The young man was very obedient, which made him feel a little unhappy, he was actually a little curious about this young man, so he said that it was the whole Motuo, who entered the snow mountain alone, and it was a person who took such a path, basically not, this should be the first time. This young man, looking at his age and talking, doesn't know what his purpose is, which really makes people feel mysterious.

"You seem to be doing things for foreigners?" said Raba, after a short rest, and several people huddled together, he asked the young man that he needed to say something, and that under this weariness, if he could not hold on, he would probably fall asleep.

"Foreigner?" the young man shook his head slightly, "why do you ask?"

"Most of the people who used to hire us to walk these roads were foreigners, tall and big, some with blond hair and some with white hair, and some of their eyes were blue, and some were green, like cat's eyes. ”

The young man didn't speak, and the snow foam was on his face, and he couldn't see the expression clearly, as if he was listening, and he didn't seem to want to answer him at all. After a while, the young man said, "Do you also take this path?"

"There are people who go any way. "Every road has its own dangers, but foreigners have many porters, and they want to carry everything in, and they give little money, but this road is less traveled in this season, otherwise we might have met one or two others." However, these roads are not really difficult to walk, everything is easy to do when the snow stops, and the lack of roads you have to walk behind is really scary. As I said, every mile I walk, I will advise you. ”

The young man did not answer, and every time he said this, he stopped talking, and Rabah thought to himself that he had not been in long enough, and that if he walked slowly, he would one day retreat. The environment here is not something that ordinary people can bear.

"Then why did you come?" asked the young man after a long time.

Rabah was silent for a moment, he remembered the child in the family, why did he agree to the lama to come here at that time, he was selfish, he didn't want to go on, but if this young man didn't know how to turn back, then he couldn't do anything. He touched the Tibetan knife in his hand, it was too easy to kill a person, so simple that he didn't even need a knife. "Money owed. He replied briefly.

This very small action was immediately captured by the young man, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

"What danger will we have?" the young man did not ask him again, but asked a more practical question.

"Danger? There is nothing dangerous here, let me tell you, in the snowy mountains, everything is your enemy, the sun, the wind, the snow, the sound of speech, the stones, whatever you want, you will die. There is no danger here, everything is dangerous, and there are all kinds of ghosts in the snow, and people who die in the snow will always wander here if they can't find their way back. ”

"Ghosts?" the young man seemed to hear something very interesting, "are you taboo about this too?"

"Where is it not taboo?" said Rabah, "as long as it is alive." ”

"People are much more terrible than ghosts, and people's hearts can't see through them. The young man said, "A living man is worse than a ghost." With that, he glanced at Raba's Tibetan knife.

Raba was a little nervous, and wondered if he had seen through something, and in a moment's time, the hidden knife had been drawn and was in the young man's hand.

"You?"

The young man threw the Tibetan knife into the cliff below him, "What is useless, it is better to throw it away earlier, put it on the body, it is too heavy." ”

Raba watched the Tibetan knife fall quickly, bounce off the rock, and then disappear into the snow, realizing that he had met a ruthless character, and when he turned his head to look, he saw that the young man was also looking at him, his eyes were full of indifference, as if he had not done what had just happened.

Well, the knife isn't really that important here, Rabah thought. Moreover, there is more than one person who has a knife, and in the road ahead, there is always a time when you need to support or pull, and you can do it at any time at that time.

The wind gradually subsided, and after the knife-like wind pressure on Raba's face slowly lessened, he felt much more comfortable. Then, at this time, he saw something familiar to him on the mountain road ahead.

It was another group of porters, walking in front of them, far away, and nothing could be seen in the wind and snow just now, and now the black dots were revealed.

"Is it strange that this road is so popular this winter?" he said to himself, not shouting or talking here, because it would cause an avalanche. He just watched quietly, and found that none of the porters moved, they didn't make any movement, and all the black spots remained like that.

"They were all dead. Rabah looked at it for a long time, and then suddenly said, "Those are dead people." ”

They must have been dead, and they must have froze to death here, and they were just like them, resting on the mountain wall, and eventually they all froze to death, and they were frozen to death, frozen to the mountain wall.

Rabah suddenly felt a chill, and he immediately stood up and said to the others, "The wind is light, let's move on." Go and see who these corpses are in front of you. ”