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Chen Yutou responded with a casual remark but didn’t rush over immediately. He held onto the Bronze Fish, observing it intently. About three minutes later, his playful expression turned serious, and after another minute, he returned the Bronze Fish to me.
“Chen Yutou… Chen Yutou…”
Chen Yutou glanced at me deeply, then replied and hurried over. “Call the soul, call the soul! I’m not dead yet.”
I watched Chen Yutou’s retreating figure, somewhat lost in thought. After putting away the Bronze Fish, Old Ghost suddenly called out to me from behind.
Before I could respond, the Fat Ma started shouting.
We moved to the back, and Old Ghost said, “Comrade Sun, the feng shui here is nothing special, quite ordinary.”
I understood Old Ghost's meaning and remained silent for a moment before saying, “Let’s wait a bit longer.”
Old Ghost didn’t say anything further.
The four of us sat cross-legged on the ground, discussing a few matters. Overall, it took about a quarter of an hour before someone shouted, “Let’s go.”
Fat Ma jumped up and quickly squeezed into the vehicle to find a good spot. Before he could even settle down, someone shouted that we would be walking on foot.
The Fat Ma was out of breath.
I was also quite puzzled.
Professor Sun approached to lead us. Throughout this time, we hadn’t gained much deeper understanding of that group.
We began our migration. Before we set off, the vehicles were well concealed.
We moved deeper into the mountains, and the weather grew colder. It was nearly five in the afternoon, and everyone pulled out their cotton socks to put on; the temperature difference between day and night was significant, leaving us no choice.
The mountain wasn't very high, but it was exceptionally difficult to traverse.
As we ascended, the cold intensified. The night air was crisp, and darkness had already fallen as we neared the summit, with the white snow now within reach.
The combination of cold and fatigue was becoming unbearable, and we had no specific destination in mind.
I couldn't help but ask, "Professor, where are we headed?"
Professor Sun exhaled a puff of white breath, which appeared particularly clear in the beam of his flashlight.
"We'll reach our destination after we cross this mountain," he replied.
I took a deep breath, glanced at the descent ahead, and continued on. Dozens of beams from our flashlights pierced through the night, creating a spectacular scene.
The path down was sometimes more challenging than the ascent. This was one of those times; due to Tibet's weather conditions, the ground was particularly slippery, and a moment's inattention could lead to a fall.
We pressed on, supporting each other along the way.
When we reached halfway up the mountain, a sudden gust of chilly wind swept through, making it feel even colder. After walking a bit further, the lead guide stopped and said, "Let's take a break here."
This area was relatively flat, and soon enough, tents were set up. A campfire blazed to life—not with wood but with a type of burning gas that emitted an enchanting blue glow in the darkness.
From a distance, it looked like a ghostly figure dancing up and down.
The five of us huddled together while Professor Sun moved to the front.
Zhang Tong's face was flushed in the firelight, with two patches of color on his cheeks, and he was breathing slightly heavily, as if he had not yet calmed down.
"Let's eat something first," the Fat Ma said, pulling out some dried rations from his backpack and distributing them to everyone.
As we ate, our hands were red from the cold; it was simply too chilly.
"Do you think there's something wrong with this team?" the Mud Man suddenly spoke up, having remained silent until now.
At that moment, Zhang Tong was still sitting next to me.
"Did you notice anything off?" I asked.
The Mud Man shook his head.
Zhang Tong remained silent.
Just then, the Fat Ma blurted out, "Comrade Zhang, is there anything wrong with your team?"
Zhang Tong simply shook his head and replied, "I don't know either."
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