"Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself...... mourn without death, rejoice without eternal life...... I have stood in the ...... of life and death On the threshold...... "Bandung Baoshi opened his arms and stretched his left and right as best he could."

His arms were also stained red with blood, as if a blood-red cross had been laid out in the snow.

"That's it, I've reached a level where no one else can do......" he muttered.

"Senior, who killed you? Sue me, who is the ambusher? "Lin Xuan can't control the matter of death, he must find the ambusher and ensure the safety of everyone in the camp.

"That's not important, that's not important—" Bandung Treasure Master's eyes widened suddenly, "That's not important...... The important thing is that I saw through the true meaning of life! ”

Flakes of snow fell, covering his face. The face was as white as a letterhead that had been bleached more than a dozen times, miserable, but his eyes gradually became clear and transparent, like a baby who did not know anything about the world.

Lin Xuan couldn't do anything, so he could only stay by the side of the Bandung Treasure Master and watch him.

"So many practitioners are in retreat and pondering, they want to see clearly...... The true meaning of life, the true meaning of life is...... Attachment, only without attachment can we be frank and not bothered by loss...... Not rejoicing in what you get, not being attached to it, not losing it, not losing it...... Between heaven and earth, we are just passers-by, and what we see is only meaningless appearances...... Only the world of the soul is eternal, it is eternal......" Bandung Baoshi smiled.

Lin Xuan didn't know how to respond, but he could see that the dying Bandung Treasure Master was in an extremely happy mood, as if he was heading towards true liberation.

"I'll go first, I'll wait for you over there." The Bandung Treasure Master slowly closed his eyes, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "Please stay, see you over there." ”

The blood is cold, the man is dead, and there is a huge red comma in the snow.

Lin Xuan stood up slowly, a pool of blood like a comma, and above the comma was a cross made of the body of the Bandung Treasure Master, and the two overlapped each other, as if telling some kind of mysterious enlightenment.

In the written word, the comma represents a pause in tone, not the end of a sentence.

"Could it be that Master Bandung is telling me that death is only a temporary pause, and it has not yet reached the final moment? Perhaps he wanted to say that he had ascended to heaven and dwelt in the blessing of the cross? Maybe...... Maybe he didn't want to say anything, and he didn't say anything? Lin Xuan frowned and slowly exhaled a sullen breath.

On the other side, Baldur had a long, narrow cut on his neck. The ambuser was a master murderer, and with a single slash, he cut through the major artery in his neck with unmistakable accuracy, causing the blood to drain his body in a matter of minutes.

"One knife - thirty dollars? Why were the two killed differently? The ambusher stabbed the Bandung Treasure Master thirty times, so how much hatred did it have to be based on? Obviously, it can be easily done with one knife, but it takes an extra twenty-nine dollars. A really good killer shouldn't do such a thankless stupid thing, right? Lin Xuan keenly discovered the unusual part of the ambush scene, but he couldn't find any other clues, and the matter became another mystery.

"My own people."

Lin Xuan laid Baldur's body flat, and where his elbow was covered, he found these three small Chinese characters written in blood.

"Your own people? Is it someone from the camp? Lin Xuan was shocked.

It was a warning that Baldur had secretly written before his death, proving that the ambusher was part of the mountaineering team.

Lin Xuan only delayed for a few seconds, and immediately took out the phone to inform Samantha: "The person is dead, check if all the people in the camp are there." Quietly, under Baldur's corpse there are three blood words 'own people', and the enemy is all around us. ”

That being said, he wasn't sure if Baldur's judgment was accurate, as the ambusher had disguised himself in full disguise, and could only be judged by his pace and movements.

Baldur was in a coma before the attack, and the Bandung treasure master was stabbed and fell, only to cause Bardur to fall on the snow and wake up - there is another possibility, the sharp pain of the enemy's throat slashing that woke him up. The time interval from waking up to the bloody death is not too long, it should be about ten minutes.

So, in a state of severe pain and panic, can Baldur's judgment still be trusted?

"Quack", the chirping of a big eagle sounded in the air.

Lin Xuan raised his head, and the big eagle was spreading its wings flat, gliding and swooping from the southwest sky.

"Oh, it's okay, the big eagle is still alive!" Lin Xuan breathed a sigh of relief.

According to what Wanlong Baoshi said before he broke up with Lin Xuan, the order of death was that Baldur came first, the big eagle was in the middle, and it was his turn last.

Now, Lin Xuan saw a different situation, the two of them were all dead, and the big eagle was living alone.

The big eagle came extremely fast, and it had no intention of reducing its speed at all, but rushed faster and faster. After only five seconds, it fell straight to the ground, hitting a rock ten steps to the right of the body of the Bandung Treasure Master.

"What's going on?" Lin Xuan was stunned for an instant.

When he got closer, he found that the eagle's head was gone, and only the body below the neck was left.

It lost its head, not because it collided with a rock, but because before it hit the ground, it was cut off by a sharp blade, and it let out a terrible howl in a headless state, and then fell to its death.

Lin Xuan looked up, he couldn't guess how the ambusher had slashed the Great Eagle in mid-air. The eagle flies extremely fast, and it is at a high place, and it is a hundred times more difficult to cut off its head than to shoot it.

As it turned out, the ambusher was definitely a master with a knife.

Now, all of Bandung's predictions have come true.

"Rest in peace, senior." He bowed deeply three times to the corpse on the ground.

Suddenly, the face of the Treasure Master of Bandung changed, and the eyes that stared blankly at the sky slowly closed.

Lin Xuan shuddered, it turned out that every word that Wanlong Baoshi said was correct, he was indeed the last to die, and the Great Eagle and Baldur were his death witnesses.

A famous poet once wrote two philosophical poems: Separation is for reunion, and reunion is for separation.

Today, the practitioner Wan Long Bao Shi has performed another philosophical realm of death: the last time he was near death and came back to life, it was for this time to die in a scene that he had foreseen a long time ago; If the eagle didn't appear last time, he would have exposed the corpse in the wilderness, and the eagle appeared to make up for the missing piece in the center of the domino, so that his death prediction was perfectly presented to the end, forming a complete closed loop.

"Closed loop? All qiē seems to be moving forward according to a predetermined track, there will be no deviation, life and death are all predestined. So, what about our group? How does it end after reaching the top? Will you find the legendary axis of the Earth as scheduled, or will you die halfway through and add a few new graves to the explorer's graveyard? ”

The appearance of the Bandung Treasure Master was like a proverb that could not be revealed, making Lin Xuan undecided.