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Chapter 15 The Mysterious Tribe in the Snow Mountains

The following narrative is very wonderful. It can be seen that the way my brother remembers all things is different from ours. We are used to remembering something when we encounter it, regardless of the order or whether we can remember it in a few days. However, the process of my brother's narration made me clearly realize that he has sorted out his memory.

Perhaps because he knew that one day he would have to remember all of these, so he used a unique way of memory.

What he first described was the entire terrain.

At that time, the area where the Guaibo was located was a ridge of a snow-capped mountain. They were already at a very high altitude, but at this altitude, it did not mean that it was a cliff of 5,000 to 6,000 meters. In fact, looking around the top of the mountain, it looked more like a hilly area with black and white. However, those mountains were not as round as the south, all of which were like black rocks chopped by a knife, very sharp and clear edges.

There are many valleys between these mountains, all covered by deep snow, and the thickness of the snow in some places is unimaginable. This is a mountain wrapped in glaciers, with snow on the head and stones on the head under the head.

The strange group of people were walking in such a valley, and Mon Oil Bottle was standing at the top of a hill and watching them.

There is no doubt that the first thing to do to keep up with them is to get down from the top of the mountain. The light is dim and the setting sun shines on the snow, making the snow stain a layer of purple and yellow blurred color. But even with such light, it is definitely very, very difficult to step on such a thick snow and then keep up with them.

At the same time, what is even more bizarre is that the Tibetans walked on the snow very quickly, so fast that they seemed not to walk on the snow, but to float on the snow.

Anyone who walks through the snow knows that it is impossible to walk so fast in the snow, and judging by the extent to which the Tibetans fall into the snow, the snow does not seem to be so thick.

Mon Oil Bottle just chased after a few steps and found something was wrong. He stopped and thought about what to do. When Raba followed, the green light had disappeared.

There was only one line of footprints left in the snow. In the strong wind, the footprints were about to disappear soon.

Monooliao and Raba stumbled into the valley and found that it was completely wrong. The snow fell directly to their waists, and it was not the state of the Tibetans when they left.

They plucked the snow all the way, and finally came to the edge of the footprints. Laba discovered that something was under the snow. After they pushed the snow away, they found that there was a bridge built of stones and wood buried under the snow. The Tibetans should be walking on this bridge.

They climbed up and used their feet to spread the snow under their feet. They found that the snow was not as strong as their knees. The bridge was very strong and did not move when they stepped on it. The material used was a black rock common in the Himalayas mountains.

Who built this bridge here? Raba thought, how long is it and where is it leading? If they knew that there was such a road buried in the snow, they would not have to take such a risk to walk on those cliffs, nor would they have to spend so long climbing the snow slopes.

After stomping on the bridge for a few times, the oil bottle quickly chased in the direction where the green light disappeared. His footprints were disappearing quickly. He walked quickly, and Laba had to follow.

All the scenery here is almost the same. If you don’t understand basic knowledge in the snow-capped mountains, you will easily get lost, but Raba doesn’t, because at the top of the snow-capped mountains, as long as the view is wide enough, you will definitely see several iconic mountains. These mountains can tell you whether you are in circles. At night, the starry sky here is particularly dazzling, and the Milky Way never runs across the entire sky so clearly. Various constellations and stars can help you guide the direction, so Raba is not worried.

For more than two hours, they were walking aimlessly, and they found that there was no fork in the bridge.

It must be a fast path that leads from one place to another. It is really terrible to build such a project in the snow-capped mountains. It requires the first to completely clear the snow, which is a huge project.

After nearly three hours, they followed the green light, and they found that the green light had become a little dim and the Tibetans were still walking forward.

The time after that was longer than they imagined, so I skipped here and only talked about the length of time. Almost three days later, they followed the green light for three days, and walked along the road in the snow all the way before reaching the end of the bridge.

When they walked past a bay, it was noon and the sun was very fierce. They wore sunglasses and after passing a mountain pass, suddenly, the front became extremely wide and bright.

It was a huge amber-like lake, like a gem, suddenly appeared in the snow field.

The big lake is very strange. It is completely different from other high-altitude lakes. It has no lake beaches. The lake is surrounded by snow and ice. These ice layers extend to the center of the lake. Only when they reach two or three hundred meters away will it become lake water.

In the sun, the lake water has no swelling at all, as if it is completely still. The light reflects on the lake surface, and the lake surface seems to be covered with a layer of gold foil, and the scene is extremely beautiful.

How big is this lake? Raba cannot judge because it has exceeded all the sizes of everything he knows that can be used to compare things. If he was asked to describe it to others, he would probably say it is as big as the sky, but if this lake is based on visual inspection, it should be the size of two snow mountains.

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

The Tibetans carrying green light walked all the way to the frozen lake. From a distance, they saw a very dilapidated boat on the lake.

When they got on the boat, Raba said to the Muyoubottle: "Boss, we can't get through."

The Mujiu Bottle did not make any noise, but saw that the Tibetans in the distance did not leave after boarding the boat. Moreover, there was a Tibetan who did not boarding the boat. He waited on the shore and looked at the direction where the Mujiu Bottle and the others were hiding.

Raba stopped talking, the three of them did not move, and saw the Tibetans looking at this side for a long time, waved to them to go over.

Laba looked at the Muyou Bottle, as if asking what to do. Muyou Bottle thought about it and didn't move at the beginning, but the Tibetan man seemed a little anxious and continued to wave his hand. Muyou Bottle moved his body, as if he couldn't hold back.

If this is a novel, here, in order to start, inherit, turn and end, there must be unexpected development, because the plot must be promoted. Therefore, the most likely development is that Mon Oil Bottle stood up and contacted the Tibetans, which in turn triggered conflicts.

However, in reality, in such a situation, the most rational decision will never lead to conflict.

The three of them stood patiently until the Tibetan finally rowed their heads and boarded the boat. The oars slowly slid, and the boat slowly rowed towards the center of the lake.

There was a area where sunlight was reflected violently, and they couldn't see anything clearly. They seemed to be drawing into a golden light.

But after this, the oil bottle still did not move. Laba didn't know what was going on, so he slowly moved over and asked him why he didn't go there just now. It was obvious that the Tibetans were waiting for them.

Mon Oil Bottle shook his head and said with ease: "He is not waving to us." "What was he doing just now?" "There is another thing following them, and we didn't notice at all," Mon Oil Bottle said.

Laba suddenly became nervous: "How do you know?"

Menyoubo's eyes were constantly scanning the snow fields around him. Although his expression was extremely calm, Raba found that all his attention was not on him. "Did you see that 'another thing'?"

Mon Oil Bottle shook his head, but he pointed in one direction: "Although I can't be sure, it's very likely that something was hidden there."

Laba looked in the direction that the oil bottle pointed, and saw that it was a huge black stone. It was covered with snow all around, but the snow seemed to be rubbed by something on the stone. "Behind the stone?" Laba shivered a little. He would not have been scared by the oil bottle, but the calmness of the oil bottle made him involuntarily put himself in a position of obedience." Below the snow." The oil bottle said.

Raba tried hard to see the black stone, but it was completely white. He didn't notice anything. After several minutes, Raba looked at the other porter, and finally couldn't hold back and said, "Owner, you sure, I think that person is waving to us, we--"

Before he could finish his words, Raba's body suddenly became heavier, and he was immediately pulled into the snow as if something had caught his foot.
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