Chapter 4 third back cat

The hat is still on the face, the knife is still in the sheath. Suddenly, there was a shrill cry from behind the sand dunes. "Shimi, Koracolo." Of course Xiao Fang couldn't understand the meaning of these six words, but he could hear the fear in the voice, a fear that could tear people's souls apart. When he heard the scream, Tianpeng shot out like an arrow and turned around the sand dunes. He couldn't even stand up, but he has always been very curious, and "curiosity" is one of the few exciting forces that can stimulate people's most primitive abilities.

He even jumped up and followed Wei Tianpeng across the sand dune. As soon as he turned the dune, he immediately saw a scene that he will never forget in his life. If his stomach wasn't already empty, he'd probably vomit. The horse is galloping, and the man has fallen. Of Wei Tianpeng's whirlwind thirty-six sharp knives, thirty-four have fallen down. Their knives were still unsheathed. They are all well-known sharp swordsmen in the Jianghu, but they have no time to draw their swords. They didn't look like they fell into human hands, but fell under a cat's claws, because each of them had three bloodstains on their faces that seemed to be scratched by cat's claws.

A Tibetan in a strange costume, with a face that had been eroded by wind and frost for a long time like a defeated leather, was distorted by fear, was kneeling on the ground, raised his hands, and screamed to the sky. "Shimi, Koracolo." Suma is fifty-one years old this year. She has been a guide for the Han people since she was thirteen or fourteen. Except for his brother Malu, few people are more familiar with this desert than him. The ruthless desert is like an absurd nightmare, sometimes there will be some beautiful illusions and crazy mirages, but the final end is still endless torture!

He has seen countless bones. He had never been so scared, and his whole body was cramping with fear. Fear is also a contagious disease, just like the plague. When you see others are afraid, you will also be inexplicably afraid. Xiao Fang suddenly realized that his hands and feet were already cold, and cold sweat was already breaking out from the tip of his nose. Buying was still lying down with the hat on his face when he jumped up, and when he turned the dune, Buying was already there. There was no expression on Bu Ying's face. Every blood vessel in Bu Ying's body seemed to flow not blood, but ice water.

But Xiao Fang heard his mouth muttering to himself, and he also said those six words like a spell. "Shimi, Koracolo." Xiao Fang immediately asked, "Do you understand what this means?" Bu Ying said: "I understand." Xiao Fang said, "Can you tell me?" Bu Ying said: "Yes." Xiao Fang said: "Stone rice means rice made of stones?" Bu Ying said: "No, stones are not rice. Stones cannot be used to make rice, and stones cannot be eaten. If stones could be eaten, there would be no one who died of starvation in the world." Finally he explained: "That's Tibetan."

Xiao Fang said: "In Tibetan, what is stone rice?" Bu Ying said, "It's a cat." Xiao Fang said, "Cat?" Bu Ying said: "Cat!" Cats are very docile and very common animals. Even a six or seven-year-old girl dares to hold a cat in her arms. Cats eat fish. People also eat fish, more than cats. Cats eat mice. Many people are afraid of mice, but few people are afraid of cats. Xiao Fang said: "What's so scary about cats? Even fish are not afraid of cats, what fish are afraid of is people, the people who catch fish." Bu Ying said: "Yes."

Xiao Fang said: "Only mice are afraid of cats." Bu Ying said: "Wrong." A strange light suddenly appeared in his vulture-like sharp eyes, as if he was looking at a place full of mystery, strangeness and evil in the distance. Xiao Fang seemed to be bewildered by this look as well, so he didn't ask any more questions. Wei Tianpeng was still trying to calm down Suma and let him tell what happened just now, but even the Tibetan barley wine, which is the favorite of Tibetans, could not calm him down. After a long time, Bu Ying slowly continued: "According to legend, at the edge of the earth, there is a mountain peak higher than the sky. Not only is there ice and snow on the mountain that will never melt, but there is also a species that is more terrifying than evil spirits." of demons."

Xiao Fang said: "Are you talking about the Water Peak of the Virgin?" Bu Ying nodded and said: "The monster on the peak is a cat, although its body has been transformed into a human shape, its head is still a cat." Xiao Fang said: "What is Kola Keluo?" Bu Ying said: "It's a robber, the most vicious kind of robber, not only wants to rob people's money, but also eats people's flesh and blood." He went on to say: "Most of them are 'Gorlo people' in the deep mountains of Tibet. Their life and language are different from others, and they are fierce and savage, even more cruel than the Kazakhs."

Finally he added: "Gorlo has another meaning in Sanskrit." Xiao Fang asked, "What do you mean?" Bu Ying said: "Strange head." Xiao Fang sighed, and said, "A monster with a cat head and a human body, a cruel and savage bandit with a strange head." He looked at Suma: "No wonder this person is so scared. Now I'm a little scared." Wei Tianpeng suddenly pulled Suma's cramp hand, and pulled his fingers away one by one. He held a small flag tightly in his hand, on which was embroidered a monster with the head of a cat and the body of a human.

Suma knelt down again, threw herself on the ground, and worshiped the flag, chanting words, each sentence contained the same six words: "Shimi, Kela Keluo." Now Xiao Fang finally understands the meaning of these six words—— Cat thief!