Abandoned the Immortal Cultivator, returned to his hometown to farm and sing

Chapter 1120 1111. Survival in the Wilderness
It was several days later when Jacques arrived in China.

It is quick to book air tickets and hotels with a fake identity, and it is also quick to rent a private jet. However, private jets cannot fly casually. You need to apply for a flight route to enter China.

Jacques had to actually go to Malaysia for two days and then fly from there.

Fortunately, it is just a private company, not a country, so although there is supervision, it is easy to bypass.

I thought it was hard enough coming here, but after arriving in China, Jacques really suffered.

He first arrived at Tianhan and called to respectfully say that he wanted to visit.

As a result, Luo Yihang was not there, so he was asked to go to Qinghai.

After arriving in Xining, he was sent to Golmud.

Golmud is on a plateau, and Jacques suffered from severe altitude sickness when he arrived. He gasped for breath in the hotel for two days.

Fortunately, Victoria is in good physical condition and has someone to take care of him.

This time he came with Victoria, without any bodyguards or assistants. It was a secret operation, and the fewer people who knew about it, the better.

On the contrary, Victoria has no relationship with him. He is a stranger enough and he is paid for the job. If anything goes wrong, it will be easy for him to distance himself from the matter.

After Jacques recovered a little from the altitude sickness.

Luo Yihang then asked him to go to Yuxu Peak of Kunlun Mountains, 160 kilometers south of Golmud.

Damn, that mountain is more than 5900 meters high, and Jacques wanted to die.

But I have to go.

I had to ask Victoria to rent a car, buy mountaineering equipment, and a bunch of oxygen tubes.

The two drove to the foot of Yuxu Peak.

When I contacted Luo Yihang again, Luo Yihang gave me a coordinate.

Enter the coordinates into the map and get some good news and some bad news.

Good news: You’re not really going to climb a mountain, and you don’t have to go to the top of Yuxu Peak. Your destination is the nearby Kunlun branch, which is not that high.

The bad news: it is an undeveloped pristine forest.

It’s better to climb Yuxu Peak, at least there is a road.

Since it's a matter of life and death, you have to go.

Jacques was suffering. He was on a great plateau with boundless snow-capped mountains and few people. There was not even a road to cross the mountains.

Jacques had thin arms and legs. After getting off the bus and walking less than five kilometers, he collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath, like a dead fish.

Victor helped him up, found a tree to lean against, put the oxygen tank to his face, and then pulled Jacques to take a closer look.

The condition is still okay, but if he rolls his eyes again, he will really die.

"Hu~~Hu~~" Jacques panted for a long time and finally recovered a little. He was only two steps away from death.

This won't work. The coordinates are still more than 30 kilometers away, in a straight line. I don't know how far I have to go.

If he were to go on his own, he would surely die along the way.

But I have to go.

Can only think of another way.

such as……

Jacques stretched out a trembling hand, "Fifty thousand dollars, carry me."

Any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

Victori grinned happily, hung the backpack in front of him and pulled out two straps.

He picked up Jacques like a chicken and threw him on his back, carrying him in a bundle.

Professional athletes have great physical strength. The 100-plus pounds on Jacques' back seemed like weightless, and he walked much faster than before.

The main thing is that it’s not a burden.

But after crossing the gentle slope leading into the mountain for about ten kilometers and entering the complex terrain, Victoria was at a loss.

After all, he is not a professional mountaineer.

It is a branch of Yuxu Peak in Kunlun Mountain, but it is on the plateau. It is summer now. Although there are no glaciers and it is not cold, there is glacier meltwater.

There are streams, gravel slopes and glacial valleys every time you walk a distance.

Especially in mountain streams, the water flows rapidly after the ice and snow melt, making it impossible to cross, so you have to take a detour.

After walking all day and all night, even Victoria was exhausted.

But if you look at the track on the map, you will see that it is just going in circles.

The sun is about to set, and the temperature has dropped. I want to go back, but I'm lost...

It was really like crying out to heaven and earth for help, but luckily I had a sleeping bag.

The two of them found a sheltered place in the wilderness, ate some cold dry food and slept for the night.

It really became a wilderness survival game.

The next day, I continued walking forward. After walking for two hours, I was still going in circles, as if I had encountered a ghost wall.

All kinds of supernatural events in the legendary stories once again surfaced in my mind, such as Silent Hill, Silent Hill, Silent Hill...

If we continue like this, we will be dead.

There is not enough food. The main load we brought on this trip was the oxygen cylinder. We didn’t bring much food, and most of it was consumed yesterday. We have to run out of food today.

How to do?
Just call.

Jacques nervously called Luo Yihang and humbly told him about the difficulties he had encountered.

Luo Yihang didn't care at all. After asking about their location, he said, "Wait where you are and follow me."

After saying that, he hung up the phone directly, like a mysterious master.

But...who should I go with?

Is there someone coming? A guide?

Since you are not allowed to move, just wait.

Jacques was finally able to calm down and look at the scenery before him.

In July, the Kunlun Mountains are filled with the scent of green grass and gravel, and the morning sun coats the snow-capped mountains in the distance with a layer of flowing gold foil.

Among the exposed basalt rocks, wild rhododendrons bloomed abundantly, surging into blood-red waves in the mountain breeze.

Magnificent, poignant, and rarely visited.

The main reason is that it is a sparsely populated place. I waited for a long time but there was no one there.

Are they coming or not? They are not going to be left here to die.

Jacques' mentality had been tortured to the point of collapse. He was happy at one moment and scared at another, and he was suspicious of everything.

Feeling uneasy.

Suddenly, there was a sharp sound like silk being torn in the air.

Jacques and Victor looked up suddenly, and saw that the blue sky had been cut open. A huge golden bird, with wings over two meters long spread out, drew a golden arc among the clouds.

Its dark golden tail feathers flickered in the backlight like an unburned flame.

Its claws, as sharp as iron hooks, were clenched into iron fists, and every flap of its wings shook off the fragments of sunlight.

The sharp beak opened and closed slightly, and the tip of the claws brushed across the wild onions that the ibex had nibbled, startling a few blue-gray partridges.

Jacques was stunned, staring stupidly at the King of the Plateau swooping down from the sky, the golden wings growing bigger and bigger in his pupils.

"Get out of the way!" Victory was a good man and he threw Jacques to the ground.

There was a gust of wind, and a golden eagle flew over their heads. The blown sand and stones hit Jacques's fair face, leaving a bloody mark.

Jacques seemed to have lost his feeling. He struggled to stick half of his face out from under Victory, and tried to raise his head to look at the giant bird in the sky.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration came to his mind, and he shouted in panic: "Get up, get up, it's it, it seems to be it, the messenger who leads the way."

"What?" Victory propped himself up and raised his head.

They discovered that the huge golden eagle did not fly far away, but was circling more than 30 meters above their heads.

I clearly startled a few pheasants just now, but they were so frightened that they were fluttering on the ground.

The golden eagle did not go out to hunt, but seemed to be waiting.

Jacques stood up from under Victory, raised his hands high and waved them toward the sky, shouting, "Luo! Luo! I am Jacques! Jacques Martin!"

The golden eagle seemed to understand. It lowered its altitude slightly and flapped its right wing twice towards Jacques.

Turn around and fly forward...

(End of this chapter)