Tomb Raiders: Begin As Faqiu Tianguan

The dragon-shaped marks on the left arm actually began to feel faintly.

However, unlike before, it wasn't the piercing pain, but something inside seemed to come alive, squirming constantly, as if it wanted to get out of Xiao Yao's body.

Xiao Yao gently tore off some of the clothes, and found that the color of the dragon-shaped traces was darker, and the scales and claws on his body became clear.

It's hard to imagine that this thing is really not a tattoo, but it is more realistic than a tattoo.

Xiao Yao put away his clothes, collected his mind, and concentrated on circling the lake.

The remains of pilgrims can be seen from time to time by the lake, but on the shore of the holy lake in the snow-capped mountains, these human skeletons do not look terrible, they only feel that they are integrated with the mountains and lakes in front of them and become part of the heaven and earth.

It didn't take long for Xiao Yao to see a unique figure among the pilgrims around the lake.

This figure is tall, a head taller than the pilgrims who turn to the lake next to him.

Xiao Yao was about one meter eight, he suspected that this figure was taller than himself.

In addition to... height, this figure's movements are also very strange.

The other pilgrims who turned around the lake were either turning the prayer wheel or kowtowing, but the figure's movements seemed to be dancing, using a very strange dance step.

Xiao Yao felt that it was somewhat similar to the dancing gods or shaman goddesses he had seen before.

This man was dressed in tatters, with a dark iron rod on his back. Needless to say, it was... an iron rod lama.

Hu Payi rushed over excitedly, and the Iron Rod Lama also recognized Hu Payi.

"Lama Akko!"

"Push army!"

The two hugged each other at once, slapping each other's shoulders desperately.

After stopping, the two of them chatted and realized that the Iron Rod Lama has not left Ramlacuo for so many years, and has been around the lake all the time, praying for others.

Food and clothing are donated by pilgrims who came to circle the lake. In the eyes of these pilgrims, giving to saints is also to eliminate karma and accumulate merit.

After a few chats, Xiao Yao asked what the Iron Rod Lama was doing just now.

The Iron Rod Lama said that it was divination in the Medicine King Bodhisattva.

It was said that there were two poachers who were hunting at the nearby Naguxi Festival, but the two were newbies and inexperienced. After a few days, they didn't hit anything, but they ran out of dry food.

When I was too hungry, I saw a strange beast, shot it with a gun and ate it.

After eating, the two of them can't do it anymore, and they just roll around.

If it weren't for the sound of gunfire and howling, which attracted the nearby herdsmen, the two would have died in the wilderness.

The place is too remote, and it takes a day to go to the nearest hospital. Getting to the hospital is almost like being sent to death.

The Iron Stick Lama used to be... a pharmacist lama who knew some of the medical principles of Tibetan medicine, and the herdsmen asked the Iron Stick Lama to save people.

Tiebang Lama didn’t really want to save him. The poachers were considered sinners by the Tiebang Lama, but everyone would die. If he didn’t save him, he would feel bad about it. All he had to do was let the herdsmen carry him over and recite the words “Gan” by the holy lake. Pearl".

While he was talking, the herdsmen had already carried two poachers over.

When the two arrived, they were almost dying, foaming at the mouth, pale face, and a round belly like a balloon.

The Iron Rod Lama sighed after seeing it, "That...the older one eats too much and is no longer safe, the younger one can be cured."

Xiao Yao took a look and found that the older one's face was covered with a layer of black qi, and he understood that this was the so-called death qi, and Hua Tuo had nothing to do when he was alive.

"You go to the lake to find the white scales left by the dead herring, the more the better."

Most Tibetans around the holy lake do not eat fish, and no one catches the herring in the lake.

When Xiao Yao walked all the way, he saw occasionally dead herring on the shore, more often fish bones and scales, sometimes very close to the remains of pilgrims.

A few herdsmen hurried to find fish scales.

At this moment, the older one of the two poachers suddenly stopped foaming at the mouth, shouted in an unknown dialect twice, and then tilted his head, a large stream of black blood flowed out of his mouth, and died directly .

Others helped the iron bar lama to lift the younger man up, but found that his mouth could not be knocked open.

in spite of……

No matter how people pinch their cheeks and pry their teeth, it doesn't help.

The young man's face became worse and worse, and his breathing became more and more rapid.

Xiao Yao didn't want to make a move at first, but at this time he couldn't care about anything else. He showed his two-finger burrowing skills and pressed several places on the young man's cheeks.

After only a second or two, the boy's clenched teeth loosened.

The Iron Rod Lama glanced at Xiao Yao, and quickly poured two Tibetan medicines into the young man's mouth.

The young man has a good foundation in the end, and the Tibetan medicine of the iron rod lama has the effect of hanging his life, and he has regained some consciousness.

The Iron Rod Lama quickly asked the young man what he had eaten.

The young man was dizzy and said that the two were very hungry and saw a big black lynx at the foot of the mountain. Its size was about to catch up with a goat. It looked very fierce and was not afraid of people.

The two men shot one after another, killing the big lynx, cooking it and eating it.

However, it smells foul and seems to be undercooked. If I wasn't so hungry, I wouldn't be able to eat it at all.

The young man was talking and talking, probably because he was not destined to be unhappy in his heart, struggling to turn over and kowtow to the iron bar Lama and Xiao Yao, saying that he and his brother were forced to go to Tibet for poaching as a last resort, except for the two... this black cat Other than that... no life was injured, ask the Iron Rod Lama to save his life.