The afternoon sun shone on Lausanne's young face, and he felt a little warmth, and in a daze, the intoxicating fragrance of flowers rushed to his nose. www.biquge.info He subconsciously thought that he would continue to rush today, so he immediately woke up, looked around, but didn't see a teammate, he couldn't help but get nervous, sat up suddenly, his black hair like ebony flew in the breeze, and couldn't help but say: "Where did they go? Why didn't they call me when they left, did something happen?" Damn, why didn't I notice it at all?"

Lausanne furrowed his brows, his deep eyes looking around in trepidation, and the whole valley was silent except that he could hear his own heartbeat, and there was a dead silence all around. Like all highland men, Lausanne's slightly long hair shone brightly in the afternoon sun, but his heart could not be clear. Although he is only a college student who has just left his job, he can still see mature fortitude on his face - the embarrassed stubble is faintly visible, the eyebrows are tilted upwards like sharp blades, and the big deep eyes are not angry under the thick eyebrows.

Lausanne remembered the scene of being chased and killed by the Lhoba people last night, ran all night, hurriedly strayed into this valley full of blue flowers, and several people dragged their tired bodies, simply ate a few mouthfuls of dry food they carried with them, and slept in sleeping bags haphazardly. But he couldn't figure it out, how could it be that when he woke up, the others disappeared and you saw him?

Lausanne subconsciously touched the pistol and Gurkha scimitar he was carrying, but fortunately they were still there. Before he had time to think about it, he vigilantly climbed out of his sleeping bag, pulled out the Gurkha scimitar he was carrying in his arms, looked at the dark blue flowers all over the ground, and stood up nervously, trying to confirm what was going on.

This Gurkha knife is also known as the Nepalese saber or Gogolis saber, and the scabbard of this knife is mostly made of sheepskin cowhide. In the early days, walnut was used for knives, but later copper, iron, and silver-trimmed handles appeared, and the wealthy would also use ivory for knives and diamonds. The notches in front of the handle are varied, allowing the user to hook the opponent's weapon. The Gurkha scimitar is very powerful and has a variety of functions such as mowing grass, digging holes, opening roads, and protecting oneself. Weapons are generally known for their sophistication, but the Gogol scimitar began to become famous in the 19th century, when muskets were popular, which shows that this type of knife does have its own uniqueness.

He was ready to attack at any moment, and walked cautiously, inspecting the valley, and did not even see a single figure. A gust of wind blew, and a great sense of oppression made Lausanne inexplicably annoyed, and he scolded in his mouth: "What the hell is going on?"

From the moment they set out to find Shambhala Wonderland, Lausanne knew very well that there would be many difficulties and dangers waiting for them along the way, but he didn't expect that he would encounter such a strange thing just after crossing the Kalongla Snow Mountain.

Scared, nervous, helpless...... All kinds of feelings of loss filled Lausanne, and his mind went blank. After inspecting the circle and not seeing a single figure, he took out the new box of cigarettes he had brought in the morning, opened it, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, felt his pocket, and found that he did not bring a match. When he was depressed, a hand holding a lighter stretched out next to him, clicked, and helped him light a cigarette. He took a puff and reacted, only to feel that his scalp was numb with a bang, and he didn't dare to turn around to look at the scene behind him. Xin said: "Isn't I the only one left in this valley, who is this who lit a cigarette for me?"

He gritted his teeth, mustered up his courage, and stabbed the Gurkha scimitar in his hand behind him with a lightning speed, and the temperature of the blood gushing clearly slid over Lobsang holding the handle of the knife, and he fixed his eyes to see that the blood in Kampot's chest was gushing wildly. I saw Kampot Bang's eyes wide, looking at him with an incredible expression, and said, "Lausanne...... You...... You ......" and fell to the ground, and he was about to die of anger when he saw it.

Lausanne was so startled that he took a step back and fell, staying on the ground. His body trembled from the exertion, and he watched as the blood of Kampot stained the vast blue flowers black and red.

"What am I doing, why did I kill my best brother?" Lobsang remembered that he had grown up with Kampot since he was a child, they were neighbors at that time, he and Kampot were the same age, they went to school together and skipped classes together, and later Kampot dropped out of school to mingle outside, and after making a fortune in business, he helped Lobsang who couldn't find a job after graduating from college to open a thangka shop for him to run. "Why am I so reckless, what face do I have to live in the world. Lobsang unconsciously sandwiched the cigarette in his mouth between his trembling fingers, and sat down next to Kampot's corpse: "Perhaps only one death can make up for the sins I have committed." ”

He took a deep breath of the cigarette that Kampot had lit for himself before he died, then took out a pistol from his waist and aimed it at his temple, wanting to end his life and go to Huangquan Road to apologize to Kampot.

Just as Lausanne was pulling the trigger hard, someone pushed him to the ground, the bullet missed the crosshairs, and with a whoosh, it grazed Lausanne's eyebrows and shot out. The sound of the gun shook him for a while, and in a daze, the gun in his hand was kicked away, and he faintly heard someone shouting: "Lausanne, what are you doing here?"

Ever since he met the Lhoba primitive tribe in the forest under the snow-capped mountains of Kalonla, Lausanne felt that something would happen sooner or later. He suddenly remembered that his group encountered a heavy rain after crossing the Kalongla Snow Mountain, got lost in the primeval forest and strayed into the primitive tribe of the Lhoba tribe and met the old man Daji, fortunately their Bayi together is a Lhoba people, and after negotiating with the old man Daji, they spent a night in the Lhoba tribe, but encountered the largest divination sacrifice of the Lhoba tribe.

He still remembered that his group was full of curiosity about the divination and sacrifice of the primitive tribe, so he asked the old man Daji to let them participate in the divination and sacrifice ceremony of the Lhoba tribe. However, outsiders were not allowed to participate in the divination of the Lhoba tribe, but fortunately, under the soft and hard intercession of the Lausanne gang, the old man Daji agreed to take them to ask the will of the sorcerer in the tribe.

Wizard Lausanne's heart was pounding, and his palms were sweating. Could it be that the Lhoba wizard is the ghost of all this in front of him?

He carefully recalled the scene of going to see the wizard: near dusk, the old man Daji took his group to meet the sorcerer Yadan of the Lhoba tribe to ask the sorcerer to ask for the sorcerer's will to see if he could let a few of them participate in the divination and sacrifice activities.

Lausanne followed behind Daji, although the old man Daji was old, his foot strength was not inferior to these young people, and he walked through the forest like a fly, and after walking for a cup of tea, several of them came to a very large tree that could not be named, and this tree grew exceptionally luxuriantly, and the thick trunk of the tree could not be hugged by four or five people holding hands. More than a meter above the ground in the trunk of the tree, a small door was artificially dug to barely allow an adult to enter and exit. Flags with mantras written in various colors and prayer flags that are common in Tibet flutter at the doorway, and the wind in the forest rattles with them.

Lausanne had never seen such a tall tree, and looked up at this giant tree curiously, only to see the dense branches and foliage covering the sun's rays in the west, as if he had walked into a childhood dream. Lobsang raised his head and pointed to the canopy of the tree and said to Kampot, "It will take hundreds of years for such a huge tree to grow!"

Kampot on the side retorted: "It's not just a few hundred years, I think it's at least one or two thousand years." ”

The old man Daji put his hands together, stood respectfully at the entrance of the tree hole, and said inside: "Yadan Ah Twen (the meaning of the old grandmother), Daji has a distant guest today, and wants to participate in the sacrificial activities, so I have come to ask for your old man's opinion. ”

In the middle of the sound, an old woman came out of the tree hole, wearing waist-length gray hair, and tremblingly came down from the steps in the tree hole. When Lausanne saw this sorcerer, Yadan, dressed in a black and red Lhoba-style national costume, with turquoise, coral, beeswax and dzi on his wrists and neck, mysterious and majestic, he couldn't help but respect this sorcerer.