I crouched down and saw the fat man pry open a few pieces of ice and pull out a piece of animal fur from it.

"This is the snow leopard, and there are at least four of them in it, frozen together, and there are some deer carcass fragments in it. The fat man said.

"How so, four snow leopards, they are beasts of prey, who are they eaten?" I said, "Is there a beast more ferocious here than a leopard?"

"Bears hunt leopards, but they are all killed by rifles. You see that these leopards are so big, they should be the beasts guarding this lake. The villagers here raise them and let them roam the area around the lake to protect the lake from outsiders. The guns that shoot these leopards are very powerful, and in addition to rifles, there may also be grenades. ”

"How do you tell?"

"The bones of these wounds were blown out, and the whole piece of meat was broken. The fat man said, "The corpse is not fresh, it is so cold here, the meat has deteriorated, I am afraid that it has been dead for a while." The fat man looked around and said, "Damn, someone has been here before us." First, there are a lot of people, and second, the equipment is very good, and as soon as they come, they will directly kill the guards of this place. ”

He looked in the direction of the tent and the canyon again, and said, "Oh no, you say, will something happen to Kangbaluo?"

I thought of the movie picture of the simple local people being invaded by the foreign powers and being slaughtered because of the gap in weapons and equipment, and my heart trembled, and I looked at the fat man: "No matter who the other party is, the way they deal with the obstacles is very barbaric and violent, let's hurry up." ”

We set up a makeshift sleigh with bones and tents, wrapped Zhang Haixing and Feng in sleeping bags, and dragged them along the lake-road.

It wasn't as difficult as we thought, but it wasn't that easy either, and with a stop-and-go and in double the time, we followed the edge to the canyon across the lake.

The lake froze, but the river leading to the canyon had a subglacial trend, and there was water gushing beneath the ice. This indicates that the ice here is unstable.

We cautiously stepped on the ice, sometimes completely crawling forward, and it was this action that allowed us to see the wonders under the ice.

We saw a row of wooden fences stuck under the water under a section of ice, and in front of the wooden fence were all human corpses, at least twenty or thirty. We smashed open the ice and saw that the bodies soaked in the water were rotten, but not rotting, but blistered.

The hair showed that they were all foreigners, some of the equipment was soaked in the water, and almost all of them were naked.

The fat man pulled up a rifle and a tube of grenades, pinned them to himself, and then picked up the bullets one by one.

"It seems that our comrades-in-arms of Comrade Da Dung once came in by themselves, but failed, so they decided to unite with the Zhang family. This group should be the accomplices of the Germans. ”

"I didn't have any clothes on, and it seems that I took a shortcut to the lake, so I was hit. "I said," I said, "The group must have found this place and killed the snow leopard by the lake, but something happened on the way through the frozen lake, and they all died, and the corpses fell into the water and rushed here." ”

I guess there are more than that, but they are still dying on the surface of the lake, freezing there.

The fat man picked up the ocean, and he was so beautiful that he didn't have any sense of compassion at all. I asked him, "How long do you think these people have been dead here?"

"I don't know, but maybe there will be survivors, and we don't know how many of them came. ”

"Foreigners will not leave the bodies of their companions, looking at the appearance of these dead people, I estimate that there are not many survivors, and they are all difficult to protect themselves. I said.

Moving on, we soon passed the place where the stuffy oil bottle had said, and we finally came to the bottom of the hanging lama temple.

The two bastards still didn't wake up, and the fat man crawled over, carefully pushed open the entrance, and found that the whole building was so quiet that it was almost a dead silence, and there was no sound at all.

The fat man and I struggled to carry the two of us on our backs. At this time, the sun has set in the west, and the white clouds stick to the edge of the snow-capped mountains, forming clouds and mist.

We stopped in a relatively closed room in the lama temple and lit a charcoal stove for the fire. The room was covered with felt, which kept the temperature from draining, but when I examined the felt, I found that there was a mess of ash on it, and it was all crusted.

"The lamas here are not very hygienic. The fat man took off his shoes while roasting the fire, and a foot smell came to his face, "The ground is also full of ash, it stands to reason that there is not a small layer of ash on the snow-capped mountain, the air is very clean, so much ash, how much incense do they have to put on every day?"

It is appropriate that there is a lot of ash in the lama temple, but the thickness of the ash here and the traces on the surface show that the ash has fallen for a long time, and it has not been cleaned for a long time.

Could it be that this temple was abandoned?

I let the fat man rest, and I went all the way up and saw the felt of the Hades riding corpse that the stuffy oil bottle said back then. The door to the upper floor was behind the felt, as was the staircase, but the door was locked, and behind it was supposed to be against a very large wooden pole.

I thrust my dagger in, lifted the pole with all my strength, pushed it open, and smelled a particularly unpleasant smell of spices.

Behind the door is a particularly spacious passage, with doors on both sides of the passage, a bit like a hotel.

I walked up to one of the doors and tried to open them, only to find that the wooden bolts behind them were so heavy and thick that they couldn't be picked open with a dagger. I had to go back the same way, and when I returned to the fat man, I found that Zhang Haixing had woken up, and seemed to have regained consciousness and was drinking water.

I thought about what kind of face I should use to go back and talk to her, so I swayed over and said, "Look, you fool, don't listen to Lao Tzu", or pretended to be very open-minded, comforted her, and said: "I'm nicknamed, and my temper is not very good, so we don't need to mention this matter again." How's your body?"

The latter may have a good impression of me, but I don't want to hook up with this tigress, so after thinking about it, it's better to choose the first one.

I sneered, walked over, and said, "Wake up, you said you were stupid, told you to listen to me and listen to me, if you don't listen, you see, naked-"