Non-human Gene Complex

The caravan didn't stop until three o'clock in the morning in the middle of the night, and the whistling wind swept the heavy snowflakes down, which quickly buried the road.

It was mid-winter at this time, the mountain road was already rugged, the road was blocked by heavy snow ahead, and there were snowdrifts everywhere around.

They have come to the deep mountains, and there are dozens of kilometers away from the end of the road.

"The car won't move..." Bai Ze shouted.

Luo Yan walked to the driver's seat and reached out to press a button.

There was a sound of 'chi', and some kind of liquid was sprayed from the front of the car. Once it was contaminated with ice and snow, it melted the heavy snow and opened a road.

"This is a special deicing agent. I specially prepared 40 kilograms, which is enough to continue driving until the end of the road."

As he said that, he also looked at Lan Mu who was resting silently. He knew that Lan Mu only needed to become a Balrog to run amok in this mountainous area.

But Lan Mu didn't do this. Luckily, Luo Yan was thoughtful and prepared a special deicing agent.

An hour later, the road came to an end, and the S202 road came to an abrupt end. A road sign buried in ice and snow stood in front of it, indicating that this was the end of S202, and the direction of two mountain roads was also drawn.

Luo Yan pointed to a mountain road on the right and said: "The mountain road on the right is the mountain road leading to Jiba Menba Village, which is the most remote village in southern Tibet. It has been sealed in the mountains by heavy snow for many years. One of the territories, the Moinba people have lived in the mountainous area of ​​southern Tibet for generations, and they still live a very primitive life and only speak their own language. It is no longer possible to travel here by car, and the rest of the road has to be walked.”

He pulls out a snow suit, the kind worn by Everest climbers.

"There is only one set, Lan Mu, I won't follow the rest of the way, after all, I can't be missing for too long."

Lan Mu understood that Luo Yan could only go so far, and he had to work hard on the rest.

"Okay, you can send them out of the country secretly, and you don't have to worry about other things."

Lan Mu put on snow suits, carried a shovel and ropes, and got out of the car to climb the mountain on foot.

He walked for about half an hour, ready to fly in as Bi Fang.

But he stopped suddenly, and when he turned around, he saw Fang Moqi rushing towards him with a sled.

Fang Moqi didn't wear a snow suit, but a down jacket wrapped his body, his face was flushed, and he laughed while running.

Lan Mu was stunned, and said angrily, "What are you doing here?"

Fang Moqi walked with Lan Mu in his arms and said, "Accompany you! I told you once that there are not many places in this world that I have not yet conquered. There is only one in China, and that is the Himalayas."

"Alas..." Lan Mu was speechless, but since he followed, let's forget it.

Fang Moqi's words are not too burdensome.

Although he doesn't wear much, he has good physique and experience, so it doesn't matter.

The two walked along a small path on the edge of a mountain rock, stepping on snow more than one meter high, almost wading in a snow ditch.

An hour later, the mountain is still a mountain, the road is still a road, and the heavy snow is still heavy snow.

The long road seems to have no end.

Fang Moqi said: "The timing of our entry is not good, just in time for the heavy snow weather, even the Moinba people who grew up in the snow-capped mountains would not dare to walk the mountain road in this kind of weather."

The snow is too deep, and every step will sink into it, which is extremely exhausting.

Lan Mu smiled slightly and said, "This road must be taken by outsiders...Talents from real mountains don't walk it."

Fang Moqi was taken aback, not knowing what it meant.

I saw Lan Mu walked aside and sprinkled some deicing agent, which melted a large area of ​​snow, exposing the solid ice on the mountain.

While using deicing agent, he smashed it with a shovel, and quickly broke through the solid ice to reveal the hole inside.

"Is this hole..."

Lan Mu smiled and said: "This should be a tunnel opened by the Moinba people in the mountain. There should be many such tunnels in the whole mountainous area, which can completely avoid the plight of the mountain being blocked by heavy snow."

His spiritual power has found this kind of tunnel hidden deep inside the snow mountain.

Fang Moqi said in surprise: "I have dealt with the Monba tribe, but I have never heard them mention the tunnel?"

Lan Mu laughed and said: "I guess they only want to use it for themselves, not for outsiders like you."

With that said, he walked into the tunnel first.

The tunnel is very low, and the two have to bend down to move forward. It is much warmer inside, and there is no snow accumulation, and the forward speed is more than twice as fast.

Along the way, many Tibetan-style sutra cloths were laid, and there are unique Tibetan seal carvings on both sides of the tunnel.

On the ground, you can often see various stone carvings of birds, beasts, fish and insects, as well as wooden pestle-like utensils.

After walking for several kilometers, the two came to the exit, and there was light coming in from outside.

Half of the exit was covered by solid ice, Lan Mu cut open the way, and his eyes lit up immediately after stepping out.

There are small villages one after another in the mountains, surrounded by snow-capped peaks and forests, but there is a large grassland in the middle, which supports the self-sufficiency of the villages.

The ten small villages are the township of the Jiba Menba ethnic group. They enjoy the pastures in the mountains and live a life of farming and grazing.

The closest to the tunnel exit is a temple, full of Tibetan style, with many Tibetan characters outlined on it, revealing the ancient flavor.

Fang Moqi sighed: "The Menba people live a very good life. When I came here, I couldn't believe that there would be such a simple and leisurely mountain village in the deep mountains and old forests."

"It's just that they have their own culture and language. Although they use Tibetan, most of them believe in their own shamanism, but their shamanism has merged with Buddhism to form a weird religion."

They were spotted by a few Moinba people at the gate of the temple. The Moinba people were equipped with bows, arrows and long knives, and they were running towards here, saying something in surprise.

Fang Moqi took the lead, went forward and spoke a singing-like language.

Watching Fang Moqi communicate with the Moinba tribe, Lan Mu was dumbfounded.

"Old Fang, how many languages ​​do you know? How do I feel that you can communicate wherever you go?"

I don't know what Fang Moqi said to the other party, and several Monba people immediately laughed and led them into the temple.

A monk received Fang Moqi, and the two seemed to know each other.

Fang Moqi pulled Lan Mu and introduced: "This is Master Zhuo Cuo, he is a well-loved monk in this village."

"He asked me how I found the tunnel, and I told him that I discovered it by accident. It seemed that the tunnel involved some religious elements, and he was a little unhappy. I asked, and he said that it was the way to the dead, a non-religious person There will be sneaky people walking by."

Lan Mu couldn't help laughing out loud, his mental strength was careful, he never had any sneaky haunts, not even a dead soul.

But this is a religious custom, and he doesn't need to criticize, as long as he knows it in his own mind.

Fang Moqi said something to them again, and then left the temple on the mountain.

Master Zhuocuo sent the two of them down the mountain. After passing through three villages, they came to a river valley area. The climate suddenly became hot again. A two-meter-wide river passed through the village. It seemed to flow from a towering snow-capped mountain in the distance. .

The local people were very hospitable, Fang Moqi gave them some handicrafts outside as small gifts, and was immediately surrounded by the Moinba people singing and dancing, offering delicious food and drinks.

After a day of repairing, they rushed to the most marginal village of Jibamenba Township overnight, which is the end of the river valley pasture.

There are continuous mountains in front of me, and there will be no such good valleys in the next journey, it will be a series of towering mountains!

Looking at the snow-covered peaks under the clouds, Lan Mu thought for a while and said.

"Old Fang, why don't you just stay here, and then I'll go in and look for it alone?"

Fang Moqi glared at him and said, "Do you think I'll back down? I'm all excited now."

"Pfft..." Lan Mu was speechless, thinking that he should keep his feet on the ground and search step by step, maybe it would be a different kind of fun.

Fang Moqi questioned: "Lan Mu, why did you have to find Shambhala?"

Lan Mu asked back: "Why do you have to explore the whole world?"

Fang Moqi froze, he couldn't answer this question. "However, how can you find a place where even Qianlong can't find it? Even if you find it, you will disappear in the end."

Lan Mu smiled and said, "It's not certain."

...

During the four-day trek, they passed two large lakes and climbed four mountain peaks.

Several times, I could take a short cut, but I forcibly climbed over the mountain head-on, so I took a lot of wrong roads.

They want to take a detour, of course, to avoid Qianlong's base. All easy paths will be discovered by Qianlong's sentry, so they must take the road of challenging the limit.

"Huh... finally turned over..."

"This mountain is Yalulacuo. If you turn it upside down, you will find the high incidence of disappearances. If you continue to walk for several tens of miles, you will reach the northern border of Bhutan. The approximate range of the entrance to Shambhala is on the south side of this mountain."

Fang Moqi said, but his face was not good-looking, he was too tired.

There is no road at all on this road, and it is almost all over mountains and mountains.

In high-altitude areas, it is difficult to breathe and the physical exertion is even greater.

If it weren't for Fang Moqi's rich experience and strong physique, it would be really difficult for ordinary people to climb four mountains in four days and trek tens of kilometers in a row.

Lan Mu also climbed purely by human physique. If he hadn't drank the bamboo leaf wine, he would have been tired and collapsed.

"The next road is much easier to walk. Although there are high mountains, there is no need to shy away from Qianlong. You can choose a gentle road."

As they continued to move forward, they finally came to the territory of Bhutan, which was considered a smuggled entry. Along the way, every time Lan Mu reached a mountain peak, he used his mental power to scan the distance, and he didn't find any abnormal areas.

No abnormal radiation, no abnormal areas, no abnormal creatures, no abnormal items...

"There is really no trace. Are the disappearances related to Shambhala?"

Lan Mu also began to suspect that Shambhala was just a legend. Under his spiritual power, the mountains were exposed without any concealment. Unless Shambhala was on the top of the mountain and the altitude was too high for him to scan, it was impossible to avoid Lan Mu's search.

"Huh? What are these people doing?"

In the perception of mental power, I suddenly saw a group of blond foreigners using sucker gloves and ropes to climb cliffs.

Lan Mu was very surprised. None of them were from Huaguo, and they would definitely not be members of Qianlong.

"It seems that we are not the only ones avoiding the sentry post and entering this no-man's land..."

"They obviously also know the distribution of Qianlong's sentry posts, and they also brought all kinds of rock climbing equipment, so they clearly came prepared."

"Are they also looking for Shambhala?"

Lan Mu narrowed his eyes, and Fang Moqi walked towards the group of foreigners.

They walked higher and higher, walking on the protruding part of the side wall of the cliff, and there was an abyss at their feet.

When Lan Mu and the others reached the location of the group, they had already climbed a higher section of the mountain.

The altitude here is about 3,000 meters, and the foreign team has already reached a height of 4,000 meters.

In perception, six foreigners formed a string and climbed upwards in the strong wind.