Lu Mingfei let go of his hand and placed him lightly on the ground.

The boy looked up at him, and said a string of words crackling in his mouth.

I don't know if it's the voice that the sheep have practiced, and they all speak like singing folk songs.

It's a pity that Lu Mingfei didn't understand.

He took out his phone, opened the translation software that came with it, and then reached out of the car window and pointed the microphone at the boy's mouth.

The boy seemed to understand what he meant, and repeated what he had just said on his phone, deliberately slowing down.

"You, who, are you doing?"

At this time, the translation software was not very easy to use, and the boy's accent was not very standard, but the general meaning was still translated.

The app also shows the structure of the boys' language, mostly in Urdu, with some Pashto words mixed in.

This is not surprising, as the Swat Valley is part of Pakistan.

Urdu is the Chinese language of Pakistan and one of the official languages of India.

The main ethnic group in the Swat Valley is Pashtun, so the Pashto language is also spoken.

"We are tourists from China and want to go on a road trip in the valley."

Lu Ming said with translation software.

"For a long time, no, travel."

The boy shook his head.

The natural landscape of the Swat Valley is nice, and there are even snow-capped mountains.

When it was still under the jurisdiction of India, the Queen of England ****** once referred to Swat Valley as the "Switzerland of the British Empire".

Swat Valley was once a key tourist destination for international tourism agencies, with hundreds of thousands of Pakistanis visiting here every summer.

However, after the devastating earthquake and the invasion of Banli Tower, the city has gradually become deserted, especially for female tourists.

This has made the already poor life of the locals even worse.

"We're not afraid."

Lu Mingfei showed his arm thicker than a boy's head.

"Wow!"

The boy exclaimed.

He doubted that the man in front of him could lift his strongest sheep with one hand.

"Guide, do you want it?"

The boy asked, rolling his eyes.

"Wizard?"

Lu Mingfei glanced at him.

"A lot of places, good looks, I, a lot of paths, know."

Boys try to show their worth.

"It's dangerous."

He shook his head.

They're not really here to visit.

"Please, a little money. Sheep, eat. ”

The boy didn't seem to want to lose this opportunity to make money, folded his hands on his chest, raised his head and said.

Although it was a machine-translated voice, Lu Mingfei still felt the pleading from his expression.

"What are you talking about?"

Fifth Moon's head poked out of the back compartment.

"Woman!"

The boy's eyes widened.

"Any questions?"

Lu Mingfei looked at him.

"Banlita, bad. Women, without clothes, hit. ”

The boy gestured to his robe.

"She's dead."

He pulled out a two-inch picture of him and a girl who was a cut above him.

"Your sister?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Well, don't cover your face, read a book, whip it."

The boy made a whipping motion, his face glazed.

"Didn't you help her?"

"Daddy, dead. I can't beat it. ”

The boy shook his head, turned his back, took off his robe, and lifted his undershirt.

The thin back is densely covered with wicker-like scars.

"Want revenge?"

After he put on his clothes, Lu Mingfei asked.

"Yes, I want a gun."

The boy replied.

can have a sister who likes to read, and he is naturally not stupid.

With his physique, without a gun he would just die in vain.

"Here, will you go?"

Lu Mingfei took out the tablet and pointed to the light spot on the screen, the text on the software had been translated into the local language.

The boy looked at it for a long time before he could barely understand what it meant.

"No, there, a lot, Banlita."

He shook his head.

"Can you get around?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Only, here."

The boy pointed to a place on the map, about 20 kilometers away from the point of light.

If they go full speed ahead, it will take about 15 minutes or so.

Although you can't break through the lair directly, it's much better than passing five levels and killing six generals.

Lu Mingfei took out a stack of dollars, and the boy's gaze was instantly occupied by green.

"Are you sure you want to make this money?"

He gave the boy one last chance.

Without hesitation, the boy took Franklin from Lu Mingfei's hand.

Of course, he knew that this was the money to buy his life, and he was much more mature than his actual age when his family was ruined.

But it is precisely because of this that the boy needs money even more.

Without money, he can't even eat a full meal, let alone take revenge.

Those who took refuge in Banlita were not exchanging their lives for money, and they were much cheaper than him.

The boy thought to himself.

"Get in the car."

Lu Mingfei opened the car door.

"Sheep."

The boy hesitated.

He still wants to drive the sheep back first.

Another stack of Franklin sank into his pocket.

"Fuck off."

The boy threw away his whip and roared happily at the sheep.

If he could go back, the money would be enough for him to buy ten flocks of sheep.

"What's your name?"

Lu Mingfei asked.

"Abbas."

The boy replied.

"Abbas, take us to the closest place to there, bypassing Banli Tower."

Lu Mingfei said.

"Okay, over there."

Abbas pointed in one direction.

I have to say that these thousands of dollars are still well spent.

Abbas took them on sparsely populated areas, and avoided many roads that were impassable due to the earthquake and were not shown on the map.

Moreover, even after passing through those villages or towns, and being watched or even blocked by locals, Abbas went down to negotiate.

Coupled with the figures of Lu Mingfei and Fingal, the problems that many out-of-town tourists will encounter are strangled in the cradle.

"Abbas!"

Passing through a village, a girl feeding chickens raised her head, glanced curiously at the truck, and shouted loudly.

Lu Mingfei stepped on the brakes, and Abbas poked his head out to look, but didn't recognize who it was.

"It's me."

The girl looked around at no one and pulled her mask down a little, revealing her fair face.

"Samlam!"

Abbas shouted excitedly.

"Why are you here? Who are they, have you been coerced? ”

Samram asked worriedly.

"No, of course not. They are tourists from China, and they asked me to be their guide. ”

Abbas hurriedly explained.

Hearing Hua Guo, Sang Ram immediately relaxed.

Although it is a poor and remote country, she has heard a little about the relationship between Pakistan and China.

Lu Mingfei looked at the map, and was only 25 kilometers away from his destination, so he acquiesced to their conversation.

"You didn't even tell me you moved here. I've been to your house several times to look for you. ”

Abbas complained.

"Your sister died, and my father was afraid that I would be killed too, so he moved here."

Samram said.

Although Banlita has basically completed his domination of the Swat Valley, there will still be some weak points.

"Oh"

At the mention of his sister's death, Abbas's tone was low again.

"Are you moving here? I'll ask Daddy to give you the sheep. ”

Samram said.

She knew that Abbas must have had a hard time in his old village.

"No, I'm doing well. This one is up to you. ”

Abbas pulled two Franklins out of his pocket and handed them to Samram.

"So much money?"

She said in surprise.

"I earned it as a guide. When I grow up, let your father marry you to me. ”

Abbas grinned and said yes.

"What did you say?"

Samlam's cheeks, which were covered by the cloth, were slightly red.

"I said, I want you to be my wife. Okay, I'm leaving. ”

Abbas waved his hand and rolled up the window.

The van started again, and it was far away under the gaze of the girl covered in black cloth.

(End of chapter)