Wang Jingzhe looked at the internal organs of the antelope on the ground, and there were still some blood stains on the broken bones. He shook his head irritably and said, "No, this Tibetan mastiff can even kill three zombies without bone transformation. What do you think a mutton skewer can hurt and bleed it? There will definitely be no blood stains on the ground. What should I count on?"

Among the ancient divination and fortune-telling methods, they are not only used to calculate the eight characters, but also to use blood, bones and even hair. It is said that fortune tellers with a deep enough Taoist fortune teller can push the other party's ancestors to several generations with a human bone. Wang Jingzhe also understands this. Although he cannot reach the level of depth, he can also give him enough media. To put it bluntly, the Mastiff King cannot be injured, so he naturally can't count it.

Kong Liang said: "There is nothing we can do, we have to follow its traces and continue to search. I hope this Mastiff King can leave some clues."

The clues left by the Mastiff King have not been broken yet. Fortunately, the direction of its departure was not continued to be towards high-altitude areas, which is a lot of relief. If the Mastiff King keeps walking towards the altitude of 6,700 or even more than 8,000 in the heart of the Snow Mountain, then the three of them will not have the intention to continue chasing, because the higher the altitude, the greater the risk, and it will be difficult for them to do it alone to keep warm.

The movement trajectory of this Mastiff King is heading towards the southern foot of the Himalayas, with a slashing direction and the altitude of this altitude can be maintained in an environment with green plants and organisms. There is undoubtedly a chance for them.

At the same time, Mitsui Mina's team was also moving towards the southern foot of the Himalayas. They were positioned according to the navigation device. Because they were well prepared and maintained a rush to march all the way, the straight-line distance between Wang Jingzhe and the other two was only a few kilometers away, but now they are gradually opening up. At this time, it is almost seven or eight kilometers, and the altitude is a little lower than theirs.

It was also at this time that Huang Jiulang and Lu Jingyao also entered the mountains, but his speed was slightly slower, and it seemed like he was walking with a target.

In a slightly flat area on a hillside, the team of Mitsui Mina stops to make some adjustments every hour and a half after a day to replenish moisture and heat, so that it can always maintain full physical strength.

Mitsui Mina took a sip of mineral water, then ate some compressed dry food and beef jerky. After digesting it for a while, she took out a slender cigarette from her pocket and sucked it a few sips.

Mitsui Mina smoked a cigarette and took out a notebook from her climbing bag with one hand. The notebook looked very worn. When she opened it, the paper turned yellow. The outside was a calfskin packaging, and the cover was printed with a 10,000-character flag logo. After she opened it, she was a German diary one by one.

"At the end of March 1945, I was Martin Bauman, and our great empire was about to end its mission. For this reason, the respected head of state sent me and my loyal guards to escort a large number of imperial supplies from our land and move towards the east..."

"In early April, our guards entered the primeval forest area. In order to avoid the pursuit of the coalition forces, the guards were running all the way. In addition, the supplies transported were too large, and many soldiers fell on the road one after another, and the number of people was declining sharply."

"In mid-April, we entered the Pamir Plateau..."

"In June 1945, after a thousand miles of trekking, I, Martin Bauman and the soldiers of the Guard, finally arrived in the Himalayas... This was once a mysterious Eastern country."

"This is the hinterland of the Himalayas. You can see the majestic Mount Everest with your head tilted. It is surrounded by snow-covered snowy mountains on the top of the peaks all year round, but the scenery in this hinterland we arrived at is amazingly beautiful..."

This yellowed notebook is a diary written by Martin Bauman, but it was broken after the page Mitsui Mina turned, and there were obvious traces of being torn by someone at the back of the notebook.

This book was already in the hands of the Mitsui family decades ago and has been preserved as important information. No one in the family except for some direct members has the authority to read it because it concerns a crucial secret, a disappearing treasure.

It is said that in the spring of 1945, the war maniac, the crazy racial fanatic leader, knew that his empire was going to be destroyed in the end, so the desperate Adolf wanted to make a final struggle in order to rise up. He ordered his absolute confidant Martin Bauman to transfer all the gold and artistic treasures they had plundered over the years. At that time, they were divided into three batches, one batch was transported to the forest of Selingji, and the other batch was sent to the southern part of far Bavaria. The last batch was personally escorted by Martin Bauman to travel thousands of miles to the distant Eastern country, and finally entered the snowy plateau.

But what Martin Bowman didn't expect was that the empire ended too quickly. Two of these three batches of gold and art treasures were discovered by the coalition before they arrived at the designated location. Hundreds of tons of gold were taken away. Only their batch of materials escaped because the route of their journey was very secret and extremely far away. At the same time, the fate of the empire ended at this time and was completely destructive.

It is said that later, Martin Bauman came to the Tibetan area and entered the hinterland of the Himalayas with priceless art and treasures. However, at that time, Martin Bauman was on the road and his connection with Adolf was interrupted. He did not know that the empire had been taken over, so he hid these artistic treasures and returned from the Himalayas.

Unexpectedly, they were intercepted by the coalition forces on the way. When they were about to be captured, all of these Adolf's most loyal soldiers committed suicide. Martin Bowman happened to be next to a river bank. Finally, when he held up the slogan of long live xxx, he jumped out of the turbulent river.

Martin Bowman definitely doesn't want to die. He has a way to hide his treasure. It is the notebook in Mitsui Mina's hand. This is the hope for their empire to rise again. He still has to keep it.

After decades of twists and turns, this book was somehow brought to the hands of the Mitsui family. With the liberation of various parts of China, and then due to various historical reasons, although this note was obtained, the Mitsui family never had the opportunity to come and explore it.
Chapter completed!