"Officer, can you tell me the name of the deceased?"
"Agulla" After hearing this, I let out a soft sigh and then hung up the phone.
"Brother, whose phone number is it?"
Wangwang opened his sleepy eyes and asked.
He shared a room with me, and there was a little Taoist priest in the same room.
There were originally two beds, but the little Taoist priest couldn't stand the bearded man's loud snoring, so he squeezed into the same bed with Wangwang.
"It's from the police station.
Didn't we find a skeleton yesterday?
I and Apple sent it to me.
Now they informed me that the identity of the deceased has been confirmed.
He was a shaman named Agula."
Wangwang was stunned when he heard this, and then said in surprise: "Brother Agula, do you know the name of the shaman we are looking for?
His name is Agula."
When I heard this, I frowned.
I can't be so unlucky.
I encountered this kind of thing when I first came here.
I didn't run away in vain.
Wangwang thought for a while, and then said: "Brother, not necessarily.
After all, there are many people with the same name in Inner Mongolia, maybe it's just a coincidence."
I heard this and nodded.
A phone call made me sleepless and I simply got up.
After we had a simple breakfast, we checked out of the room.
Wangwang drove and continued to lead the way, and I drove behind him.
Leaving the town, the snowstorm had stopped.
We drove for a long time on the endless prairie and stopped in a small village called "Very Black".
In this village, we saw the rare yurts, which looked a bit like Inner Mongolia.
"Brother, the clues I know are gone here.
The rest is up to us.
But I believe the shaman named Agula is near this village.
Why don't we ask the villagers."
Hearing this, I nodded and walked into the village.
The village is not big and the population is pitifully small.
We have no choice but to go door to door to consult.
But here, I overlooked one thing.
Not all Mongolian compatriots can speak Chinese, they have their own national language.
So after hitting the wall a few times, my heart became cold.
Fortunately, Zuo Xiaohan and the others have gained something.
The person who opened the door for them was a young man who spoke Chinese and Mongolian, which made communication very simple.
Zuo Xiaohan explained to the man the purpose of our trip, hoping to find the shaman named Agula.
Don't tell me, this young man really knows.
In the end, we paid him 1,000 yuan to act as our guide.
This young man's name is Battle.
He is a native Mongolian young man.
He is about 1.9 meters tall and has muscles all over his body.
He looks like a Transformer.
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Battle told us that the shaman named Agula lived in the mountains, so we could only walk with our legs, and there was also the risk of encountering wild beasts.
Naturally, I wouldn't tell him the difference between us people.
I just said lightly that we have guys.
When the boy heard this, he immediately showed a surprised expression.
Maybe he mistook this "guy" for a pistol.
At Battelle's house, we had a simple lunch and set off.
Although there is no snowstorm, the temperature here is still terrifyingly low, catching up with the Daxinganling Mountains in the northeast.
Battelle pointed to the mountain not far away and said: "Grandpa Agula lives inside.
Let's hurry up and make a loud noise after going up the mountain.
Otherwise, the mountain god will be angered and we will all suffer."
I don’t believe in the mountain gods he mentioned, but I do know some common sense.
Avalanches are prone to occur on snowy mountains, so you can avoid this avalanche by not speaking loudly or making any loud noises.
Battle is wearing a Mongolian robe, which should be made of animal skins.
This can be regarded as a kind of inheritance of the nation.
After all, the Mongolians are nomadic people and have to deal with wild beasts all year round.
There were nine of us walking on the white snow.
From a height, we looked like a small group of moving ants.
When he reached the foot of the mountain, Battelle suddenly knelt down on his knees, then clasped his hands together and prayed devoutly.
After doing this, he stood up and said: "Now we are going up the mountain.
Everyone, please follow me closely and don't fall into any holes.
There might be a man-eating beast hidden in there, so please stay awake."
I knew this was a kind reminder, so I nodded without any disgust.
The mountain road here is as difficult as the Greater Khingan Mountains.
He walked in front and forced his way out of the way with his legs.
He thought we would be like him, but when he saw that we were just stepping lightly on the snow, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Night slowly fell, and we finally reached the halfway point of the mountain.
Battle took us into a large tree hole.
He told us that he once hunted here and spent the night in this tree hole before he could go home.
I raised my eyes and looked at the tree hole, and then at the towering tree.
The power of nature is really unimaginable.
We followed him into the tree hole and just entered it.
I found that the tree hole was very warm, as if the air conditioner was on.
After we all sat down, I started talking to Barter.
"Battle, do you think this uncle is so old that he will become a tree god?"
When Bart heard this, he chuckled and said, "Every plant and tree on the mountain is a god.
Only when people fear them will they treat us favorably."
Not to mention, what he said makes sense.
It's just like we have to follow the laws of nature.
If you do the opposite, you will only be asking for trouble.
"You have always stayed in the village, why didn't you think of going to a big city to work and live?"
Battle looked outside and then replied: "We are mountain children.
God has given us mountains, cattle and sheep, and patches of green grassland.
After leaving home, I feel uneasy after all.
Moreover, I feel that I He is the guardian of this mountain.
I want to take care of it.
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If I go to a big city, who will protect it?"
Although I don't agree with what he said, everyone has something that everyone is pursuing.
As long as you feel happy and happy, there is no right or wrong.
The two of us talked a lot, mostly about this mountain.
While chatting, we all fell asleep leaning on the tree trunk.
At midnight, the sky became slightly cooler.
I woke up unnaturally and looked at Wangwang and all of them sleeping soundly.
I straightened my clothes and planned to go back to sleep.
But there was no sign of Battle in the tree hole.
Where would he go if he didn't sleep at night?
I walked out of the tree hole and could see the stars when I looked up.
I looked around and found a set of footsteps moving forward.
This should have been left by Battle.
Out of curiosity, I followed his footprints and slowly caught up.
Passing through a bush, I finally saw Battle.
At this moment, he was kneeling on the ground, his head stuck in the snow, and he didn't know what he was doing.
I wanted to call him, but at this moment, I saw him suddenly lift his body.
But his head actually disappeared
This discovery made my heart tremble and I almost screamed.
Battle lost his head, straightened up, and then began to make strange movements.
The movements were like dancing, but the dancing was really ugly, and a person without a head was dancing, which made people feel somewhat weird.
Battle struggled for half an hour, and finally knelt on the snow again, then planted his body into the snow.
I held my breath and watched intently.
Ten seconds later, I saw him stand up, and the head that had just disappeared reappeared on his neck.
He chuckled to himself, then stood up.
I didn't speak rashly, but chose to leave here quietly.
I was puzzled by this discovery.
Can a person like this be called a human being if he can take off his own head?
Isn't Battle a human?
Then why can't I see evil or yin energy in him?
Could it be that he really became a servant of God?
I slowly turned around and was about to leave.
But at this moment, Battle seemed to hear a sound, and then said coldly: "Who is there?"
As soon as I heard it, it was over, before he found out.
I simply stopped hiding it.
When I came to my senses, I was about to step forward.
But there was something that rushed out before me.
When I looked at this thing, it looked like a deer, but it wasn't.
It finally dawned on me that this was not a roe deer.
As soon as Battelle saw that it was a roe deer, he immediately pounced on it with all four limbs together.
It's not surprising that he has such brute strength with his physique, but what's strange is that he opened his mouth and bit the roe deer's neck in one bite.
Then, something happened that shocked me even more.
He was sucking blood, sucking the blood of the roe deer.
The roe deer struggled on the snow, but how could it escape from being imprisoned by Battle?
Less than ten minutes later, the roe deer finally stopped moving.
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I didn't dare to look anymore, so I quickly turned around and ran towards the tree hole.
In the next few hours, Battle never returned to the tree hole.
When the first ray of light in the morning entered the tree hole, I suddenly smelled the attractive fragrance.
Everyone was awakened by the fragrance one after another and walked out of the tree hole one by one.
Outside the tree hole, Barter was roasting roe deer meat.
If I hadn't seen what happened last night, I would definitely praise Battle for his thoughtfulness.
But now looking at the fragrant roe deer meat, I feel a little nauseous.
The bearded man looked at the roe deer meat and immediately laughed and leaned over, "Brother Battle, you are so interesting.
You prepared breakfast for us early in the morning.
Thank you."
Battle smiled slightly and said: "It's nothing.
I think the biscuits you brought are not as delicious as the roe deer meat.
Now that I'm here, I will always do my best to be a landlord.
Come on, uncle, this is for you."
The bearded man took a large piece of roe deer meat and took a bite without looking at it.
Others also took the roe deer meat and ate it with big mouthfuls.
It’s just me, I really can’t enjoy it.
"Brother Yu, why don't you have a piece?"
Battle asked me.
I shook my head and said, "I usually don't eat meat in the morning because my stomach feels uncomfortable after eating it.
You guys can eat it, by the way.
Brother Battle, what kind of leather are your clothes made of?
It looks very warm."
As he said, I quickly came to his side and pulled down from the collar.
At this pull, I was surprised.
"There was no wound on his neck, so how did his head fall off?"
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