The call of a vulture is a very peculiar sound, sharp and hoarse.

Listening to it in the eardrum of a person, there is a very scary feeling.

"Quack......... Wow............"

The vulture's voice is sharper than that of the crow, and the tail note is more hoarse.

Originally, the snow area was very vast, and there was nothing around.

Now the voice of the vulture resounded throughout the snow area in an instant.

It's like blowing a broken bone flute.

At this time, after the netizens in the live broadcast room heard this voice, they only felt that their scalps were numb.

"Damn... What a terrible sound, it's really ugly. ”

"If you close your eyes and listen to it, it's like rubbing back and forth with your jagged teeth, which is very ugly and uncomfortable."

"All I can say is that the voice matches their appearance so well, it sounds like it's lifeless."

The call of the vultures is very unfriendly.

There is a very uncomfortable feeling to this sound.

But I don't know why, everyone thinks that if it is matched with the ugly size of the vulture, then his voice seems to be a perfect match.

After Lin Rou finished speaking, she didn't speak, but walked slowly forward with the group.

After they had climbed a small hill, the scene below slowly came into view.

Below spring and autumn is a very small valley.

Instead, in the valley lay two humanoid objects wrapped in prayer cloth.

And a little further away from the two humanoids stood a dozen people.

Among them was a lama dressed in red, and several people wrapped in Tibetan robes.

A little further away there was a bunch of people.

There are also photographers with photographic equipment.

But Lin Rou was the first to see this wave of people in the farthest distance.

Because these people are dressed very normally, but there is something abnormal, because it is obvious that these people are not here for the funeral at all.

It is very likely that they are all passing tourists, and some have come to shoot specially for filming.

In fact, under normal circumstances, this type of person is not allowed to enter the vicinity of the celestial burial ground at all.

But they still watched this scene from afar, even if they were not allowed to come, they had to stand there and stare, and they didn't want to leave at all.

And the people below who were preparing for the sky burial also noticed Lin Rou for the first time.

Lin Rou thought for a moment, then turned her head and said:

"You wait here first."

After finishing speaking, Lin Rou only walked towards the valley with the little assistant.

At this time, the live broadcast screen of the mobile phone was also directly noticed under his income, and only the sound was left.

When I walked to the middle of the valley, a red-clothed horn next to the fence greeted me directly.

This red-clothed horn is not young, and he is already very old.

My eyes are starting to cloud.

He also carries a younger horn by his side, and this younger horn should be able to translate some languages.

So Lin Rou said directly to the young speaker:

"Hello, I'm Lin Rou."

After hearing Lin Rou's words, the young speaker pointed directly at your old speaker's ear and slowly translated this sentence.

Then he turned his head to Lin Rou and said in a very stiff language:

"Hello Lin Rou, I'm Zhuoma."

"This is my teacher, Gamma."

"Welcome to the snow area."

Because before that, they had already communicated on the phone.

What should be understood, Lin Rou has already learned about it.

So after a simple exchange between the two of them, Lin Rou knew the specific situation now.

Today, there are exactly two deceased people who need to undergo a celestial burial ceremony.

At this time, in addition to the family members of the deceased who came to the museum, the people here were the people who presided over the sky burial.

As for those farther away, sure enough, they all knew the news, and then rushed to join in the fun.

However, Lin Rou is a little unclean, it is this lama, why would he contact his company? .

So Lin Rou asked directly...

"Since you're already holding a celestial burial ceremony, why are you still looking for our company?"

Dolma translated the neighbor's words directly to Old Gamma.

While Lin Rou was talking, Old Gamma's cloudy eyes kept staring at Lin Rou.

And the look in his eyes kept flickering.

After hearing Lin Rou's question, he pointed to the center of the mountain country, and then let out a series of syllables that Lin Rou couldn't understand.

At this time, Dolma began to translate and said:

"He said to ask Miss Lin to watch the celestial burial ceremony, and then he knew."

Although Lin Rou didn't know what kind of lawsuit they were fighting, Lin Rou didn't panic, so she didn't speak anymore.

Then he looked at the celestial burial ground.

But in the end, I took a look at this old lama, and the life of this old horn was obviously almost life.

"Ding! Death Perception on. ”

"Customer death message has been viewed."

"Client: Tashi Doldrup Gamma."

"Cause of Probability of Death: 100% probability of death within 48 hours of natural death due to organ failure"

Along with the sound of the system, there is also a scene of death.

That is, the old trumpet plate in front of him, sitting in a very hard layer of soil, his old face slowly fell.

The fire of life is slowly disappearing.

And when the old horn finally died, Lin Rou was standing in front of him.

After seeing this death scene, Lin Rou already knew that this old mother would soon die due to natural aging. And when this old horn died, Lin Rou was also opposite the old man.

After taking a look, Linglong looked away, because he didn't really care about this matter.

There is a unique system among the Tibetan horns.

It is very likely that the reason why they found the company was only because they felt the difference in Lin Rou.

And the current Tenzo ceremony is about to take place.

In this way, Linglong can see the reason.

Lin Rou waited a little, and then saw this old trumpet, and after taking a deep look at him, she waved her old arm.

At this time, there were a few people in the crowd who were hiding in Tibetan robes, and slowly walked towards the heavenly burial ground.

These people should be the celestial burial masters who preside over the ceremony.

Lin Rou's gaze swept up and down the three Heavenly Burial Masters, and then he faced Zhuoma beside him and asked:

"Can this celestial burial ceremony be shown to other people?"