poured down his skin into the sleeping bag, and Lang Mu opened his mouth to shout, but found that he couldn't shout at all.

"Didn't you say that dying in this place is also a good treatment, then you should die!"

The dark shadow under the light gradually became clear, and the person who was looking at it was actually Song Henghou, Lang couldn't help but stare at his round eyes, and his palms struggled to grab the earthen gun.

It's just that at this time, he saw a cold glow overflowing from Song Heng's eyes, and he raised the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into Lang Mu's heart.

Looking at the sleeping bag, after his body shook a few times, there was no life.

Song Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, took the earthen gun in his sleeping bag in his hand, looked at the tent in Gugrad outside, raised his eyebrows, and walked up.

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