Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

In the early morning, the small town of Xiliguri was covered with dark clouds and heavy snow.

At high altitude, Du Weiguo flew through the thick clouds like a meteor. He did not open his parachute until he was only 800 meters away from the ground. His falling speed suddenly dropped.

Du Weiguo narrowed his eyes and looked around through the goggles and the snow curtain. When his eyes fell on the location where the temple was originally located, his brows suddenly raised, like a sword being unsheathed.

By this time, the fire at the Badlapur Temple had long been extinguished, and the entire building was completely covered by the fallen snow.

However, the accumulated snow could not completely block Du Weiguo's sharp eyes, and he could still see some clues.

As a hardcore expert in murder and arson, Du Weiguo could tell it at a glance.

Before being buried by the avalanche, this temple-like complex was burned down by arson about 2 to 3 hours ago.

Judging from the scale of the building, there were at least several hundred people living here. Such a large temple, in this remote place, is undoubtedly a powerful force.

The fact that it could be destroyed so easily, and happened to happen during this time period, must have something to do with Marsar and the others!

"Damn it, no matter how hard I try, I'm still late!"

He cursed angrily, and then the floating knife flashed and cut the parachute rope smoothly. Before his body began to fall freely, Du Weiguo disappeared without a trace.

The next moment, he appeared in the snowy mountains, not far from the temple, on a rock protruding from the snow.

Taking off his goggles and squatting down, Du Weiguo carefully looked at the temple buried in the snow inch by inch.

The air is filled with a faint, special burnt aroma, which is the smell of burning ghee. This thing is the fuel for ghee lamps and is a specialty of the plateau area.

“It seems that Masar and his men used a huge amount of ghee as a fuel, which not only burned the entire temple but also caused an avalanche.

Damn, the monks in this temple are really stupid. Why do they save so much lamp oil for no reason? They deserve to live a few more years!"

Du Weiguo sniffed and cursed angrily.

Having lived two lives, Du Weiguo has never had a good impression of various temples, especially the fake Buddhism. In his opinion, it is better to rely on oneself than to pray to God.

The avalanche caused by the fire caused hundreds of millions of tons of snow, which had accumulated on the top of the mountain for who knows how many years, to collapse at once.

The avalanche completely changed the nearby terrain, forming a new snow peak at the original location of the temple, which even Du Weiguo could not penetrate with his eyesight.

What made him even more devastated was that the avalanche spread downward along the snow line, and the heavy snow that followed, completely buried all traces left by Marsal and his party.

"Damn it! They destroyed the body so thoroughly! That old man, Masar, is really as cunning as a ghost!"

Du Weiguo was filled with helplessness and rage, then he flashed and teleported directly to the outskirts of Siliguri, then walked quickly towards the city in the heavy snow.

There's no way. Trace tracking doesn't work. I can only ask someone and see if I can find any clues.

Siliguri is very small, with an irregular square shape, divided into fields by several rough dirt roads. The whole city is full of low mud brick houses, with only a few gray stone buildings.

This place is more like a big village than a city.

Du Weiguo's destination was very clear and he had chosen it early in the morning: the tallest, largest and most magnificent three-story stone building in the center of the city.

This building was originally the residence of the tribal chief. It was later briefly requisitioned by the Indian government. After the government evacuated, it became a private residence.

The current owner of this building is Krishna Pu Rao, who used to be an officer belonging to the 149th Division of the Indian Northern Guard.

In 1962, the third brother of Tianzhu suddenly had a brain seizure, and under the instigation of some people, he committed suicide by provoking the Oriental Dragon.

As a result, they were beaten black and blue, and almost lost their country and race. The unit that Lao was in was also defeated at that time.

It was at that time that he gathered a group of deserters, fled to the lawless city of Siliguri and settled down there. Relying on his relatively strong military force, he became a self-proclaimed king.

The night before yesterday, the only bar in the city was raided by Masar and his men, and this bar was naturally owned by the local tyrant Lao.

Since ancient times, a strong dragon has never oppressed a local snake. Lao naturally could not tolerate such a blatant slap in the face.

Infuriated, he gathered most of the men in the town to chase and kill them all night long. However, he was ambushed and killed by Masar and his men in a valley about ten kilometers north of the city, and lost more than 100 of his men.

This group of rabble fled in all directions at once. If Lao had not seen the opportunity and ran away quickly, he would have been killed.

What made Rao even more heartbroken was that just one day later, the Bhadrapur Temple, which in his mind was like a fairyland, was burned to the ground and then buried by snow.

You know, Lao had to offer half of all his income to the temple once a month, rain or shine.

Not only him, but more than a dozen nearby towns all had to pay tribute, which is one of the reasons why there is no government nearby.

  There is really no more oil to scrape!

In the early morning, the whole city of Siliguri saw the raging fire in the temple and the subsequent avalanche. It was easy to guess that it was done by Masar's gang of strong men.

At this moment, Lao was frightened out of his wits, like an ant on a hot pan. He was afraid that Masar and his group of killer gods would come back and chop off his head.

"Boom!"

Following a burst of hurried footsteps, the door was suddenly pushed open with great force, and a one-eyed bald-headed subordinate shouted anxiously:

"General! Someone is coming from the north!"

General, this was the title Lao gave himself. He felt it was impressive. In fact, he was just a second lieutenant and platoon leader back then.

Upon hearing this, Lao was so scared that the cigarette butt in his mouth fell to the ground: "What, what? They really came back?"

He stood up suddenly and shouted in a trembling voice: "Fuck! Come on, go, Rip, drive the car out now!"

Seeing that the boss was about to run away, the one-eyed man named Rip explained anxiously: "General, no, it's not the group of people from the night before. There is only one person coming!"

"Snapped!"

Lao slapped Rip to the ground without mercy, and cursed:

"Fuck! There's only one person, why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Lao thought about his own poor performance just now and was so angry that he raised his hand to slap him, but suddenly he remembered something and stopped abruptly.

"A man, from the north? What kind of man?"

Lip covered his cheek and replied vaguely: "I don't know, it's a yellow man, definitely not any of the people from the group last night."

  Lao frowned and muttered:

"He's from the north, a yellow man. Did he take a detour from Dela Town? Or did he come from the north of the snowy mountains?"

Siliguri is at the foot of the snow-capped mountains. Going north, there is nowhere to go except the snow-capped mountains and temples, so Lao was so confused.

"Where is this guy now?"

"I'll be there soon~"

"boom!"

At this moment, a loud noise suddenly came from the front yard of the stone building, interrupting Rip's answer. It was the sound of the solid wooden door being broken open.

What followed was a burst of chaotic gunfire like popping beans, tap-tap-tap, bang-bang, bang!

Rao's men had several "hard guys", all of which were British Sten 4 submachine guns and Sterling L2A3 submachine guns that they brought from the army.

It was with the help of these rare automatic weapons that Rao was able to secure his throne as the King of Siliguri.

If one has good enough hearing, one can distinguish the deafening sound of gunfire from the rhythmic low-pitched sounds of gunfire.

“Puff, puff~”

Two minutes later, Lao's door was kicked open. Du Weiguo, holding a gun in both hands and smelling of blood and gunpowder, walked up to him like a dragon and a tiger.

Along the way, Du Weiguo killed 23 of Lao's most powerful, best-equipped and most loyal subordinates, each of whom was shot in the eyebrow and killed with a headshot.

To deal with these small fry, Du Weiguo would not waste even a single bullet. At this moment, there were still 1935 bullets left in the two M3s equipped with silencers.

Du Weiguo looked coldly at Lao, who was so frightened that his legs went limp and he was slumped in his chair.

This guy looked to be around 40 years old, tall and fat, with dark and shiny skin, extremely thick hair and beard, and looked like a wild boar. It was obvious that he was of a low caste.

Most likely it was a Vaisya, with a small probability of being a Shudra, and definitely not a Dalit. In the territory of India, the caste system is deeply rooted, and Dalits are called untouchables, which means the most despicable group, worse than animals, and have no chance of becoming a leader.

"English?"

After a moment of suffocating silence, Du Weiguo finally spoke.

Lao nodded quickly like a chick pecking at rice, and stammered back, "Yes, yes!"

"puff!"

Du Weiguo suddenly emptied the magazine of a pistol and blew out the intact eye of Bald Rip.

This guy was courting death. While Du Weiguo and Lao were talking, he reached for the pistol at his waist. The result is self-evident, he got what he wanted.

Rip was shot in the head, but Rao didn't see Du Weiguo's movements at all. He knew that he had met a top master.

He was so scared that he was shaking all over. He raised his arms in surrender and apologized tremblingly:

"I, I have no weapon, I will not resist."

  Du Weiguo put away his gun, sat down opposite Lao, took out a cigarette case, lit a cigarette, and asked in a light tone:

"what is it call?"

Rao's tone was extremely respectful at this moment: "Rao, sir, my name is Krishna Pu Rao."

Slowly exhaling the smoke, Du Weiguo said noncommittally: "Are you the boss in the city?"

He wanted to deny it, but when he met Du Weiguo's cold eyes, Lao immediately gave up his hope.

"Yes, I am."

“Has a group of weird people from the city come to Siliguri in the past two days?”

Upon hearing this, Lao's pupils suddenly trembled, and he asked tentatively: "Weird people? Sir, are you talking about those people with special abilities?"

Du Weiguo's eyes sparkled, and a fierce murderous aura rose up: "You also know the people with special abilities, have they been here? When, how many people were there, and what did they look like?"

  Being enveloped by the evil spirit emanating from Du Weiguo, Lao felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, his teeth chattering, and he replied intermittently:

“Yes, yes. They arrived in Siliguri the night before yesterday. There were four of them, three men and one woman. The men were all white and the woman was Asian.”

The number of people and characteristics all matched, Du Weiguo asked:

"Where did they go after that?"

"We went north towards the snowy mountains. Before dawn, the Bhadrapur Temple suddenly caught fire. It must have been them who did it."

"and then?"

  At this moment, Lao was overwhelmed by the surging evil spirit emitted by Du Weiguo, and was shaking like a sieve. He was about to collapse:

“No, I don’t know, sir. I really don’t know. They disappeared after burning the temple and never came back to Siliguri.”

"Whoo~"

Du Weiguo exhaled a long breath of smoke, then extinguished the cigarette butt, suppressed his murderous aura and asked in a deep voice:

“Tell me, what is the nearest town to Siliguri?”

"Okay, okay, sir, due north, across the snow-capped mountains is China~"

Siliguri means the end of the earth in ancient Indian language, because further north is the unreachable southern foothills of the Himalayas, which is the world's highest peak, Mount Everest.

To the west is Nepal's territory. The nearest city is Daumok, about 80 kilometers away. To the east, 100 kilometers away is the city of Jalpaiguri in Bangladesh.

As for the south, it is the territory of India, but if you want to go south, you must pass through Siliguri.

Otherwise, if you take a detour, there are endless snow-capped mountains on both sides, and you will have to walk at least 400 kilometers of extreme ice and snow mountain roads to reach the town.

"So, sir, I think it is unlikely that they would take the northbound and southbound routes. They are too difficult and almost dead ends."

After Lao introduced the surrounding geographical distribution in detail, he bravely concluded.

After a brief silence, Du Weiguo lit another cigarette and even gave him one, lighting it for him out of kindness.

"Lao, then which route do you think they will take?"

After taking a few puffs of his cigarette, Lao's tone became much more stable:

“The eastern route, after crossing the Bangladesh border, is all plains, and even if you walk, you can reach Jalpaiguri within a day.

Not only is there a train to Bogra, but it is also close to the Teesta River, so you can take a boat directly to Dhaka or even go directly to the sea.”

Hearing what he said, Du Weiguo smiled and asked in a faint voice:

"Lao, since you know about people with special abilities, do you know what a person with special abilities is?"

There are many different names for people with special abilities in different places, such as extraordinary people, super-powered people, superhumans, inhumans, mutants, etc.

But no matter what the name is, the overall meaning is the same, that is, transcending the limits of human beings, or transcending in multiple dimensions.

Physical fitness, strength, explosiveness, speed, stamina, etc., all-round transcendence, being able to do things that others cannot do, this is a person with special abilities.

Therefore, the behavior of people with special abilities often needs to be considered with a thinking and logic that is completely opposite to that of ordinary people.

Rao felt that it was too extreme, a desperate situation that Marsal and the others would never be able to escape from, but in fact, for them, it was not as difficult as they imagined.

But he was absolutely right about one thing: these guys would never be brave enough to cross the Himalayas to the north.

Not to mention the feasibility of crossing the snow-capped mountains, even if we really got across, the north is the territory of China, which is known as the forbidden land of the gods.

The red flag is waving, the evil ones are retreating, the dragons have to coil up and the tigers have to lie down.

Marsal and his companions were either white or freaks. They would surely die if they arrived in China. There was no chance of survival at all.

Therefore, Du Weiguo judged that they would most likely bypass Siliguri and head south into India, taking this unusual and almost impossible route.

To Marsar and his men, a weakling like Rao posed no threat, but they did not return to the city and left in such a hurry.

Obviously he sensed the danger, or even anticipated his coming, so he ran away in a hurry.

All right, I'll take a gamble and go to Islampur to wait for something to happen. After figuring out all the connections, Du Weiguo felt relieved and started to feel like playing.

  He flicked the cigarette butt and pointed the gun at Lao intentionally or unintentionally:

"Okay, Rao, since you are cooperative, I will be merciful and give you a chance to live."

Being pointed at by the black muzzle of a gun, Lao's crotch was wet, and he swore and promised:

"What, what opportunity, sir? As long as you are willing to let me live, I will agree to any conditions."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo laughed, shook his pistol, and said jokingly:

"Money, as long as you can pay enough money to sell your life, I will let you go."

  Chickens don’t pee, each has his own way!

Siliguri is a poor place with almost no arable land, but it can attract so many evil people. It must have a special source of wealth.

Du Weiguo was uneducated and he didn't know or want to know what the special source of money here was, but that didn't stop him from blackmailing.

No matter how small a mosquito is, it is still a piece of meat. The key is that the thief never leaves empty-handed and always gains something. This has become Du Weiguo's routine.

At this moment, about 50 kilometers southeast of Xilisigu, in an unknown snow-capped mountain, a bonfire was lit in a cave in the valley.

"Masal, Rebola is almost freezing to death. What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you taking us into the snowy mountains? What are we hiding from?"

Lori hugged her lover Rebola tightly in her arms, moved towards the fire, and complained angrily.

Marsal's condition was also very bad. His face was pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and even his whole body was shaking slightly.

Previously in the temple, he had been seriously injured by the multiple clashes of mental forces. He was now holding on with all his might and thus avoided falling into a coma.

Marsal knew very well that as long as he fell asleep, Lori and the others would leave him in the snow without hesitation and then go their separate ways.

The anti-evil god alliance he had worked so hard to build would collapse in an instant, and he might even be frozen to death. (End of this chapter)