Chapter 896

"I have prepared an oxygen tank. Do you want to take a few breaths?"

After driving for about three hours, Fatso suddenly reached out and nudged Su Bai, who was half-asleep.

Su Bai shook his head and continued to close his eyes.

Fatso took out an oxygen tank, covered his mouth with the plug, and took a big breath.

"You are really boring." Su Bai did not know whether to laugh or cry.

"I don't know if it's because I tipped too much, or the car rental company is so considerate. They actually prepared a few small oxygen tanks in the car. It would be a waste if I don't take it. I can't waste it."

Fatso took a few breaths in a row. To be honest, the thin oxygen did not affect him much. Otherwise, he would not have been able to go to the Qinhuangdao Deep-Sea Cave with Su Bai.

"Why is there a Halal logo on the oxygen tank? F * ck, even the air is Halal." Fatso frowned and threw the oxygen tank directly into the back seat.

"We are almost there. Slow down and pay attention to the situation in front," Su Bai reminded him.

"Okay." Su Bai nodded seriously.

The Grand Canyon of Talumb was not far ahead. Now that they could see the Grand Canyon from the car, it meant that the lair of the Lamas was nearby.

"Da Bai, there are people in front, and there are a lot of people," Fatso shouted.

"I am not blind." Su Bai reached out and motioned for Fatso to stop the car first.

"Is there a tourist group having a picnic here?" Fatso looked into the distance and asked. In front, near the Grand Canyon, there were seven or eight cars parked there. There were also a few tents. There were also some monks in the periphery, like waiters.

"It should not be ordinary tourists. Do you remember what Gyatso's little fangirl said? Recently, several groups of people like us have driven to this area."

"You're saying they're just audience members like us?" Fatty smacked his lips. "They're bodyguards hired by the lamas?"

"If they are bodyguards, these listeners should have entered the temple, but now they are camping outside. Obviously, even the temple is very wary of them. I told you to check the forum. Did you check it? "

"I checked, but there is no news. It should have been released through other channels," Fatso replied.

"This is a little interesting. There were at least seven or eight people in the audience, perhaps even close to ten, and they should have set off here before the Nanking incident.

Since the gathering place is here, it should have been organized by the Lamas in the temple. However, because the Lamas smelled blood, they tried to come to Nanjing to kill Gyatso. In the end, they were seriously injured, which affected their follow-up plan. The originally organized listeners had to camp outside the temple first. They dared not let them enter the temple directly. " Su Bai guessed, "Originally, the Lamas planned to kill Gyatso before moving on to the next step, but now the plan has been destroyed."

"Da Bai, no matter what, as long as these inexplicable listeners are not bodyguards hired by the Lamas, there will be no problem." Fatso rubbed his hands. "Our goal is to find the Lamas for revenge. Let's just go around them and sneak into the temple."

Su Bai shook his head. "If there are so many listeners sitting at your door when you are seriously injured, can you still stay at home to recuperate with a clear conscience?"

A peculiar look flashed across the fatty's eyes. "Da Bai, are you saying that it's very likely that those lamas are no longer in the temple?"

"It's not very likely. It should be more than 90% of the case. Now that the bodies of those Lamas have collapsed because of me and you, one is seriously injured, and the other two are only in soul form. Coupled with the sudden shutdown of the radio for three months, they will probably be like Gyatso and the monk. They won't have a chance to recover for the time being. Previously, when they had their strength and state, they could have successfully organized an 'adventure' and 'treasure hunting' activity with so many listeners. Now, these listeners that they have gathered on their own have become their biggest threat."

"It's hard to get off the tiger." Fatso stretched lazily. "Then it's troublesome for us. If those Lamas really become cowards and simply stand these listeners up, wouldn't it be equivalent to standing both of us up? If they don't hide in their nest, how can we find them in such a big place like Tibet?"

Just as Su Bai was discussing with Fatso, a jeep drove over from behind them. It was very fast, and the car had obviously been modified. The sound it made and the dust it stirred up were very strange.

The dynamic music in the car could be heard from afar,

The owner should be a very arrogant person.

Because this was not a scenic spot, people who had left the main road and drove so far in the wilderness must have their own special purpose. Most likely, they were the listeners.

A smile appeared on Su Bai's lips. "There really is someone behind us."

The jeep stopped beside the car where Su Bai and Fatso were sitting. There were two people in the car. The driver was wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of sunglasses. The other party was actually a black man.

Moreover, as soon as he spoke, Su Bai could feel that the other party was not the black listener he had met earlier, who grew up in China. Instead, he was a foreigner.

"Hey, guys, why don't you guys go to the front?" The other party was obviously holding a marijuana cigarette in his mouth. As he asked, he was still smoking with relish.

Su Bai looked at the person for a while before retracting his gaze and ignoring him. Fatso took out his own cigarette, lit it, and took a puff.

"What a profound Chinese."

"Strong people are like this, and their listeners are also like this," the young Asian man in the passenger seat said with a disdainful tone.

"Yo, Zhou, shouldn't you guys be from the same country?" The black man said to the young man in the passenger seat.

"Klaus, I admit that I am a Chinese, but I don't admit that they are from the same country as me."

"It sounds really tongue-twisting." The black man, Klaus, shook his head. "Zhou, let's go first. Don't let our Lama friends wait too long." As he spoke, Klaus rubbed his palms. "To be honest, I'm still a little excited."

"Those Lama should be …" The young man surnamed Zhou did not continue speaking. Obviously, he knew that the two listeners in the car next door should have the ability to hear their conversation clearly.

Klaus glanced at Su Bai and Fatso's car again. "They should be a little impatient, so they want to leave, but they are a little reluctant." As he spoke, Klaus waved at Fatso and Su Bai's car again. "Hey, guys, the event continues as usual. Let's go together."

After saying that, Klaus restarted the jeep and drove to the campsite in front of them.

After the jeep drove away, Fatty couldn't help but curse, "Strong country my ass. It's obvious that you're from the Gulf Coast."

Su Bai looked at Fatso and smiled. "Strong people are more commonly used in Hong Kong, and Taiwanese are more likely to use 426. However, that person's accent should be the Taiwanese version of Mandarin."

"What does 426 mean?"

"Dead Ah Lu," Su Bai explained.

"Damn, Da Bai, why are you so familiar with this?" Fatso was a little surprised. "Don't tell me that you often go online to flame wars."

"When I was doing business in the past, I was in frequent contact with the consortiums there. I have also lived in Hong Kong and Taiwan for a long time." Su Bai rolled down the window. "Actually, fighting is love, and scolding is love. Both sides ridiculing each other and scolding each other can deepen communication."

"Da Bai, I, Lord Fatty, can't understand your line of thinking. Could it be that the online flame wars between keyboard warriors are actually the envoys of cultural exchange?"

"Well, at least in my opinion, it's much more useful than official organizations like the Kneeling Ceremony."

Fatso started the car. "So, next, are we going there too? What I mean is that those lamas recognize us. "

"Those lamas definitely won't come out now. From the previous incident with the birdman, it can be seen that they have a close relationship with the Western audience. This black man should have been called over to save the situation. There must be something big going on. Otherwise, he wouldn't have attracted so many listeners. Fatso, don't you like to fish in troubled waters and never get tired of things like the benefits of artifacts? I don't believe that you're not interested."

"It's a little risky. If my identity is discovered, it's game over." Fatso was a little worried. "Moreover, I feel that I've been unlucky recently. My luck isn't good."

"It's okay. You've been unlucky for so long recently. It's time for your luck to turn for the better. Besides, even if my identity is exposed, what's there to be afraid of? Those listeners aren't lamas, and they can't gang up on us. At least, we have the confidence to escape unscathed. "

"That's true." Fatso drove the car over.

When they were about to arrive at the campsite, a few monks came out. Fatso stopped the car in front of them.

"Almsgiver, you are a guest here. Please follow us."

The monk spoke Chinese very well. Fatso parked the car there and got out with Su Bai. They followed the monks in front of them into the campsite.

The black man, Klaus, was gone. The youth surnamed Zhou stood outside the campsite, holding some small flags in his hand. He seemed to be fiddling with something. When he saw Su Bai and Fatso coming over, he didn't say anything. He was still looking at his own things and mumbling something.

A few small flags had been inserted into the ground. Fatso deliberately walked in the middle of the flags.

The youth surnamed Zhou's face originally showed a sullen expression, but then he showed a look of surprise. He asked,

"Qiangguo, you know array formations?"

"Hello, Wanwan. Yes, I know array formations."

Fatso and the youth surnamed Zhou stared at each other. The scene was a little cute.