“Hu…hu…”

Due to severe hypoxia, Lin Feng was still speechless for a while and had to choose to swim to the shore first.

The water in the lake was cold and trembling, making him tremble.

"Huh... my lungs are about to explode... That suffocation feeling is really desperate..."

Five minutes later, Lin Feng swam to the shore. While he was talking, a group of people suddenly ran over the other side. Seeing their clothes and dressed, they should be herders from the Tibetan area.

When these people saw Lin Feng, they knelt down without saying anything, folded their hands together, muttering words in their mouths, and seemed to be worshiping.

Lin Feng stood there in a daze, not understanding what was going on.

When the audience in the live broadcast room saw this scene, they also launched barrage.

"Damn, what are these people doing?"

"I don't know, Mr. Feng looked confused."

“Worship?”

"666, treat Master Feng as a living Buddha!"

"Damn it, Mr. Feng is so awesome!"

“233333”

Lin Feng tried to ask them: "What are you... doing?"

But no one paid attention to him, and he still bowed three times and nine times. It was not until more than a minute that they all stood up one after another.

At this time, an uncle wearing traditional Tibetan costume came over.

He looked about forty or fifty years old, wearing a fur coat, dark face, and was serious and said something to Lin Fengdun, but he couldn't understand it at all. It should be in Tibetan.

Lin Feng touched his head and said a little embarrassedly: "Uncle, do you know Mandarin?"

The Tibetan uncle looked at him with a strange expression, then looked at the blue lake water in the distance, dazed and bowed devoutly.

"Beg for the Wild Translator!"

"This is Tibetan, I don't understand..."

"666, Mr. Feng's expression is so funny!"

"Master Feng: Please speak Mandarin!"

"The Tibetans are so pious. This lake should be the holy lake in their minds, and I guess it should be."

"It's over. Mr. Feng is taking a bath in someone's holy lake, and he will probably be skinned!"

“23333 upstairs”

Lin Feng whispered to the camera of the drone: "I should have offended some taboos..."

Immediately, he smiled and explained to the uncle: "Uncle, I am a tourist from another place. I got lost in the canyon behind the snow-capped mountains and fell into the underground river. I had no intention of offending me. I am not a bad person. Can you understand what I said?"

The uncle looked up and down at Lin Feng, muttered, and then turned around and left.

Lin Feng shrugged helplessly and chased after him: "Sorry, uncle, can you help me? I was lost on the plateau and finally saw someone!"

The uncle pointed at him with his finger, then pointed at the lake, and he was rumbling and became more and more excited as he spoke.

"666, Mr. Feng is making the uncle anxious!"

"WTF, don't you understand at all?"

"Haha, Mr. Feng has such a shameful time!"

"Don't Mr. Feng speak Tibetan? Bad reviews..."

"You really treat Master Feng as a god? You think he knows everything?"

At this moment, a young man suddenly ran away not far away. His dress was different from those people, including leather jackets, jeans, travel shoes, tall figures and three-dimensional facial features, and he should be a Tibetan person.

He came over, chatted with the uncle for a few words, and then said to Lin Feng: "You are a tourist from other places, right? Why do you run to those Mucuo? It is the holy water of our tribe, and it cannot be defiled."

Although the young man's Mandarin is not good, at least he can understand it. Lin Feng was overjoyed when he heard this and hurriedly said, "Little brother, I am not a bad person, nor do I intend to defile your holy lake. I am just a troubled person who swam all the way through the canyon along the river. Please help me explain to the uncle!"

"Canyon? Is it a Grand Canyon?" The young man looked at Lin Feng as if he was looking at a monster. "There is very dangerous there. It just rained a few days ago. How could you escape from there? Our local herders dare not go there to grazle, saying, are you poaching?!"

As he said that, the young man approached two steps and was about to take action.

Lin Feng was speechless and continued to explain: "Little brother, I don't even have a gun on me. How could it be a poacher? I'm really a troubled person..."

At this time, several Tibetans surrounded him, and the uncle was there, and the young man translated Lin Feng's words in Tibetan.

The uncle looked at Lin Feng, then said to the young man.

"Please leave here immediately!" the young man warned Lin Feng.

Seeing this, Lin Feng hurriedly put down his backpack, took out his relevant documents, and handed them to him, "Little brother, look, this is my certificate, oh, by the way, there is also a student ID. I am a college student who has just graduated and from Xijing. I come here to play. Please believe me, I am really a troubled person."

The young man took Lin Feng's ID, looked at it seriously, and then thought for a while before speaking: "The Grand Canyon is at least dozens of miles away from here. How did you come here?"

Seeing that things had a turnaround, Lin Feng told all the experiences, including encountering thunderstorms, encountering brown bears, landslides, and escaping from the underworld...

This series of strange experiences made the young man's eyes shine, his face was shaking, and he was shocked and both shocked.

You know, that's Death Valley!

He only has one person and only has a knife on his body. If it is true, then this person is not simple!

After hearing Lin Feng's words, the young man nodded and immediately translated the story Lin Feng had just told to everyone around him in Tibetan.

The uncle let out a long sigh, shook his head at Lin Feng, then held Lin Feng's hand, and said several Tibetan words.

"My father said that those mucuo cannot be defiled. This is the nectar that God sprinkles on the earth and the saliva of the lions in the snow mountain. You want to apologize for your recklessness just now."

Lin Feng smiled embarrassedly and said, "Sorry, the matter happened suddenly, I apologize for my behavior."

After saying that, he folded his hands together and bowed to the direction of the lake.

"Hello, my name is Tashi. This is my Abba Glelanger. All of us are herdsmen."

"Oh, hello, Lin Feng."

Lin Feng reached out his hand and shook with Taxi.

"You have escaped all the way and haven't eaten for a long time, right? Today is the first day of the 7th month of the Tibetan calendar, which is our big festival. My dad killed a sheep and a yak, and prepared a lot of sourness. Come together!"

Lin Feng glanced at the uncle. The Tibetan uncle changed his previous indifference and became kind-hearted.

"Haha, okay, I'm really hungry!"

Lin Feng is naturally not polite. He has stuttering, so he will not take care of his face.

"The Tibetans' faith is really pious!"

"Tibetan Buddhism often uses water to offer Buddha. If a Tibetan person uses lake water to boil butter tea for you to drink, it means that your status in their hearts is quite high."

"666, Mr. Feng started to have a free meal again."

"Master Feng is so happy every day. If he continues to do this, he will not have to eat all the delicious foods around the world?"
Chapter completed!