Chapter 181 Chapter Fourteen The Blue Mask Singer

The people behind were not slow to react, and immediately there was a burst of gunshots.The white figure seemed to be terrified, as soon as the gunshot rang out, he had already passed through the slanting stab, brushing away the thick vegetation with his hands and feet, and with three strokes, he was gone. He disappeared, but I was really frightened by him, because he brought out the murderous aura just now. Now that he has left, the threat is still there, and the murderous aura is coming to surround us. It seems that he still has Many associates.Based on the dazzling feeling just now, he is about 1.78 meters tall, with white hair all over his body, and he is not an animal like an ape or an orangutan. I don't know where he is in a good mood, and he wears these strange costumes to scare people.

I didn't dare to be careless, so I forced my heart that was in my throat back into my stomach, pulled Zhuoma Yangjin by my side, and told her to follow me closely. I had already made up my mind that no matter what danger I encountered, I would To die, to die together, never before determined. Zhuoma Yangjin was still in shock: "Luo Lian, what was that just now?" I think that thing looks familiar, but I can't remember what it is for a while, I was thinking about it before I opened my mouth, Bashiqi answered the conversation first, and said: "This is the snow demon."

Zhuoma Yangjin lost his voice: "Snow Demon?!" Tang Minghao followed closely: "Yes, it's him, I've seen it! It's a little afraid of guns. The one who came here just now is not a kind person." Nonsense, is it kind, it still has such a heavy murderous aura?It turned out to be the Snow Demon.Somehow, knowing the origin of this thing, I felt a little more relaxed.This is just a small prelude, and it is just a side dish. I believe there will be greater dangers behind. Pause for a while, and continue to move forward. This time, the faint sound of drums and cymbals is much clearer, and the distance seems to be closer.I told everyone about this feeling, and unexpectedly, they heard it too.Wang Mu also said: "This rhythm sounds like Shangba Tibetan opera. Is there anyone else who sings opera in this rare place?"

My heart suddenly moved, what she said gave me a little inspiration, and I felt that the snow demon had something to do with this voice... yes... it was the singer who angered the snow demon, and then he ran out to kill people, only to run into us serious people The firepower guy, that's why he disappeared consciously?But, who is in such a good mood to sing in this deep mountain and old forest? Things are getting weirder and weirder, I no longer dare to let my intuition do things, and I have to rely on my original self to judge, in short, I must be careful and careful. In view of the situation just now, Bashiqi was afraid that everyone would shoot casually, and the bullets would run out soon, so he asked Thirty-eight to give each of them more than 30 bullets, and then walked along the road with a little peace of mind.

The strong murderous aura gradually dissipated, but the sound of drums and cymbals was getting closer and clearer. Singing something in Chinese, it was originally a joyful tone, but it sounded very forced. Zhuoma Yangjin said to me in a low voice: "Luo Lian, something is wrong. How could they sing Princess Wencheng with such a sad voice? Do you feel something is wrong?" I shook my head: "I only feel that the singers are very scared, other...the murderous look just now is not there, it's all fear, I don't know them..." Before I finished speaking, Eighty-Seven interrupted me and said, "Don't think about it, just follow the past and have a look." He, Forty-three and Thirty-eight were responsible for the safety of the entire team.

Searching for the sound, he turned three big bends, and a small open area was exposed near the top of the mountain. There were a dozen or so sparse people kneeling in a circle, all prostrate on the ground, not daring to raise their heads. In the circle, two A man wearing a blue mask, one was beating a drum, the other was holding a cymbal, standing still, rapping loudly, the drummer next to him was trembling, waiting to pick him up at any time.It's a pity that they all wear masks, so they can't see their expressions clearly. It seems that this should be a group of Tibetans listening to an opera. Although it is a bit crude, the atmosphere is full of fear. I hesitated a little, wondering if this foreign memory is reliable, so I asked Zhuoma Yangjin in a low voice if it was so. thing.

Zhuoma Yangjin told us all to hide aside so as not to disturb them, and then said: "Yes, this doesn't look like a sacrifice." Then he paused and asked me, "Luo Lian, don't you think their clothes are very Does it look familiar?" When I looked at those people, I thought I'd seen them somewhere, but I couldn't be sure because there were some foreign memories in my mind that I would never forget. Unexpectedly, Zhuoma Yangjin said: "You are in the Zou restaurant in Lhasa, the place where Laba invited you to dinner. Haven't you seen a troupe dressed like this? This is a Shangba Tibetan opera. Didn't I call a girl and Did you speak?"

When she said this, I immediately remembered that there was indeed a girl in Lhasa who told me not to go to Guge, and said not to interfere, but I didn’t pay much attention at that time. It turned out that it was Zhuoma Yangjin’s work. A lot of painstaking efforts, I, a pig, didn't realize it at all. So he was a little hesitant, not knowing how to answer Zhuoma Yangjin's words.She didn't think too much about it, she just looked at the performers in front of her and said, "It's so strange. Princess Wencheng was originally an epic drama, so how could she sing so miserablely?"

The Tibetans kneeling on the ground suddenly raised their heads at this moment and looked behind the blue-masked opera singer, while the people kneeling behind them all showed panic expressions, and wanted to turn their heads to look, but they didn't dare to turn around.It was only then that I noticed that there was a stone wall behind the blue-masked opera singer. It is the appearance of Mima Tsama. Mima Tsama? !I was shocked, and a gust of cold air rushed up from behind. At the bottom of Fuxian Lake, isn't there such a thing? "Yang Jin, is Mima Tsama?" I hope she will answer "No".

"Yes." Zhuoma Yangjin replied in a low voice, and after a second or two, he suddenly grasped my hand tightly and stammered, "Then... eyes, eyes... look... " The eyes of the stone Buddha were bubbling two streams of black tear-like things, slowly, slowly falling down the cheeks, the speed was extremely slow, and when they reached the chin, they disappeared all of a sudden. . As soon as the tears disappeared, the Tibetans immediately kowtowed, terrified, and loudly begged Mima Tsama for forgiveness. And the singer in the blue mask raised his voice and chanted loudly at this time, intermittently, terrified.Taking a closer look, both of their legs were trembling, as was Zhuoma Yangjin who was beside me, and his hands were sweating, "Luo... Lian..., Luo Lian, a big disaster..."

Wangmo was beside Dolma Yangjin, her face was already pale with fright, but she turned to comfort us first, "Luo... Lian..." Her voice was also trembling, but she didn't feel flustered, "The princess will be handed over to you." I nodded, "Of course. We will protect you too. Don't worry." Wangmo tried to smile, showing two dimples, and said: "Thank you very much." Then he said to Zhuoma Yangjin: "Princess, this is the punishment of the gods, and someone must die to appease the gods." anger. I should go." Dolma Yangjin burst into tears when he heard this, grabbed Wangmo's hand, choked up and couldn't speak, then turned his head and looked at me mournfully, begging me to persuade Wangmo. I was also taken aback, and quickly said: "Wangmo, don't worry, let's think of a way. Besides, even if it is to anger the gods, it is the business of these Tibetans, and it has nothing to do with you and everyone else. You No need for that." Wangmu smiled miserably, his eyes determined, he looked at the stone Buddha, and didn't speak. Dolma Yangjin wept softly, and said, "Wangmo, you grew up with me, if you knew this, why don't you come..." Wangmu held Zhuoma Yangjin's hand instead, and said softly: "Princess, I have always been disobedient, always causing trouble, and I can't get used to Luo Lian, so don't blame me." Zhuoma Yangjin burst into tears and cried: "How can I blame you, I... I regard you as my own sister..." Before the words were finished, Wangmo suddenly knelt down on the ground, kowtowed three times, and said to Zhuoma Yangjin: "Princess, I am a slave, so how dare I be the sister of the princess... But with the words of the princess, Wangmo Die without regret." I was very sad when I heard that, although Wangmu was unruly, she had always taken good care of me and was loyal to Zhuoma Yangjin. At this moment, she was going to die alone. I felt really sad, but that foreign My memory also tells me that Mimacama shed tears. According to conventions and rules, someone must have a devout believer to die willingly. Zhuoma Yangjin is the king of Guge, and her life is not her own, but hers. For the people, life or death is not up to her, that's why Wangmo is like this.Probably, she couldn't bear the death of those innocent civilians kneeling there. Zhuoma Yangjin wept in a low voice, not daring to disturb the Tibetans over there, he shrugged his shoulders, and said: "87, you are so powerful, can't you help me find a way?" I also turned my head to beg Eighty-Seven. Eighty-seven pondered for a while, and said: "This is your rule, I dare not say anything. But, princess, please forgive me for saying this, if you look at it from the point of view of us atheists, maybe this is just a It’s a natural phenomenon, maybe it’s just a spring that suddenly appeared there... don’t be so afraid, and there’s no need for someone to sacrifice their lives for it.” I also had this kind of idea, but the atmosphere of fear in front of me was too strong, and the murderous aura of the snow demon before, had already gained the upper hand, and I had already lost the battle.What's more, natural phenomena are not enough to explain everything. Dolma Yangjin's expression changed when he heard eighty-seven words, he looked at Wangmo, then looked back at me, gritted his teeth, and said, "Wangmu, even if I want to die, the gods will not accept me, forgive me But you, as the king of Guge, can't I still decide your life and death?" Wangmo: "Princess, Wangmo understands your heart, but Mimacama is not an easy god to appease. Those poor Tibetans, how can I let them calm Mimacama's anger? I have an obligation to go ..." "No need!" Zhuoma Yangjin suddenly became angry, and said, "Didn't you hear what Bashiqi said? Just listen to him." Wangmu burst into tears when he heard this, "Princess, princess, I'm afraid that something will happen to you."