Under the sun, the lake does not have a little wave, as if it is completely still, the light is reflected on the surface of the lake, and the lake water in front seems to be covered with a layer of gold leaf, the scene is extremely beautiful and strange.

How big is the lake? Because it was beyond all the sizes he knew could be used to compare things. If you were asked to describe it to someone else, he would probably say it was as big as the sky. If you look at this lake, it should be the size of two snow-capped mountains.

In the snow-capped mountains, such a lake is as big as the sea.

The Tibetans carrying the green light walked all the way up to the frozen lake, and from a distance Rabah saw a very dilapidated boat on the lake.

When they got into the boat, Rabah said to the young man, "Boss, we can't get along." ”

The young man did not make a sound, but saw that the Tibetan in the distance did not leave after getting on the boat, and besides, one Tibetan did not get on the boat, but waited on the shore, watching the direction in which they were hiding.

Rabah stopped talking, and the two men remained motionless. I saw that the Tibetan looked over for a long time, and then beckoned them to come over.

Raba looked at the young man, as if asking what to do, the young man thought about it, and did not move at first, but the Tibetan seemed to be a little anxious, and continued to wave his hand, and the young man moved his body, as if he was a little out of breath.

If this is a novel, here and there, in order to get started, there often has to be an unexpected development, because the plot has to be driven, so the most likely development is that the young man stands up and makes contact with this Tibetan and then causes conflict

The young man did not walk in the end, and the three of them stood patiently, knowing that the Tibetan had waited for at least twenty minutes before finally rocking his head and getting into the boat, the boat's rocking oars slowly sliding towards the center of the lake.

There was a violent area of sunlight reflection, and they couldn't see anything clearly, and they seemed to be drawn into a golden light.

But after this, the young man still did not move, and Raba, not knowing what was going on, slowly moved over to ask him why he didn't go over just now, and it was obvious that the Tibetans were waiting for them.

The young man shook his head and said lightly, "He's not waving at us. ”

"And what was he doing?"

"There's something else that's following them, and we don't notice it at all. The young man said.

Rabah tensed up: "How do you know?"

"You don't need to know. The young man's eyes kept scanning the surrounding snowfield, and although his expression was extremely calm, Raba found that all his attention was not on himself.

"Did you see that 'something else'?"

The young man shook his head, but he pointed in one direction, "I'm not sure, but it's probably there." There's something hidden there. ”

Rabah looked in the direction the young man was pointing, and saw a huge black stone, skinny

, all around is covered with snow, but on this stone, the snow seems to have been rubbed by something.

"Under the stones?" Raba shuddered a little, he would not have been frightened by the young man, but the young man's calm appearance made him involuntarily put himself in a position of obedience.

"Under the snow, this thing has been moving under the snow, otherwise I would have found it a long time ago. The young man said.

Rabah tried to look around the black stone, but it was completely snow-white, and he found nothing. After a few more minutes, Raba looked at the other porter, and finally lost his breath, and said, "Are you sure, boss, I think that person is just waving at us, we-"

Before he could finish speaking, Raba's body suddenly became heavy, and the person was suddenly pulled into the snow as if he had been grabbed by something.

The snow below was incomparably deep, and he was annihilated in an instant, and before he could reach the top, he saw the young man pounce in an instant, as if trying to catch him, but he was a step too late, and he himself was not quick to react. I pulled it and grabbed it, and it was already pitch black. The coldness of the snow pressed against his face, nostrils, mouth, and ears, and poured into him along all the hollows.