I practice martial arts by adding skill points in modern city-Chapter 459: 【170】Encountered assassination, the killer Wang Longhu?_7

He quickly recalled every enemy he had met in the past, and none of them had connections to Siberia.

"Once we leave Kanchenjunga, have Bai Yongge investigate this matter thoroughly. With the intelligence network of the Heaven and Earth Alliance, they should be able to find something," Chi Ming said.

Wang Longhu nodded. With a thought, the heads of the four clone assassins exploded instantly, crushed into blood mist.

Wang Longhu had no patience whatsoever for these guys cloned from his genetic samples.

Death was their only fate. He just didn't know how many clones of Wang Longhu the damn Mechanical Prophet Union had created.

If they caused trouble around the world, doing bad things with Wang Longhu's face, Wang Longhu couldn't clear his name even if he jumped into the Pacific Ocean.

The next day.

They collapsed the cave, burying the four bodies inside with falling stones. Wang Longhu and Chi Ming resumed their journey to find Shambhala.

Based on the shapes of those snowy mountains he remembered from the illusion, Wang Longhu kept comparing and eliminating, but he could never find the most accurate answer.

...

"Master, I can't hold on anymore. Don't leave me behind. Take me to Shambhala with you,"

In a certain place on Kanchenjunga, on a snow slope, a mage from the Taiping Tianguo lay on the ground, grabbing an ankle and speaking to the man in front of him, face as pale as death.

The mage's eyes were bloodshot, as if swollen with blood, and everything he saw had turned into a blur. He could no longer see the road ahead.

This was a disease that occurs after staying in the glacier snowfield for too long.

It's called snow blindness, also known as photokeratitis, an acute light source eye disease that causes retinal tissue to burn, thereby affecting vision.

Severe cases even cause stabbing pain, spasms, swelling, photophobia, visual distortion, temporary blindness, and so on.

In a place like Kanchenjunga under the sunlight, even protective goggles cannot completely block the sun's rays. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

When sunlight hits the snow, the brightness reflected by the snow can reach up to 95% of the sun's brightness, which is equivalent to the human eye staring directly at the sun.

No wonder people's eyes have problems, and having limited vision in a place like Kanchenjunga is tantamount to a death sentence.

Because no one can save you, and rescue teams have a hard time reaching the depths of Kanchenjunga.

"Rostana, those without merit cannot reach Shambhala. The guardians of Shambhala will prevent those without merit from entering,

In my previous life as Tuer, I already realized this deeply, and now this is the judgment Dakini has made on you,

You are not the chosen one who can enter Shambhala. Let this sacred Kanchenjunga accompany you on your final journey, and may you cultivate merit in your next life,"

Said the man whose ankle was being grabbed, his tone extremely cold as he looked at the disciple lying on the ground.

"No! No! You cannot abandon me, Master! I am your most loyal disciple. I have followed you since you were just a teenager,

Entering Shambhala is my blessing, I deserve this, you cannot abandon me and leave me here to die,"

The mage clutched at the other's calf tightly, shouting in anguish.

"Shut up, Rostana! Shouting like this will attract the guardians of Shambhala and cause an avalanche," scolded another mage angrily beside him.

But Rostana lying on the ground wouldn't heed any of it.

Being buried alive in an avalanche is a dead end, being abandoned by companions here to die is also a dead end.

If death is the outcome, then everyone should die together! How can you enter Shambhala while I freeze to death on the icy plateau?

Human nature is selfish. In the face of death, what master, what righteousness, none of it matters anymore.

At the mention of an avalanche, the man with his calf held showed a drastic change in expression, turning deathly pale.

This was his Achilles' heel, as scenes of being buried under an avalanche in his past life flashed through his mind, filling him with dread.

He absolutely couldn't make that mistake again.

In his past life, he entered Shambhala, but to bring his disciples there as well,

He later left Shambhala and returned to the snow mountains to find his disciples, not realizing that entering Shambhala required the right time, place, and people.

And one's opportunity is not inexhaustible. When you catch it the first time, you must hold it tightly and never let go, even in death.

Otherwise, you could never be certain if you'd still have this opportunity again.

In his past life, he was too selfless. Clearly, he had already entered Shambhala, but chose to leave for his disciples, losing that opportunity.

In this life, he would live for himself, and he would absolutely enter Shambhala for cultivation!

In this life, nothing and no one could stop him.

He pulled out a handgun and attached a silencer, pressing it against the disciple's head without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

biu! biu! biu!

Blood slowly flowed from the brain, and the ice core of Kanchenjunga received another body.

"Let's go. The opening time is nearing; we must reach the entrance to the paradise before Shambhala opens,"

he holstered his gun, kicked away the disciple's arm, and continued his ascent.