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Chapter 32 32. Tibetans
The endless grassland, the sky as blue as glass.

All the fields are silent, and there is no sound.

The Tibetans are praying to the majestic ancient mountains in the west. They speak their own ethnic language with awe and worry in their tone.

Thick tents cover the scorching sunlight on the plateau, and this luxurious and solemn dome is supported by pillars as thick as one person. The exterior is white, but the interior is dark red.

The man was drinking in silence, and there was a glass of highland barley wine on the opposite side of his wine table.

"Woma..." He said in a low voice, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Like him, someone picked up the highland barley wine on the table and drank it at will.

What he picked up was the glass on the opposite side of the man's wine table.

His eyes became sharp all of a sudden, "Where did you come from, you dare to touch the fine wine I prepared for Duoji Kaixuan?"

"I'm afraid it will be difficult for that young man named Duoji to come back." Someone whispered.

The cold and unfamiliar voice woke up the man for the most part. He followed the voice and looked over, and only then could he clearly see the figure at the wine table.Dressed in black clothes, with two horns on his head, and the sun-colored flames burning in his eye sockets.

The man stood up with a thud, his nerves tensed up to the extreme, and under the gaze of that unknown creature, it seemed that he would collapse in an instant!

"Don't be nervous." The other party shook the empty wine glass in his hand, "Is there any more of this kind of wine?"

"Yes..." The man swallowed hard, and his voice became hoarse unconsciously.

"Please have another drink." The voice seemed to have a magical power, calming his drum-like heart at the moment, and his tense nerves unnaturally relaxed.

The man lowered his eyebrows and took the wine glass from the unknown creature, then turned to get the wine jug on the cabinet.

"My time is limited, I don't want to be in trouble, I will leave after I figure out some things, I hope you think the same way." Behind him, the voice sounded again, which chilled the man's desire for others to help.

Take down the jug, and pour the fragrant highland barley wine into the wine glass.

The man took off the felt hat on his head, bent his body at ninety degrees, and presented the wine glass with trepidation.

"How?" He heard the creature ask inexplicably, but it was obviously not asking him.

"It tastes good, better than stream water."

It was the young girl who was talking, but the man clearly remembered that there was no one else here except for the unknown creature that suddenly appeared.

Could it be that the monsters from Kunlun Shenshan came out?There was a storm in his heart.

About two weeks ago, Kunlun Mountain experienced terrible changes. The elders of their clan warned them to leave this mountain range as soon as possible, otherwise a catastrophe would befall them.Those old people are the messengers of the gods handed down from generation to generation. It is said that they can communicate with the mountains and predict the wind direction and fertile land in the next year in time.

These old people are the most respected in the clan, and their status is extraordinary.

So even if the man's younger brother stepped into the Kunlun Mountains and hadn't returned yet, he had to evacuate his place of residence, leave a message in the old place, and move here.Not long after they left their old residence, the Kunlun Mountains erupted with divinity. An ancient demon came out of the mountains and slaughtered all the humans in the mountains. The blood in those few days dyed the sky red.

Two weeks later, there is still no news from his Wal-Mart.

But he still puts a glass of fine wine in the tent every day as usual. Dorji is the strongest warrior in their clan. He believes that he must not be buried in the hands of demons and will return triumphantly from the mountain.

The wine glass is gently placed on the wooden table.

The man could feel the creature sizing him up.

The eyes are ancient and solemn, like a king sitting here.

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In the shade outside the tent, the old people closed their eyes.

The children chasing the little lamb ran past them, and their carefree laughter made the old people's hearts even heavier.

In the past few days, the breath of Shenshan has become more and more manic, and they have been unable to obtain any information from nature.

If Kunlun mutated into a land of demons, where would the people living here go? The world is huge, but this is their homeland, and their ancestors have lived here for generations.These old people who guide people every year are rarely confused, and they are unable to express their worries to those around them.

For they are the eyes and mind of the clan.

If they are uneasy, the people in the clan will see even less hope.

Suddenly, the headed old man opened his eyes wide.

He looked at the largest dome in the clan, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"I see." Inside the tent, Li Xi'an looked at Qingniao standing on the table sipping the highland barley wine in the glass, with a clear expression.

Kunlun Mountain is covered by a field, blocking access, and even those monsters who eat flesh and blood cannot break through this field and get out of the mountain.As for the entry and exit of human beings, it is even more impossible.The scenes of monsters eating people and fighting each other described by the man are obviously the rising creatures of Kunlun.

"Where are the old people you mentioned who can communicate with the mountains? I want to meet them."

Human beings who can communicate with the mountains must know more than the man in front of them, and maybe they will know some secrets of Kunlun Mountain.He found the largest and most luxurious tent, thinking that there should be big people sitting in it, but he didn't expect the really powerful old people to watch the children drive the sheep outside.

The man's expression froze, he was very embarrassed, afraid that this unknown creature would be harmful to the elders in the clan.

"Guests who come from afar, please allow me to wait for lack of etiquette." At this time, the door curtain was pulled open, and the unique incandescent sunlight of the plateau pierced into the dim tent.

The old man in a luxurious and complicated robe stood there, bowing his head slightly to express his apology.

Li Xi'an smiled.

"It doesn't matter." The old man could find out that he was specially invited by him with a breath of breath.

"Can you tell me in detail how Kunlun is doing now?"

The blue bird who was drinking at the side also raised his head and listened intently.

"The situation is not good. Kunlun was originally sacred, but now it is dirty." The old man shook his head, "We don't know where the pollution comes from, and there is nothing we can do about this change. We can only choose to move the group as soon as possible."

"Then do you know where the filth begins?" the blue bird on the table asked, surprising the man.

The old man's expression remained unchanged, he was deep in thought, and after a long while, he slowly opened his mouth: "Where the sun and the moon don't see."

"The place where neither the sun nor the moon can shine in Kunlun Mountains." The old man's tone became a little more certain, "This is the dream I had on the eve of the Kunlun incident, and several of my brothers also had similar dreams. We I can't point out where the filth comes from, but I clearly know that the filth comes from a land where the sun and the moon have disappeared."

The blue bird flapped its wings and landed on one of Li Xi'an's corners.

Li Xi'an knew that Qingniao had a clue, so he didn't ask any more questions, thanked him and left.

But there was a muffled sound behind him.

The man's whole body was lying on the ground straight, his hands were stretched out, and his head hit the ground heavily.

"I beg you..." The man said in a deep voice, he had a hunch that this was the closest he was to his younger brother in the past two weeks, "Save Duoji!"

Li Xi'an looked calm, while the old man secretly observed his expression, worried that Li Xi'an would get angry because of the man's behavior.

The boy in front of him is not a human being, but he can walk in a human form, which is actually beyond the imagination of the old man.In their knowledge inheritance from generation to generation, if a monster appears in the form of a human, it must be a terrifying monster. This kind of life, the old man is very worried that everyone in the clan will be turned into blood in one thought.

But the old man did not blame the man for his actions.

"I'll pay attention." The young man said so, a word that relaxed the nerves of the two of them.

Without turning back to look at what was going on in the tent, Li Xi'an pushed open the door curtain, and his figure disappeared, as if melting into the sunlight.

(End of this chapter)