Early in the morning we waved goodbye to everyone and headed for the legendary Gates of Hell.

On the way, Dorjee and Dengba kept chattering in Tibetan, Dorjee told Demba about the outside world, and Dengba told Dorjee about the changes in Tibetan areas over the years.

I thought to myself, Dorjee, Demba, Dorjee, Demba, this Tibetan name is quite interesting. I just didn't know what they meant in Tibetan, so I patted Dorjee on the shoulder and told him my doubts.

Dorjee learned that the gorilla hammered his chest hard and said, "Dorjee! Vajra. Then he pointed at Demba: "Demba! Buddha! ”

The explanation given by Dorjee is really concise.

Now it's okay, a vajra, a Buddha. What am I worried about, what the hell or god can stop me?

The more you walk towards the Kunlun Mountains, the cooler the weather becomes. Gradually, my coat was almost a little cold, I snorted hard, and then said to Dorjee, "Silly big man, did you get the down jacket that you fucking prepared?" ”

Dorjee said weakly: "Well, that's not cold!" ”

As soon as I heard that, I was fucking jumping. This bastard had already told him that he couldn't make a list of his brains, but he just wouldn't. It's okay now, just freeze to death in this mountain.

I had no choice but to find a few herdsmen and buy a few Tibetan jackets, but fortunately, the Tibetan jackets were quite warm.

Looking at the snow-capped peaks ahead, we knew it was time to get off the bike and hike.

Carrying our bags on our backs, we set out along the Kunlun Mountains towards the Valley of Death (another name for the Gate of Hell).

It was already snowing in October in this mountain, and there were already layers of thin snow under my feet as I walked. After about a day of walking, it was already white.

Occasionally, a violent storm would blow, and even the wind and snow stubble would sting in the face.

In the half-leg-deep snow nest, every step was very difficult, and the limited food we brought with us made it difficult to eat hot food, so the heat in my body quickly couldn't keep up, so I wrapped myself in a Tibetan robe. Thinking about it, Senior Sister Gege hasn't complained yet, how can my eldest brother and old rough man be soft?

It's already past twelve o'clock, and even Dorjee, the "King Kong", has taken one step and three shakes, thinking that we haven't had lunch yet. So I found a leeward slope and cooked the noodles.

You can imagine that the other day you were eating roasted whole lamb, beef jerky, dried cottage cheese. It's only been two days, you are lying in this snow nest, shivering from the cold, your two trouser legs are "swishing" with cold wind, and you have casually made a few towels to wrap your head, revealing your red face bags that have been blown away, rubbing your hands that are about to freeze, and standing in the snowstorm, just to wait for Dorjee's bowl of noodles that can never be boiled (at an altitude of three or four thousand meters, I don't know how many degrees this water can boil).

"Young master, you eat first!"

I looked at Dorjee with teary eyes, thinking that this child still had a grateful heart.

I stretched out my trembling hands and took the bowl of somen in clear soup, holding it in my hand and looking at the bowl of pure noodles with pure snow water. Gently took a small sip of the noodle soup, which did not feel like oil. "Damn, Lao Tzu's life, it's worth it!"

After an hour and a half of rest on this back slope, we had to brave the wind and snow again.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the wind blew and I couldn't open my eyes directly, so in order to save our physical strength, we lined up in a line, and the two "brothers" of Dorjee and Demba took turns to open the way. Throughout the afternoon, the distance we traveled could be measured in meters.

When night fell, we hurriedly set up our tents and lay down in warm sleeping bags, ending the fatigue of the day and entering the hometown of dreams.

I slept until the middle of the night, and suddenly I had an urgent need to urinate.

This embarrassment, I wanted to hold back, after all, the snow outside had not stopped, but when I looked at my watch, I found that it was more than two o'clock in the morning.

Pulled open the tent and walked out, unzipping it out in a daze, pulling out the "faucet" and then opening the gate to release the water. I closed my eyes and reveled in the pressure of releasing my bladder, then I shook violently, and when I opened my eyes, I saw a tall black figure in front of me.

This stupid Duoji, pee and run so far.

Hee-hee, I'm going to scare him now, and I'm going to freak out to him if I can't keep it.

I wrapped the long Tibetan robe around my head and body, and then I felt the general direction and gently touched it all the way.

Hehe, see if I don't kill you old boy. I was so embarrassed that I had forgotten where I was.

I figured out that the distance was about to be there, so I stretched out my hands and hugged him by the waist.

It's just that this feel is thick hair, I remember that Dorjee wore clothes that didn't seem to have fur.

It's a big deal. I quickly pulled off the robe over my head. What caught my eye was a feathered behemoth, and I (I didn't have time to say it yet). It picked me up and started running.

"Ah~! Dorjee! Dorjee! I shouted by the neck, but it was a certain distance from the tent, and the place where we pitched the tent was a leeward slope, and the sound was blown in the opposite direction.

Before I could shout twice, I was carried away by the monster, but in the end, I still saw the light in the tent of Senior Sister Zanggege.

Just being held in my arms by this thing, let alone resisting, I was almost out of breath with this strength. Damn, I swear I'll never make a fuss again, I've gone too far, and I've got myself in.

No, I have to leave a mark for Sister Gege, but I don't have anything on me, and with this heavy snowfall, even if I throw things down, they will be buried. I turned my head to look at the little light in the distance in the snowstorm.

Hey, I hung my head helplessly. This drooping was to find the deep footprints behind him, the footprints of this monster's huge body were large and deep. As long as Dorjee and the others find out that I am in danger before dawn, they will definitely be able to find me along this footprint.

On the other side of the tent, Senior Sister Gege seemed to hear my cry for help, and she still came out with an electric handle to check. Sure enough, there was an accident, and she hurriedly woke up Dorjee and Demba. After hurriedly packing up their things, everyone followed the footprints all the way.

Here I was still forced to "run", and after running to a large valley, it carried me into a huge grotto. The light is dark, and I can't see anything. can only be carried by it all the way to the ground.

In this cave, when it reached the bottom of the much warmer, straight passage, it gently lowered me with a huge palm the size of a basin, and only then did I find that there were layers of hay underneath.

Before I could wake up, two soft humanoid monsters came up to me, don't eat me!!!