The headlights of the small pickup truck cut through the darkness and illuminated National Highway 219 as if it were day. The fastest update, the best Ranwen 123 reading network In front of the front of the car, three figures stood on the road with their backs to us. If Deji hadn't braked in time, the pickup would have knocked the three of them over.

I looked at the time, and it was almost twelve o'clock, and suddenly these three strange fellows appeared in the dark wilderness.

Deji rolled down the window and asked loudly in Tibetan, and when he heard a response from the other side, Deji relieved himself, asked a few more questions, and was about to get out of the car when he unfastened his seat belt.

I hurriedly stopped him and said, "Who are they?" Don't you think it's strange that they are standing on the road with their backs to us in the wilderness?

Deji said that the three men were pilgrimagers. The tent was set up on the other side of the hill, and it only came by seeing our headlights. It seems that someone over there is sick, and we can't ignore this.

The pilgrims are devout believers, wearing protective gear, dusty faces, and brave all hardships and dangers, until they reach the foot of the snowy mountains.

This group of people has a strong belief and will never use lazy methods to relieve fatigue. It is the most admirable group of people.

After Deji got out of the car, he talked to the three people in a whisper, while I sat in the car and said to Zhang Wuyan, Lao Zhang, if it is really a pilgrim, we can't help but help. Do you see if there is a problem with the three of them?

Zhang Wuren said, he couldn't be sure. Tibet is one of the most mysterious areas in the country, and anything can happen here. But one thing I'm sure of is that we're getting targeted by dirty.

According to Lao Zhang's meaning, these three pilgrims may not be evil, but here in the wilderness, there is always nothing wrong with multiple hearts. I put the demon knife to suppress evil within reach, Zhang Wuren also played with the tantric iron rod in his hand, we are both quite calm, if the other party is really a pilgrim, then we must help, if there is any problem, we are not vegetarians.

Deji quickly came back from the front, and he said that there was a dirt road where the car could drive straight through, and their tent was set up behind the hillside. {Ran Wen, experience the latest and fastest reading.\\52ranen.\\cc} The patient seems to be about to lose his bearing.

After all, we are the bosses, and Deji is just a driver, and although he wants to help the pilgrims, he has to consider what we mean. I said, go over and see, it is naturally best to save someone's life.

Deji was overjoyed, greeted the three pilgrims, and sat them in the bed of the pickup truck, and the three of them saluted Deji, and then said to us in Tibetan, which Zhang Wuren and I didn't understand, but I thought it was a word of thanks.

The three pilgrims sat in the car and said nothing, while Zhang Wuren and I looked out the window. Under the light, they were dark-skinned, dusty, dressed in Tibetan costumes and holding prayer wheels, the standard pilgrim's attire.

I took one look and sat in the passenger seat with my eyes closed, but as soon as I closed my eyes, Deji threw the steering wheel and turned into a potholed dirt road.

We climbed the dirt road, and after ten minutes, we saw the dim light. The lights hung in front of a large tent, and there was no air. There was also a bonfire and a mess of clutter next to it.

Deji stopped the car, and the three pilgrims jumped out of the car and slipped headlong into the tent. I also got out of the car and wanted to follow, but found that Zhang Wuren shouted at me, and then shook his head at me.

He took the yin-yang compass and pointed to the inside of the tent, and then gestured to me, meaning that there was something inside.

I said in my heart that there was something wrong with these three guys, so I took a step slower and asked Lao Zhang, is there something wrong with it?

The one who knew that Zhang Wuren was full of doubts, and said, it doesn't look like a powerful ghost, but there is an evil reaction. Today's yin-yang compass is so strange, it can't be broken, right?

He picked up the tantric iron rod and said, Lao He, you bring the seven-color flag and arrange it around, just in case, throw a few purple cinnabar in the bonfire, and I'll go in and take a look.

The two of us cooperated very tacitly, and as soon as he said to go in and have a look, I nodded and said, I'll pick you up outside. Also, let Deji go in with him, so that he can take care of it.

Deji was also worried, not so much about encountering something evil, but about some gangsters posing as pilgrims and leading people to remote places to rob. Although there are not many such examples, there have always been many cases on the north and south lines of Ali.

So when I got out of the car, I threw the purple cinnabar into the campfire and walked around the tent, and the seven-color flag was already planted on the ground. I made a gesture to Zhang Wuren to signal that he could go in.

I was a little worried when Zhang Wuren went in, holding the demon knife and suppressing the ghosts ready to rush in to answer at any time. But soon Zhang Wuren came out with a black face, and then greeted me and said, Lao He, you'd better come and have a look.

I whispered, nothing odd, right?

Zhang Wuren said, I'm a little uncertain, you can come in and take a look. Then he dragged a backpack out of the car and took out some medicine.

The tent was dimly lit, but it was spacious. Three pilgrims sat half-kneeling in front of a futon with expectant faces. Inside the futon, there was an old man with a withered face, he had no hair, his face was full of wrinkles, and when he breathed, it was like a broken bellows, very heavy.

When Deji saw me come in, he whispered, "Boss, I'm really sick." It seems that we have to rush to the hospital, otherwise people are afraid that they will not be able to hold on.

Zhang Wuren told me that it didn't look like an illness, but it seemed like he had provoked some kind of evil. You see that his heavenly court is full of black air, his face is withered, and his hands and feet are cold, which is a sign of losing his soul. What the hell happened to you tonight?

None of the three pilgrims spoke Chinese, and it was Deji who acted as the interpreter that we got to know each other.

In fact, this man, like the other three pilgrims, was a Tibetan man in his forties, and the four of them set out from Bomi and slept in the open along the way, and finally arrived here.

Who knew that just yesterday evening, after they had just chosen a place to set up a tent, the man who was traveling with them fell to the ground. At first, they thought that the man was sick, so they hurriedly asked him to take medicine to rest, but the medicine he took did not work, and the man's appearance began to age at an extremely perverted rate.

After just over two hours, the man in his forties became in his sixties, his hair was gray and still falling out.

At that time, it was already dark, and it was barren mountains and mountains, and there was no mobile phone signal. It was at this time that they saw the lights of the pickup truck from afar, so they hurried down and asked us for help.

I said, this thing is really weird, not to mention that we don't know when we will be able to get to the hospital, and even if we get to the hospital, it is estimated that the doctor will not be able to handle it. If you believe me, I'll give it a try, and if you don't, we'll work hard and drive him to the nearest hospital.

Deji told my words to the three pilgrims. The three of them discussed in a low voice, and then said a solemn Tibetan word to me.

Deji interprets that the pilgrimage path is inherently full of difficulties and obstacles, and there is no way to retreat. They want you to save people now. It's just that we don't have enough money with us

I said, forget about the money or something, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, but I don't dare to guarantee that it will be done, so I can only say that I will do my best.

Deji translated my words, and the three pilgrims bowed to me and retreated together.

I said to Lao Zhang, are you coming or am I coming?

Zhang Wuren shrugged his shoulders and said, Come on! I'll help you pay attention to the surrounding situation, this person is the soul lost here, if that evil thing is still there, it will attack the people around him. I've got to pay attention.

What he said made sense, so I agreed, and reached out to lift the old man's covers. As a result, when I opened it, I realized that he was so thin that it was almost like skin wrapped in bones.

I saw that the faces of the three pilgrims around me had changed, and I immediately thought that I was afraid that this man's original figure was not like this. But yes, to be able to kowtow all the way from Bomi to the Ali region requires not only great perseverance, but also a strong body.

Otherwise, you will have to die of exhaustion in a few days.

But I'm a little blind, what is it that can make a strong Tibetan man turn into this rib-like shape in just a few hours?

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