The dead man in front of him was frozen on the rock wall, and it looked very clear. Although it was only a few dozen meters away from them, in such a situation, it would be four or five hours before they actually advanced there.

When the young people looked back, they realized that there was no road at all, and the way they walked was to climb on the rock face. There are many mountains and ravines here, and it is not impossible to move forward, but it can be very dangerous.

He remembered that Grand Lama Naruhito had told him before he left that a mountain that felt like he would fall to his death if he climbed it was not dangerous, but that the real danger was that a mountain that seemed to have a chance to climb over would swallow more lives.

Even so, he didn't have any thoughts of backing down.

Rabah was old, and he rested against the cliff for a long time before he had the heart to look at the frozen corpse.

There were too many of them, and Rabah knew how they had died by looking at the posture of the corpses—all of them with their backs to the cliff, just as he was doing now. They must have been trapped here by the previous gale, and like her, they also wanted to rest before leaving, but the temperature suddenly dropped, and while resting, many of them froze to death in a state of exhaustion.

In cold places, death and sleep are sometimes equated, and many times, it only takes a few seconds to freeze a person to death.

"Owner, these people should want to come out of that mountain. While resting here. The sudden change in temperature and the strong wind blew, so he froze to death. They should be counted, and there are many people who may freeze to death and fall under the cliff, and their bodies will be buried in the snow and will never be found. ”

"Come out?" the young man was a little curious, "Is anyone active in the snowy mountains?"

"It's not what the proprietors think, foreigners often go in, and they don't move in it, they just want to know that the path over these passes, through the no-man's land ahead, is not to search for anything," Rabah said, his tone suggesting that the place was really no man's land.

The young man just nodded, his eyes naturally looking in the direction the group had come, and Raba sighed.

At this time, another porter, who was resting on the side, shouted a few words in Tibetan. The young man didn't understand, but Rabah did. So he said to him, "They are all strangers." ”

Rabah turned his head to look at the corpses, he couldn't see too clearly in the wind and snow, but he could see the blue faces of the frozen people when he swept around, they were indeed not familiar faces.

It's unlikely, Motuo's porters, they don't know everything, they know ninety percent.

If it was such an accident, at least half of them would have been their people, but apparently those faces were too unfamiliar.

'Not the men of Metuo. Raba said as he looked at the young man as if he wanted to ask. He hadn't heard of such a strange procession coming in and out of Motuo, so where did these people come from? Could it be that they entered the no-man's land from somewhere else, and happened to pass through here when they came out?

Raba's heart was full of doubts, because as far as he knew, there were only a few paths that could pass through this no-man's land from ancient times to the present, and those paths had never been known only to the porters here, and they had been passed down from generation to generation through the way the old man led the young. Because it is useless to describe them in words or to represent them in pictures, these paths must be walked dozens of times before it is possible to remember. So it's completely impossible to leak out.

Another porter continued to tell him in Tibetan that it meant that there was something to be obtained -- sometimes it was not a bad thing to encounter a corpse in the snowy mountains, and that the corpse might have a lot of things on it in exchange for money, and second, if the identity of the corpse could be known, it would also be possible to get some information money from the family.

It was his companion who pointed to a corpse in the distance, and Rabah immediately realized that it was three foreigners. They were dressed completely differently from the others, and there were Tibetans on the side who helped them carry many packages.

There are a lot of things that came before foreigners' packages, which few people don't know. Generally speaking, the Rabba will not do anything to foreigners, and when they come, the lamas have a good relationship with foreigners, and if it is a foreigner and the sea, the matter will not end easily, and they will be punished very harshly in the end.

Second, foreigners would always pay for the money when they returned, and the things they carried, although precious and strange, would be discovered by the temple or the government as long as they were sold.

However, this time it was a little different, because these foreigners obviously did not start from Motuo, so their things would be fine if they appeared in Metuo.

It took a lot of effort for a few people to get those backpacks, and then move on, the whole process goes without saying, because it is not depicted in the account, in short, it is not an easy process.

Around sunrise that day, Rabah led everyone to a snowy slope. They dug a hole in the snow to keep out the wind and rest, so they had a chance to see the contents of their backpacks.

The bag was basically full of instruments and rock specimens, and foreigners always took some stones, and Raba knew that they were specimens, but he didn't know what the specimens were used for.

As they flipped through and guessed how much the instruments were worth, they found two gold balls in their bags, two of them in an iron box, and another thing that was tightly wrapped in cloth.

With these three things, the two golden balls are unobstructed, and that thing is so well wrapped, is it worth more than the golden ball?

But when they opened it, they found that it was a black piece of metal like a stone, and it was very ugly.

During the whole process, the young man was always looking at the only thing in the backpack that was considered absolutely worthless, which was a notebook densely filled with foreigners' words.

Raba looked at the young man's concentration and decided not to bother him for the time being, they were given two golden balls, and he felt that they didn't need to go any further, maybe they were already richer than the young man. Rabah was in ecstasy and felt that this was the most important day of his life.

While he was delighted and pondering how to explain to the young man why he was retreating, the young man handed him the foreigner's notebook and asked him what the line meant.

On a certain page of Yulai's notebook, he drew something, and on the side of it, the foreigner wrote a note in crooked Tibetan.

Rabba didn't know much to read, but he could understand this Tibetan phrase because when he prayed to the Buddha again, the lama used to say this, and this Tibetan phrase means "practical limit"

Rabah didn't understand, he looked at the picture on the side of the Tibetan language, and then made an expression to the young man who knew so much.