Chapter 19 Chapter Eighteen

These smells are hidden in the fragrance of Tibetan incense, which can still be smelled by the little brother, which shows that the smell is actually quite strong, but because the felt itself also has a unique smell, and there are so many charcoal stoves baking on the side, so it is stuffy. The oil bottle didn't immediately distinguish the smell from the felt and Tibetan incense. These smells must have been brought in by Tibetan incense, and it should be in something like a stove carried by Tibetans. It was the smell of corpses. The Tibetans arranged everything around the girl and left quickly, as if they didn't want to stay long at all.There seemed to be nothing special about this move, but Poker Bottle still felt something was wrong.He looked around at the felt and the patterns on it.With those smells, he involuntarily touched his waist, wanting to get the weapon, but there was nothing in his waist, he forgot that he didn't bring anything this time.

Why did he suddenly become vigilant?That's because it saw the pattern on the felt. This pattern is called "King of Hades Riding a Corpse", and the pattern is that the King of Hell is riding a female corpse through the mountains and rivers.This pattern has a very important meaning in Tibet, it is one of the most useful patterns for warding off evil spirits.Poker-face suddenly knew the girl's true identity. There are many traditional patterns in Tibet. If these felts were obtained in different periods, the patterns on them should be diverse.But all the felts here, although slightly different in style, all have the same pattern painted on them.

"Yama Riding a Corpse" first appeared on an iron thangka, which was a thin piece of iron, with gold and silver foil inlaid on it to show the pattern of Yama riding a female corpse walking in the mountains. There is a circle around the thangka Decorative iron pattern like vines, with many skull patterns in the middle. The King of Yama is called "Yan Moluoja" in Sanskrit, so this Thangka is also called "Iron Yan Moluo Riding Corpse". The exaggerated shapes of stepping on corpses and people are especially common in the statues of Tibetan gods. But later it was discovered that something was wrong, because in the riding corpse of Tie Yanmoluo, the shape of the female corpse under the seat was sometimes even more prominent than that of the king of Yama.

The female corpse has a ferocious face, blind eyes, crawling on elbows and knees, and looks like a ghost, but with plump breasts and extremely feminine features. Poker bottle looked at this girl's hands and feet were all broken, and her eyes were also blind. Could it be that this girl is the mount of Hades? Poker bottle is too familiar with corpses, this girl must be alive, he has some ominous premonition.He has a certain understanding of Hades riding corpses, but he doesn't understand why the girl appears here in this state.Is she a sacrifice to Hades?Or, what kind of ceremony is it?

While thinking about it, the smell on the other side became more intense. Poker-Face heard the girl's painful groans, but he couldn't see the specific situation through various blankets.Porky Bottle is not curious about these things. If he was in other places, he would definitely ignore them, but everything here is related to his purpose. What exactly is this place and who are these Tibetans, he must know.Poker bottle then poked over, found a corner, and through the gap between the felts, he saw that the stove placed near the girl seemed to be burning, and the strange smell and the smell of Tibetan incense came out violently. .

For some reason, the girl showed considerable pain, as if these smells were strongly irritating to her.Poker-Face walked over slowly, and found that the girl's face had turned gray, just like the color of the female corpse carved with silver foil in the pictures on the felt.The girl had lost her mind and was moaning in pain all the time. There were strange little incense burners beside her.He carefully opened the incense burner and found a strange powder burning inside, emitting a strong smell. He looked around, stuck his fingers into the cracks in the floor, pressed hard, and forcibly tore off a wooden thorn.He stirred the powder and found that there were many finely broken bones in it. Although it had been ground very finely, it could still be seen that they were old bones.These powders are ground out of Tibetan incense mixed with some dried corpses.

Poker-face had never encountered such a thing before, and he didn't know what it was.When he looked up at the girl again, he suddenly found that the girl had climbed up, supported the ground on her elbows and knees, and knelt and crawled on the ground naked.Pokerfing tensed his nerves, and grabbed the incense burner with one hand. This was the only weapon he could use nearby. With his speed and strength, shaking his hands could at least buy him time to escape, but he still didn't feel like it. At the end, because he found that the girl crawled very quickly on her elbows and knees, not at all like a disabled person crawling.

However, the girl didn't attack him, and didn't even look in his direction, but just crawled in another direction. Poker-Face followed closely, saw the girl climbing up a wooden staircase, and immediately climbed up, which seemed to lead to the upper floor of the Lama Temple. Poker-Face looked behind him. That was the direction the Tibetans came from, not the same direction as the girl.The wooden stairs are particularly large, and the wood used is round wood with the thickness of the mouth of a bowl.The distance between each section is almost one meter. The stairs lead to a doorway above, wide enough for a Liberation truck to pass through.The door is covered with felt and yellow ancient silks and satins painted with red Tibetan characters.Judging by the old color of the silk and satin, it feels like it is at least a few centuries ago.He instinctively felt that this staircase is not for people to walk, because people can't climb the stairs at all, it is for this girl.So where does this staircase lead to?

Strange felts and charms, and a few Tibetans hurried away again, there must be something great in it.Poker-Face pressed the stairs to see if it was firm, and just pressed with his hand, his body jumped up in an instant.He didn't walk on those cross-bars, but stepped on the long poles on both sides of the stairs and jumped all the way up. Before he could reach the yellow silk on the side of the door, he slammed a cold gun and hit the wood next to the little brother's feet, and the whole wood exploded.The little brother reacted very quickly, jumped out all at once, grabbed the felt hanging by the side with one hand, and turned over with his waist.Almost at the same time, gunshots rang out from below, and all the bullets hit the stairs. By the time the bullets were transferred to the felt, the oil bottle had already disappeared into the felt.He held his breath to look in the direction of the gunshots.

I only saw blue light flashing, and it seemed that a person wearing a blue Tibetan robe was also moving quickly between the felts.Poker Bottle put his hands on the ground, and while listening to the voice to identify the direction of the person's movement, he felt around to see if there was anything that could defend himself.As soon as his hand touched the floor, a bullet passed through several layers of felt, and the head of Poker Bottle moved slowly, and the bullet grazed his ear.He immediately knew that the other party was not an ordinary person, not an easy character to deal with.But Pokerfing had too much experience in dealing with this kind of people, he suddenly stood up, almost running close to the ground, listening to the bullets roaring behind him.In the blink of an eye, he had rushed to a charcoal stove and stepped on the coals.

A mass of sparks sparked from the charcoal, and Poker Face leaped as high as a person with this jump, grabbed a piece of felt like a bat, and hung behind the felt without making a sound. Almost at the same time, several bullets hit the charcoal stove, knocking it all to the ground, and then the man in the blue Tibetan robe rushed over.This kind of street fighting style concealed shooting, although the shooter has very powerful weapons, he does not have any information advantage. If he meets someone with agility, he will be easily attacked by surprise.The best way is to run in the direction of shooting yourself, because the opponent must leave after shooting, and the place where the shot person leaves must be safe. Shooters are most affected by the sound of gunfire, and the likelihood of a sneak attack becomes especially high after multiple shots that miss.Because you don't know how close someone is when you shoot.This method is the most practical in this place that seems to be particularly hidden, but felt can't be used as a cover at all.So the blue-robed man ran to the side of the charcoal stove in an instant, and Poker Oil Bottle fell down from above almost at the same time as he arrived, and his knees were pressed on the blue-robed man's shoulders. Weight plus gravity and speed, the blue-robed man was crushed to his knees in an instant. Poker-Face turned his waist, but instead of clamping his head tightly, he clamped his hand with the momentum. He dragged the long gun clip in his hand.The gun fell to the ground, and Poker-Face kicked the gun out with his heel. After standing still, it was up to him to see who that person was. Before he could see clearly, the other party reacted very quickly, Tibetan knife made a move, and a cold light immediately came to Poker Face's face.There is no way to block the oil bottle with a gun, but if someone wants to fight him, it is really courting death.Pokerfing backed away a little bit, avoiding the blade, and hit the blue-robed man on the nose with his fist from a very small gap. If someone was by his side at this time, it would be too late to see how he made the move, just listen There was a muffled sound of fists hitting the flesh, and the man in blue fell to the ground. Poker-Face squatted down, grabbed the hand of the blue-robed man holding the knife at once, and with a little force, the blue-robed man locked himself up, and at the same time the knife dragged his hand.Poker-fing looked down, and saw that it was a very young Tibetan youth, only eighteen or nineteen years old at most, who was pinched by him in extreme pain, and kept saying something in Tibetan.Poker-Face must have known that the gunfire had alarmed many people, and he couldn't stay here for long. Just as he was about to stun him and leave, he saw more blue-robed Tibetans coming out from behind the felt. All of them held their guns and pointed them at him.Boyouping sighed softly, but saw all the Tibetans squatting down, showing him the most respected etiquette among Tibetans. The so-called most respectful etiquette is actually kneeling down, and after kneeling, one of the oldest blue-robed Tibetans presents a colorful khata. In fact, I think this is a very strange scene.The scene of offering khata appears in too many stories, and it has become a very political ceremony, but in Tibet, presenting colorful khata is indeed the highest etiquette. But the situation just now was very strange, and such a situation suddenly appeared. When I read the materials again, I found it quite incredible.Then, Luo Dan appeared in front of Poker Fase, and said in very proficient Chinese: "We have been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Zhang, please accept our apology and the hada we presented." Poker-Face looked at the people around him calmly, and saw Luodan take out a yellowed black-and-white photo from his pocket and hand it over. "All of this was arranged by Mr. Dong, and what he said was indeed correct." The picture shows Dong Can in Tibetan clothes.Poker Bottle took it and turned it to the back, and saw a line of words: "The secret is here, they can help you."