The staircase leads to the doorway above, where it is wide enough to fit a Liberation truck.

The door was lined with felt and ancient yellow silk painted in red Tibetan script. Looking at the old color of the satin, it feels like it was at least a few centuries ago. He instinctively felt that this staircase was not for people to walk, because people couldn't climb the stairs at all, and this was for this girl.

So where does this staircase lead? Strange felts and charms, and a few Tibetans hurrying away, there must be something remarkable in it. The young man pressed the stairs to see if they were strong, but as soon as he pressed his hand, his body jumped up in an instant.

Instead of walking on the beams, he jumped up the long poles on either side of the stairs. Before he could reach the yellow silk on the side of the door, a cold shot slammed into the wood at the little brother's feet, and the wood exploded. The little brother reacted very quickly, jumped out at once, grabbed the felt hanging on the side with one hand, and then turned over with his waist.

Almost at the same time, the shots below rang out one after another, and the bullets all hit the stairs, and by the time the bullets were transferred to the felt, the young man had already been introduced into the felt. He held his breath to see where the gunshots were coming from, only to see a flash of blue light, and it seemed that a man in a blue Tibetan robe was also moving quickly between the felt.

The young man pressed his hands to the ground, listening to the sound to discern the direction of the man's movements, and feeling around him for anything that could be used to defend himself. No sooner had his hand touched the floor than a bullet struck through several layers of felt, and the young man's head moved as the bullet grazed his ear.

He immediately knew that the other party was not an ordinary person and was not an easy character to deal with. But the young man was so experienced in dealing with such people that he suddenly stood up and ran almost close to the ground, listening to the bullets whizzing behind him. In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to a charcoal stove and stepped on the coals.

The coals of fire suddenly became a mass of activity, and the young man took advantage of this leap to jump up more than a man high, grabbed a piece of felt at once, like a bat, and hung silently behind the felt. Almost at the same time, several bullets hit the charcoal stove, knocking it all to the ground, and then the man in the blue Tibetan robe rushed over.

This kind of street fighting-style covert shooting, although the shooter has a very powerful weapon, but also does not have any information advantage, if you encounter a quick person, it is easy to be sneak attacked. The best way is to run in the direction where you are shooting, because the opponent will definitely have to leave after the shot, and the place where the person being shot will leave must be safe.

The shooter is the most affected by the sound of gunfire, and the likelihood of a sneak attack becomes especially great if it is not hit after multiple shots. Because you don't know how far someone is getting closer when you shoot.

This method is most practical in this place where it seems to be particularly hidden, but the felt cannot be used as a cover at all. So the blue-robed man ran to the side of the road in an instant, and the young man fell from it almost as soon as he arrived, and his knees pressed on the shoulders of the blue-robed man at once.

Weight, gravity, speed, the blue-robed man was pressed to his knees in an instant, the young man turned his waist, but did not clamp his head, but clamped his hand, and with a violent turn, he took off the spear clamp in his hand.

The gun hit the ground, and the young man kicked the gun out with a kick of his heel, and after standing still, he saw who the man was. Before he could see it clearly, the other party reacted very quickly, and the hidden knife was shot, and a cold light immediately came to the young man's face. There is no way to use a gun to follow his relatives, but if someone does something to him, it is really looking for death.

The young man gave way slightly, avoided the blade, and hit the blue-robed man on the nose from the gap, at this time, if someone was beside him, he didn't have time to see how he made his hand, only heard a muffled sound of the fist hitting the flesh, and the blue-robed man fell to the ground. The young man squatted down, and suddenly pinched the hand of the blue-robed man holding the knife, and with a little force, the blue-robed man really locked up, and at the same time the knife was taken off.

The young man looked down and saw that it was a very young Tibetan youth, only ten years old at most, pinched by him in great pain, and kept saying something in Tibetan.

The young man must have known that the gunfire had alarmed many people, and he could not stay here for long, and just as he was about to knock him out and leave, he saw more blue-robed Tibetans coming out from behind the felt, dozens of them, all holding spears in their hands and facing him. The young man sighed lightly, but saw that all the Tibetans were crouching down and made the most respectful etiquette to him.