Tang Qingmei rolled left and right in the carriage, Yang Linhao was extremely worried, gradually, at dusk, Yang Linhao took Tang Qingmei to a alpine meadow, Yang Linhao thought: "I don't know the specific location of Qinghai Lake, just rely on the compass to find the way, and I can only grasp the general direction, but I am afraid that there will be some detours, delaying Aunt Tang's detoxification opportunity." ”

At this time, Yang Linhao saw two Tibetans driving the antelope home from a distance, Yang Linhao immediately drove over, but to Yang Linhao's surprise, the two Tibetans saw the carriage coming, and immediately strode away, even ignoring the antelope.

Yang Linhao thought about it, suddenly understood, and shouted loudly: "We are not thieves, we are good people! Don't run, please wait for us." But the two Tibetans were still running fast. Yang Linhao sped up his horse, and finally caught up with the two people, Yang Linhao flew in front of the two of them, and saluted: "I won't harm you, please help me." ”

The two Tibetans just stood still, their eyes terrified and their legs shaking. Yang Linhao said: "Don't you know how to speak the Central Plains?" Yang Linhao folded his hands, bowed deeply, and then opened the curtain of the carriage and motioned for the two Tibetans to look inside the carriage.

The two Tibetans were shocked to see Tang Qingmei like this, and one of them thought about it, and then strode forward, pulling the reins of the carriage, and looking ahead. Seeing this, Yang Linhao took out a bamboo tube from the car and handed it to the Tibetan. The Tibetan smelled it and nodded hurriedly. Yang Linhao hurriedly shook his fists three times, his eyes were full of pleading.

The Tibetan nodded, got into the carriage, took the reins, and spoke some Tibetan to the other Tibetan. Yang Linhao couldn't understand, but when he saw another Tibetan running towards the antelope, Yang Linhao thought to himself: "What he meant should be: 'I'll take them to Qinghai Lake, and you drive the sheep home.'" ”

Yang Linhao got into the carriage and thought in his heart: "I think these two people are very simple, and they have no grievances with us, they shouldn't harm us, besides, I have to trust them at the moment." Yang Linhao smiled at the Tibetan and handed him the rest of the dry food. This Tibetan did not have the heart of a villain, so he immediately took it and drove the carriage while eating.

After a while, the Tibetan made a fist with his left hand, moved the fingers of his right hand back and forth around his left fist, then stretched out his left arm, drew a semicircle with his left fist, and then wiped his neck with his right palm. Yang Linhao stared at it for a long time, frowning, not understanding what this Tibetan meant.

Seeing this, the Tibetan pointed to the remnant sun in the sky, and then made the same set of actions as before. Yang Linhao said: "Do you mean the sun?" Yang Linhao thought for a while and exclaimed: "Could it be that you mean that the person who fell for the spider venom can't survive the sunrise on the second day?"

Although this Tibetan couldn't understand what Yang Linhao said, from Yang Linhao's expression, he also knew that Yang Linhao had understood what he meant. Yang Linhao was anxious, but the Tibetan smiled at Yang Linhao, meaning that he could rush to Qinghai Lake before sunrise the next day.

Yang Linhao was a little relieved, and then, the Tibetan pointed to the mountain pass in the distance, and made a "downhill" posture with his hand, Yang Linhao said in his heart: "Presumably after this mountain pass, it is the downhill section." But as the terrain rose, Yang Linhao felt more and more cold, but if it was just cold, Yang Linhao saw snowflakes floating at the mountain pass in the distance. Yang Linhao said in his heart: "Could it be that it is snowing on the other side of the mountain?"

After a stick of incense, the carriage reached the mountain pass, and the Tibetan looked at the heavy snow in front of him, hesitated for a moment, and then stopped the carriage. Yang Linhao didn't understand what he meant, but he saw that the Tibetan's left palm was facing diagonally downward, and his right finger was quickly pointed from the wrist to the fingertip on the back of his left hand, and then his hands were spread out, and his mouth made a bang.

Yang Linhao thought for a while, and said to himself: "Are you telling me that the road is slippery in the snow, and it is easy to fall off the cliff when driving the carriage downhill?" Yang Linhao walked into the carriage, took out Tang Qingmei's cashmere coat, laid one for Tang Qingmei, and handed it to the Tibetan.

The Tibetan smiled, pinched his long jacket at Yang Linhao, and told Yang Linhao that his clothes were very warm, so Yang Linhao put on his cashmere coat, jumped out of the carriage, pulled the reins, and led the carriage slowly. The Tibetan also jumped out of the carriage to reduce the weight of the carriage. Looking at the appearance of the women's coat draped on Yang Linhao's body and almost covering his ankles, the Tibetan couldn't help but laugh a few times. Yang Linhao didn't mind the Tibetan man's laughter, because he himself felt that the way he was looking was very funny, and the laughter was extremely sincere, without any hypocrisy. At this time, all Yang Linhao thought about was: finish this downhill road quickly, so that he could continue to drive his horse to Qinghai Lake.

Tang Qingmei was still in a daze in the car, flipping back and forth. In the illusion, Tang Qingmei had already rushed out of the dome of the cave and came to a canyon, but there were some spiky plants on both sides of the canyon, so Tang Qingmei had to follow the stream and go out.

But this stream is not ordinary clear water, but a kind of swarthy slurry, Tang Qingmei saw a bird flying low over, and when it was flying freely, it was suddenly rolled up by the swarthy slurry and quickly swallowed, Tang Qingmei couldn't help but retreat in shock. This retreat, Tang Qingmei's back was stabbed by a spike, and with a loud scream, she woke up from the illusion.

The Tibetan took the reins from Yang Linhao's hand, and his eyes motioned for Yang Linhao to enter the car to take a look. Yang Linhao immediately walked into the carriage, holding Tang Qingmei, holding a water bladder to serve Tang Qingmei to drink. Tang Qingmei said in a low voice: "This spider venom is really extraordinary, if there is no internal strength to protect the body, I am afraid that the heart has already been broken." ”

Yang Linhao said: "Aunt Tang, don't worry, there is a Tibetan uncle who is taking us to Qinghai Lake, where there is an antidote to spider venom, he is different from Tian Qing and others, he is a good person." Tang Qingmei said in a low voice: "That's fine." I'm not sleeping right now, and I'm not sleeping anymore. ”

Yang Linhao grabbed Tang Qingmei's two hands, put them on his left and right cheeks, and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I'll accompany you." In fact, Tang Qingmei's two hands were already full of toxins, Yang Linhao felt that his cheeks were hot, but for Tang Qingmei's happiness, he smiled and pretended not to feel anything, but if Yang Linhao hadn't drunk a lot of Qinghai Lake water in advance, he would have been infected by the toxins on Tang Qingmei's hands at this time.

Yang Linhao was afraid that Tang Qingmei would be tired, so he put Tang Qingmei down, let Tang Qingmei lie in the car, and leaned on Tang Qingmei's side. After a while, Yang Linhao found that the carriage had galloped, so he opened the curtain and took a look, only to see that there was a flat road ahead, and there were still snowflakes in the sky. (To be continued.) )