"The Shadow Tamer?" Qin Ran and Zhang Zhensan shouted in unison. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Qin Ran obviously didn't expect that there were people with the same abilities as him in this world.

Solga smiled slightly, not surprised by their surprised reaction. "Come, sit down, I'll tell you. Solga beckoned the two men who had jumped up from the excitement to sit down, "The dogs thought they would know all the secrets by stealing my notes, they really underestimated me. Unexpectedly, with the blessing of the Raut people, I survived, and I remember more things in my head than I wrote in that little notebook. With that, Solga smiled contemptuously.

"It all started 60 years ago when I went to a small village in the Himalayas. Solga looked at the proverb hanging on the wall, and the scene in front of him gradually returned to the past.

That year Solga was still a young man in his early twenties, graduated from the most prestigious local Tribhuvan University in Nepal, when Solga studied economics, with good prospects, but he did not like his major, during school because of fun, he joined an archaeological society, specializing in antiques, and the ancient myths and legends behind it, gradually, Solga seemed to have found his life purpose, poured all his enthusiasm into research, just by mistake, a talented student of economics, after graduation engaged in archaeology-related work。

Solgar's other identity is a reporter, because of archaeological needs, he has to write a large number of research reports, sort out a large number of literary historical materials, and find many missing documents in his work, many times, in order to get the story behind a cultural relic, Solga has to go to the interview in person, collect first-hand information. Over time, it became natural for him to become a second career. Such a life requires hardship, but it is also self-satisfying.

One day, as usual, Solga was sorting out a report on the cultural characteristics of Kathmandu in his research room when he saw a broken newspaper in a dusty folder. The text on it is somewhat faded, and the photo is also black and white, which does not appear very clear.

Driven by curiosity, Solga picked it up and looked at it carefully. He was never willing to let go of any details, and it was because of this that he unearthed many remnants of artifacts left by previous archaeologists.

"The last nomads of the highlands, the Raots," Solga read slowly from the newspaper. This is a branch of the Manhi culture, and it is also the most direct and authentic evidence of the Manhi culture. This is a magical highland people who live in the foothills of the Himalayas all year round... Solga became interested and read between the lines of the article. "Legend has it that there is a magical witchcraft among the Raot people, and that is ... Eh, why is it that there is no more in the most critical place, this really kills me. "When I was about to see an important place, because of the age, the newspaper was not well preserved, and after the second half of the page was wet, it became incomplete, and I could not read any valid information at all.

"Witchcraft, what kind of witchcraft?" muttered to Solgar, his mind continuing at different possibilities. However, because there were still things to deal with in his hands, Solga didn't come up with a reason, so he had to carefully save the newspaper and sort out other historical materials.

Just a few days later, Solga has been obsessed with the witchcraft of Raout mentioned in the newspaper, as if it has magical powers, Raout, Manhi culture, these words keep circling in Solga's mind, lingering. I took out the preserved newspaper, and the photo in the newspaper could faintly see a human figure, which should have been taken by a Raut people.

Solgar had previously known about the Manhi culture and knew the magic of it, but the previous knowledge was based on myths and legends, and there was no actual evidence to support it, which was the main motivation for Solga to go to Raout to find out. He wants to study the Manhi culture and make this amazing country recognized in the archaeological community.

Solgar's strong mobility made him immediately start to pack his things, prepare briefly, bring some commonly used expedition equipment and dry food, hold a map, and then carefully put the newspaper he found before into his backpack, and Solga set out on a journey to find the Laouts.

Solga drove to Pokhara, where he hired a young porter and guide, Misha, with his modest money. Misa has a wealth of experience in the mountains, travelling back and forth between Nepal and Tibet all year round. After a short rest, Solga took the guide and counted the things, and the two began to hike into the mountain.

Misha doesn't talk much along the way, but he takes good care of Solgar and takes him skillfully through the forest.

"I mean, how long have you been a guide here?" Solgar couldn't stand the silence along the way, and began to find a topic.

"Two years. Misha replied simply and directly. Doesn't seem to want to talk too much.

"Then you must have experienced a lot of dangers along the way. Tell me an interesting story. Solga didn't give up the opportunity to chat, and tried to get some words out of Misha, because of the nature of his profession, Solga likes to collect all kinds of stories and legends everywhere.

"Do you know the Monkey Trapper Tribe?" Misha suddenly snapped out a few words.

"Monkey Trapper Tribe?" Solgar was a little interested, and quickly quickened his pace, coming to Misha, "Tell me about it." ”

Seeing Solga getting so close, Misha was a little embarrassed, adjusted the items on his back, turned his head to look at Solga, pointed to the towering woods in the distance and said, "They know witchcraft, and they are more agile than monkeys in the jungle." Then Misha stretched out his thumb, index finger, and middle finger and gestured in the direction of the sky, and his mouth made a whining sound, as if mimicking the call of a monkey.

"Witchcraft!" Solga's eyes lit up when he heard this, "You're talking about the Raots, are they the Monkey Hunters?"

"Woo woo woo" Misha didn't answer, but continued to dress up as a monkey, carrying heavy items on his back, not affecting his dexterity at all, still jumping around in front of Solga. "If you had a chance, you would have met them. Misha bypassed the previous question and said this.

"This tribe ... Solgar wanted to ask something, but Misha quickly made a quiet gesture to signal him not to speak, and the surroundings fell silent all at once, and he heard the wind rustling the leaves, and a gust of wind, with a whist, blew up a stack of leaves on the ground.

"What do you see that?" Misha whispered in Solgar's ear, following Misha's finger and looking in the direction of Misha's finger, there was nothing strange to see except for the unusually lush woods and the occasional falling leaves. "Wow. Misa suddenly screamed in Solgar's ear, startling Solga into a cold sweat. Immediately, Misha laughed, patted him lightly on the shoulder, and said, "Follow up." Then he walked forward without looking back.

"What's the situation!" Solga was a little angry. I was a little overwhelmed by being so frightened just now. "You wait for me. Without waiting to think about it, looking at Misha as she gradually walked away, Solga trotted all the way and quickly followed his footsteps.

"I don't think you talk much, I didn't expect you to have a bad stomach!" Solga grumbled as she approached Misha.

Misha didn't say much, just silently looked at him and smiled, and gently patted Solgar's shoulder again, signaling him not to be angry. After Misha's tossing just now, Solga didn't want to speak, and he didn't know where to open his mouth about the monkey hunting tribe that he wanted to ask before.

The two of them returned to their previous state of looking at each other without saying a word, neither of them talking to anyone, but just helping each other when they were walking. It went from morning to noon.

Solgar was a little hungry, so he took out some dry food from the bag he was carrying, "Misha, you've been walking for so long, stop and rest for a while, and eat something." Then he beckoned him to sit down on a slightly flat open space next to him.

Misha had been walking for so long, and she was a little hungry, but she was embarrassed to bring it up to Solgar because of her face. Hearing him say this, Misha became slightly excited and quickly ran to Solga's side.

"Come, eat some bread and drink some water. Solga threw a loaf of bread at Misha, who grabbed it at once, put it in his mouth, took a hard bite, and then poured a mouthful of cold water into his mouth. Seeing Misha eat so happily, Solga was also happy from the bottom of his heart.

"Hey, what's that?" Solga noticed a strange flower growing on the side of their resting place.

"Oh, that's Flame Juan, a very special flower. Probably thinking that the bread in his hand was good, Misha did not stop talking, and then explained: "This flower is also called a night street lamp. ”

"Nightlight?" Solgar curiously surveyed the red, shiny plant in front of him.

"Well, it's because it's not only red like fire during the day, but even at night, he still emits bursts of red light, and if he encounters a large flame at night, the scene is like a fire soaring into the sky, it's not spectacular!" said Misha, a little excited.

"But ... Misa wanted to say something more. Solga didn't pay much attention to it, he was fascinated by the spectacular scene outlined by Misha, and wanted to pick a flame juan, take it closer, and take a closer look.

"Don't... Seeing Solgar's actions, Misha quickly shouted loudly, and immediately reached out to grab him.

But it was too late, Solga had already leaned out half of his body, and his left hand stretched forward with all his might, grabbing a flame juan, and he felt that his palm was stung by something sharp, and his heart hurt. Solga instinctively stepped on his feet, but he felt empty, and he didn't find any point of focus, and before he could react to what was going on, he even fell to the bottom of the cliff with his bag.

"Solga!" Misha was so anxious at this scene that she threw down the rest of the bread in her hand, ran to the cliff, leaned down, and looked down cautiously. "Solga, Solga!" Misha's hoarse cry echoed through the empty valley.

"How are you going to pick that Flame Juan!" Misha blamed himself a little, "It's all because I didn't take care of your safety, do you know that the Flame Juan grows on the edge of the cliff in the air!

As Misha said, this flame Juan grows on the edge of a cliff in the air, and when an experienced porter rushes to the mountain road at night, he judges whether the road ahead is smooth according to the light of the fire Juan emitted by Huo Juan. Just now Misha was trying to remind him not to get too close, but who knew that Solga was in a hurry, and fell down the mountain if he didn't pay attention.

"Misha, I'm here ... A staccato sound came from down the valley, and Misha picked up the rattan beside her, and followed the sound, and saw a small figure, hanging from a tree growing diagonally from the cliff.

Seeing that Solga was still alive, Misha was so surprised that she danced with her hands. "You hold on for a while, I'll go down the mountain to find someone, hold on. As soon as the experienced Misha saw the steep terrain, he knew that he could save Solgar and his own life with his own strength. Thinking of this, Misha started running with her back and ran towards the village below the mountain.

"Misha, Misha. It was too far away, and Solga didn't hear what he said before, so instinctively, he shouted weakly, and gradually, he felt that his eyelids began to heavily, and what he saw in front of him blurred, and before he knew it, Solga fainted.

I don't know how long it took, but Solga felt a strange shout in his ears, "woo woo" non-stop. I opened my eyes vigorously and found myself lying flat on a bed covered with grass, trying to get up, but I had no choice but to lose my strength, and my body fell down heavily as soon as I was halfway up. At this time, a hand reached out beside him, as if to help him. Solga swept it with his afterglow, which was supposed to be a middle-aged man's hand, with strange rings on each finger, something that resembled bones.

"Where is this?" said Solgar, struggling, faintly asking.

No one answered him, but he heard a commotion beside him, and a figure lifted a simple curtain that hung on it, and walked straight out, and after a while, a group of people surrounded an old man and walked in slowly.

"Where is this?" said Solgar, seeing someone coming, and asked cautiously.

"Welcome to the Raout people. The old man answered Solgar's question in a language with a strong accent.

"Raout?" As soon as he heard these words, Solga instantly came to his senses, but he was hit very violently when he fell down the mountain, and his mind was not very clear until now.

"Come, pour him some water," the old man, who was obviously a very high-ranking person in the clan, instructed the people next to him to bring Solga a glass of water.

Solga wanted to continue talking, but the old man walked up to him and said with a smile: "You can rest first, and when you get better, we will have a chance to communicate." Then he whispered a few words to the people around him, and carefully explained a few things. Turning to Solgar, he said, "These days, don't move around yet, there will be someone here to take care of you, if you need anything, you can call me at any time." By the way, my name is Manritai. After speaking, the old man smiled slightly, opened the curtain, and walked out.

"Manritai, Manritai... Solga muttered the name, his head sinking and he fell asleep.

Misha returned to the village, took a group of people, and hurried back to the place where Solgar's accident had happened, and the group pulled the rope and slowly descended to the tree that grew out of the cliff.

"Eh, what about people?" Misha looked around to see no trace of Solgar, "Fell?" was full of suspicion, but the surrounding trees, except for the branches above them, were intact.

"This... While Misha was hesitating, one of his companions shouted, "Do you see a monkey's tail hanging from that branch?"

Misha was shocked when she heard this, and quickly raised her eyes to see that on the branch was a fluffy monkey's tail. Seeing this, Misha smiled slightly, "Let's go back, Solga will be fine." What his creation!" When the crowd heard Misha say this, they pulled each other up, climbed the cliff, and withdrew back to the village.

After a few days of recuperation in the Laout tribe, Solgar became better and went around the place where he lived, accompanied by a member of his clan. As soon as he walked a short distance, he met the old man from before, Manritai.

"Old man, I haven't thanked you yet. Solga walked up to Manritai and said respectfully.

The old man didn't speak, just waved his hand gently.

Solga wanted to say something, but he stopped talking.

Mangutai smiled, "If you want to say anything, just ask." Don't be inhibited. ”

"As far as I know, there is an unwritten rule of the nobility that foreigners will not be tolerated, but, old man, why did you not only save me from the cliff, but also let me recuperate here?"

"Hahaha," Manri straightened his cloak, "First of all, it's not my old bone who saved you, it's the shadow tamers of our clan who saved you. Looking at Solgar's surprised expression, Manritai continued: "It can also be said that it is not me who let you stay, but a newspaper in your backpack." ”

"Huh?"

"This is it. What Manritai was holding in his hand was the newspaper about Manhi culture that Solga had carefully placed in his bag before he set off. Unexpectedly, this newspaper, which caused him to embark on an expedition, inadvertently became a lifesaver for Solgar.