In Panjiayuan, the first thing they did was trick Lao Hu into going tomb raiding.

A Tibetan wiped his sweat and said, "It's those two!"

The Iron Rod Lama nodded and said, "Lay them flat on the ground!"

The Tibetans immediately followed the lama's instructions and laid the two poachers flat on the ground.

Su Mo, Uncle Ming, and the others couldn't help but look at the two Tibetans.

The two men had faces ashen, breaths barely audible, and white foam dripped from the corners of their mouths. Their stomachs were swollen and distended.

Su Mo frowned and secretly used his Golden Eyes to look at the two people on the ground.

They discovered that both of them were shrouded in a cloud of black mist.

Su Mo immediately made a judgment in his mind. He guessed that the two people in front of him, like Xie Lianhuan, were also possessed by evil spirits and were troubled by resentment.

Su Mo chuckled, "The one on the right is probably beyond saving, but the other one can still be salvaged!"

At this moment, the Iron Rod Lama also diagnosed the two men's injuries and found that they were exactly the same as what Su Mo had said, which surprised him.

"master…"

Several Tibetans asked, "Is there any hope for them?"

The Iron Rod Lama paused his thoughts and nodded to the Tibetans. "One of them has eaten too much and is beyond saving. The other one can still be saved. Go to the sacred lake and find some dead fish scales!"

The Tibetans dared not be careless and immediately followed the lama's instructions, splitting up to search the lakeside.

Can the rotting scales of a dead fish cure diseases?

Uncle Ming and the others were completely dumbfounded. The petite Ah Xiang leaned over and curiously glanced at the two people on the ground.

"what!"

Ah Xiang let out a gasp on the spot, and like a frightened cat, she immediately hid behind Han Shuna, her face pale, and dared not go forward again.

Uncle Ming paused, then turned and asked, "Ah Xiang, what's wrong?"

Ah Xiang, still looking shaken, pointed at the two people on the ground, trembling, and said, "They...have huge rats on them!"

Chapter 116: The Mysterious Tibetan Land

Ah Xiang said in a trembling voice, "They...they have huge rats on them!"

mouse?

Uncle Ming was taken aback when he heard Ah Xiang's words.

The others also looked confused and puzzled.

Iron Rod Lama looked at Ah Xiang in surprise and asked, "Girl... are your eyes the Eyes of Instinct? You can see the evil spirits on them?"

Ah Xiang nodded timidly.

The Iron Rod Lama sighed, "The Eye of Instinct is the purest eye, capable of seeing many things that ordinary people cannot. However, it seems this eye is in your possession; I wonder if it's a blessing or a curse..."

The others didn't quite understand the implied meaning of the Iron Rod Lama's words, but Su Mo understood what the lama was thinking.

There are things you can't see, so naturally you won't be afraid of them.

If you can see ghostly things but have no way to protect yourself, it may not be a good thing.

Take Ah Xiang, for example, who is so weak that she can't even kill a chicken. If she had any Maoshan skills, she might have become someone like Lin Zhenying.

At this point, the poacher on the ground, who was more seriously injured, had started foaming at the mouth, and then foamed at the mouth, which turned into foaming at the mouth.

A short while later, the person stopped breathing!

Upon seeing this, the Iron Rod Lama quickly said, "Quickly, help me pry open the other one's jaw..."

Upon hearing this, Lao Hu and Wangdui immediately rushed forward to help pry open the mouth of the still-breathing poacher.

After his mouth was pried open, the lama quickly took out two Tibetan medicine pills and some water, which the man swallowed.

The man was in a daze. He managed to eat only half of it; this Tibetan medicine has special effects.

The less seriously injured poacher vomited violently after eating it, expelling a lot of black liquid!

Finish vomiting!

Although the poacher who survived was still suffering from severe stomach pain, he had slowly regained consciousness!

Upon seeing the black water on the ground, the Iron Rod Lama couldn't help but ask the man, "What exactly did you eat?"

The man on the ground was extremely weak and said feebly, "I don't know what it was. It looked like a large black lynx. It wasn't much smaller than a goat, and it was very ugly. It wasn't afraid of people at all!"

"At first, we mistook it for a leopard, so my brother and I shot and killed the big black lynx."

"Afterwards, we were so hungry that we didn't care whether the lynx tasted good or not. So we skinned it and boiled it, cooking only half of it..."

"Lynx meat has very coarse fibers. It seems like it can never be cooked thoroughly. In the end, we were so hungry that we ate it half-cooked..."

As he spoke, the man collapsed to the ground, wailing, "Master, my brother and I, though we had the wicked thought of poaching for money, we caught nothing but this lynx..."

"Please, Master Medicine, have mercy and save us brothers! We promise to change our ways, please!"

"what!"

The man on the ground was talking when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, so intense that he was writhing on the ground in agony.

Old Hu frowned and said, "I remember hearing a Tibetan legend in the Kunlun Mountains. That huge black lynx wasn't a cat. It was the malevolent energy transformed from a recently deceased person!"

The fat man exclaimed in surprise, "Is it really that mysterious?"

Old Hu shook his head. Although he had once been a revolutionary fighter, there were too many strange and bizarre things in this world that science alone could not explain.

Old Hu became even more convinced of this after following Su Mo into various ancient tombs.

Looking at the man on the ground, Old Hu turned to the Iron Rod Lama and asked, "Is there any hope for this man?"

The lama clasped his hands together, saying, "They were probably eating snow musk deer. Those animals are edible, but they ate them too early..."

"Tibetans never eat animals slaughtered that day, because they believe the animals' souls haven't completely left their bodies. If you eat them, things will get complicated!"

"As a medicine lama, I have learned some secret formulas, but whether they will work or not depends on their own fate!"

As they were talking, the Tibetans who had gone to the lake to find rotten fish scales returned one after another. Lama Tiezhen gestured for them to surround the sick man with the fish scales. Then he found a piece of wood used to repel rats, burned it into charcoal, mixed it with the rotten, smelly fish scales, and fed it to the poacher.

Following this series of bizarre actions.

The poacher started vomiting again, even more violently than before, for a full half hour, as if he had emptied his stomach completely.

Finally, when he vomited only clear water, the lama gave him Tibetan medicine to stop the vomiting.

The lama breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the man's vomit and said, "This man's life is saved, but he can never eat meat again for the rest of his life!"

Su Mo watched this scene with surprise and doubt. Seeing that the black aura on the person's body had completely dissipated, Su Mo was somewhat surprised, "Tibet is indeed strange!"

Whether it was the black lynx devoured by poachers or the method used by the iron-staff lama to save people, these were methods that Su Mo had never heard of before.

Upon arriving in Tibet, Su Mo was immediately given a rude awakening!

"Cough cough..."

Su Mo coughed lightly, then gave Lao Hu a wink.

Old Hu nodded imperceptibly, understanding perfectly, and immediately said to the Iron Staff Lama, "Iron Staff Lama... oh, let's just call you by your name... Ak!"

Old Hu said to the Iron Rod Lama Ak, "I came to Tibet this time to explore the ancient tomb of the evil god of the demon kingdom..."

"Could you find a singer-songwriter and guide for our expedition who is familiar with the history of the Demon Kingdom and its neighboring countries?"

Uncle Ming and the others never expected that Lao Hu would reveal the purpose of their trip so easily.

After pondering for a moment, the Iron Rod Lama Ak said, "Excavating ancient tombs is inherently a heinous act, but excavating the tombs of the Demon Kingdom is different. The tombs of the Demon Kingdom seal away demons from the underworld. Since you are willing to go, this is a meritorious deed!"

This answer surprised Uncle Ming and the others once again, but they were extremely dismissive of Ak's thoughts.

They're not here to exorcise demons; they just want the treasure in the tomb!

Ak continued, "Poets who are knowledgeable about Tibetan stories are all divinely inspired and do not accept the traditional methods of passing down knowledge from father to son or from master to apprentice!"

"They all suddenly became able to recite millions of words of poetry after suffering a serious illness or taking a nap, thus becoming Tibetan poets!"

The fat man was shocked again. "Is it really that mysterious? You don't even need to study?"

Sherry Yang was also quite surprised. After all, this was beyond the scientific realm that ordinary people could understand.

Old Hu asked, "Then, Ak, do you know where there are any singers?"

Ak smiled slightly: "No need to look, I was a divinely ordained person even before I became a monk..."

Ak was very generous and immediately volunteered to join the team.

Old Hu looked worried. "Ake, our journey is fraught with danger; we'll be climbing to the very top of a snow-capped mountain. You're over sixty years old; your health isn't what it used to be..."

Ak shook his head, his attitude resolute. "Destroying the Demon Lord's tomb is what I, as an Iron Staff Lama, should do..."

Over here, Su Mo laughed and said, "Old Hu, it's alright. Since the master has the heart to exorcise demons, let it go. I'll ensure his safety!"

Chapter 117: The Temple of Reincarnation, a Special Reward from the System

"Old Hu, it's alright. Since the master has the heart to exorcise demons, let it go. I'll ensure his safety!"

Su Mo looked relaxed.

Although this Tibetan land is mysterious, there are not many things that can threaten him. With a strength of 150, Su Mo has already vaguely reached the superhuman level.

Faced with firearms, Su Mo naturally wouldn't dare to be arrogant, but on the edge of Yin and Yang, in the endless underground, he could absolutely walk sideways.

"All right…"

Hearing Su Mo's assurance, Lao Hu felt much more at ease, as if he had been given a tranquilizer.

Old Hu knew about the skills of the Iron Stick Lama Ak. Ak had lived in Tibet since childhood, was well-versed in Tibetan customs, and understood Tantric medicine. With him traveling with them, this trip would be much less troublesome.

After everyone had tidied up and made arrangements, the Tibetans and poachers thanked them and left, while Wangdui continued to lead the way.

The group arrived at Senggezang, which was recorded in Uncle Ming's scriptures, and then rested in the town for two days.

Old Hu had the guide hire several yaks for people and Ak who were suffering from severe oxygen deficiency to ride.

After a short two-day rest, the team continued their journey to the royal city ruins in search of the Guge Silver Eye.

Once outside the town, the road gradually became desolate. The further you went, the fewer people there were. Sparse, yellow grasses were scattered across the Gobi Desert. There was no wind. Looking up at the sky, all you could see was blue. The withered trees and grasses on the ground were somewhat glaring. In the distance, the brown mountains looked rugged and eerie, making you afraid to look at them for long.