"hehe……"

Su Bai looked at the old lama in front of him, smiled disdainfully, squatted directly on the ground, and pulled out all the food from the belly of the vulture on the ground.

Pointing to a bunch of hair, he said:

"Then take a look, does this thing look familiar?"

The old lama looked down, with a look of surprise on his face.

He hurriedly lowered his head, picked up the bunch of white hair in front of him, put it under his nose and smelled it.

"Is it... a white yak?"

"How is it possible? It's impossible for a white yak..."

After hearing the old lama's voice, the people following him quickly gathered around and picked up the hair from the vulture's stomach.

"It's the white yak..."

"Could it be that the sacred bird ate the dead white yak..."

"The number of these white yaks is very small, they can only be found in that wilderness grassland!"

"Dear outsider, I wonder if you can help us find out the cause of death of the sacred bird. We Sherpas will be forever grateful to you!"
Chapter completed!