Chapter 14 The Secret of Limits

　　Now the notebook and the picture are in front of me, which the old lama ordered others to bring to me.

　　There is no doubt that I don't understand these words, but I can tell that it is German. Obviously, the corpse that my brother found back then was the corpse of a German.

　　Even if I don't understand the meaning of the words, I know what the notebook is talking about when I see the picture. There are many sketches in the notebook. It is a few days before the picture marked in Tibetan in the phrase "the limit of the world". page, I saw a huge bronze door.

　　The bronze door is drawn with very delicate brushstrokes. The owner of this notebook must be a master painter. I can see that the door is not exactly the same as the one I saw in Changbai Mountain, but I understand that it must be the same kind of thing.

　　There is more than one such giant door? Is there another giant bronze gate in the hinterland of the Himalayas?

　　I was surprised in my heart, looking at the sentence about the limit of the world and the picture on the side.

　　Could it be that what is drawn on this picture is the ultimate?

　　I pondered the picture carefully. After three days, I realized what it was. Next, I will use the most detailed brushstrokes to describe what is drawn on this picture. A smart person may be able to guess, What the hell is that.

　　First of all, the size of this notebook is roughly the size of a slap. Second, the picture above is drawn with pencil, and the lines are extremely delicate. Obviously, when the owner of the note draws, it is not the mentality of recording the shape, but the mentality of the shape. I demand myself by the standard of copying art, so this picture is very serious.

　　Finally, on the picture, what we can see is something like a turtle shell. I don't have a scale, so I don't know how big this thing is, but judging from the person standing next to it in the painting, it is an extremely large thing. There are very, very small cracks on the shell of the tortoise. I am particularly surprised that the author of this painting has drawn all the cracks. It can be seen that he did it with great care, not a kind of To show off or embody painting skills.

　　Just beside this "tortoise shell", there are eight smaller "tortoise shells" arranged irregularly, and the larger "tortoise shells"

　　And around all the turtle shells, there are many tentacle-like things, or things that look like cables, which are connected to each other like spider webs.

　　Is this the limit of the world?

　　I was very surprised at the time, because these things seemed to be just some very ugly spots. If the painter hadn't specially painted a few people when composing the picture, to show that these things were incomparably huge, then they could be seen. Works are unremarkable objects.

　　What exactly is this? Will it be called the limit of the world?

　　the eleventh day:

　　The stuffy oil bottle no longer knew where he was, surrounded by white snow. If the majestic snow-capped mountains and clouds had made him feel a little bit in awe of this place a few days ago, now he is completely numb.

　　After getting the golden ball, Laba and the other porter were very happy, and the stuffy oil bottle told Laba that there might be many more golden balls like this in his destination, so Laba felt that the stuffy oil bottle seemed to be the son of a wealthy family, If he came to the hinterland of the snow mountain alone, if it was for such a reason, he could accept it.

　　"You came to the mountains because of those golden balls?" Laba asked him when he was walking. These days the road was on the snowy slopes, so they walked more calmly and had more opportunities to rest.

　　It seemed that it was difficult for him to answer his question. After walking for a long time, he shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be."

　　"It has something to do with a secret," he continued, walking slowly and talking to Rabah. Something he didn't understand.

　　A long time ago, the family of the stuffy oil bottle got a stone box engraved with dragon patterns from the emperor of China. This dragon pattern box was excavated in the mountain by death row prisoners. There is a special feature in it. , that is, the box itself does not have any gaps, it is a whole, so the emperor couldn't open it, so he came to the elders of their family for help.

　　How the box was opened, the stuffy oil bottle didn't know. The process was very mysterious. After that, several elders of the family had a secret meeting overnight, and many relationships changed overnight.

　　Laba was confused, but he thought it was amazing. He knew that the stuffy oil bottle would not tell him everything. He just thought of a story about dragons that the lama told him. In that story, there was also a handed down dragon 's box.

　　"It was a mistake to open that box. For some things, it doesn't matter if you don't know them. Once you know them, you will have an irreversible fate," murmured the oil bottle. "In the snow-capped mountains here, there may be We got the first half of the news about how to get on that box, but lost the second half, so I had to come here and try it myself."

　　"What about the rest of your family?"

　　The stuffy oil bottle looked at the snowy mountain lightly: "They are now in another place, which is very similar to this place."

　　Laba didn't ask any more questions. He felt that the stuffy oil bottle was just trying to dispel his thoughts. I don't know whether the information is true or not. , It doesn't make much sense to listen to, these words from the stuffy oil bottle don't have much feeling to him, and there are only those golden balls in his heart.

　　With those, his life will be completely changed, he is worth a gamble, and if he wants to lose, he can't lose anything.

　　On the twelfth day, nothing happened. When the sun went down, Rabah looked at the sunny side and suddenly realized that he didn't know where he was going. The place with the golden ball could be any place in this snowy area. one place.

　　The only clue is the huge lake in the snow-capped mountain, Laba comforted himself, although the area is vast and uninhabited, it is the most mysterious no-man's land on the roof of the world, but such a large lake, even if it is far away, can always see.

　　He and the other porter were resting in a daze, thinking about the golden balls and the changes in their lives after owning them. I don't know how long their daze lasted. I have been to the snowy mountains and know that many things can't be done there. The only way to pass the time is to be in a daze. I don't know how Rabba found out that there was a flash of light in the snowfield ahead. It was actually a very, very difficult thing.

　　In a word, before the evening was over, Laba saw a rhythmic flash of light in the snow-capped mountains ahead.

　　It was a green light that flickered frequently. He thought it was an illusion at first, because it would take at least ten days to get to the nearest place with people, and he had never seen such a green light. .

　　After taking a few glances, Laba turned his head to look at the oil bottle, but found that the oil bottle had already been seen. When he looked back, he found that the shining point was actually moving, as if it was moving towards them. Come.

　　Laba was a little flustered, he didn't know what it was, beast? Big bird? Or what monster? He stood up and wanted to find a place to hide. The stuffy oil bottle lifted him and another porter to the back of a snowy slope. The three of them buried in the snow and watched the green light slowly appear and disappear behind the mountain. But soon it rounded the snow hills in front of them and got closer to them.

　　The green light was moving so fast, and at the same time, they heard a series of faint bells, which sounded particularly ethereal in the snow.

　　Soon, they saw what the green light was. It was a line of strange people, dressed in Tibetan costumes, carrying a strange thing, the head of which was shining with green light, and in its In the back, it was all wood, and the men were carrying it, with bells all over their heads.

　　Is there any activity here? Rabah thought it was incredible. He clearly saw that those people passed through the valley in front of them and walked towards the innermost part of the valley.

　　At this time, the place where Laba and the others were staying was quite far away from those people, and he couldn't see too much. Laba couldn't even be sure if those people were alive, maybe they were ghosts in the snow-capped mountains?

　　But the stuffy oil bottle had already climbed up, signaling Laba and the others that they must follow.

　　"If there are people living here, they will live by the lake," said the oil bottle. "Follow them, and we may be able to find the place we are looking for."