Seeing this guy who behaved like a Japanese guy speaking Chinese with a round tone, the corners of my mouth twitched. And when I heard what he said about the family, Shikshin, and so on, I felt even more sad and indignant in my heart—this grief and indignation were both envy and jealousy. However, with the exception of some temples, the inheritance of Japan is mostly based on families, and I know this. And this thing is said to belong to a low-level species in the spirit world like a dwarf mule, and it is more often matched with the user's ability, if it is not passed down by the elders in the family, it will definitely not be so powerful.

You must know that Kato Haraji, this kid, he is only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Since ancient times, heroes have been teenagers.

The conversation continued, in a mixed and intermittent manner, but I learned from them why they had come to this mountainous rainforest in the northern part of Tachili—and like us, they suspected that the 105 stone was the unicorn fetus that could calm the gods. And what made my heart beat was that the reason why they came here was because they heard the words of the Thai people on the banks of the Mae Sai River in Tachili City, and tracked them all the way here.

As their conversation continued, anger rose in my heart.

Because Kato Haraji and Liu Zhao began to talk about me and Miscellaneous Xiaodao. From their words, I got a message, that is, I guessed that the Thai fat guy actually sold me and the whereabouts of the miscellaneous trail in a different hands, and also pointed out the possible places where we might appear. I remembered that I was in that small courtyard house, and I also said that he did not sell me to the Myanmar police, and I owed him a favor. Now it seems that he was right, but it doesn't seem to be a good idea to sell me to the Japanese.

I remember saying that I would surprise him when I came back, and if I could go back, I should prepare for him.

Breaking the intestines at noon on the twenty-fourth seems to be a good gift.

Kato Haraji has murderous intent towards me and Zamao Xiaodao, and in his conversation with Liu Zhao, he has repeatedly stated that if he sees me or that little Taoist, he must catch me; If he can't catch it, he will shoot it directly, and he must not let us escape, so that his heart is depressed.

The three paper women finished sucking the blood of the living soul, and their bodies emitted a misty red light, but they curled up into a ball and were taken into the arms of the original two. Several men in suits were accustomed to this, and did not express too much surprise, nor did they express too much sorrow for their dead companions, they tried to dig a pit and bury it, but there were no tools, and hastily dug a small pit, but they were disgusted by a pile of insects that crawled out, and did not dig again, but discussed it, and tied the man with a belt to the branch of the banyan tree, and arranged it in the shape of a crucifixion.

The wounded man, who was seriously wounded by bullets in the abdomen and leg, was given a pistol and some survival supplies after being injected with morphine, and let him stay here and wait for rescue.

Others, in order to avoid another attack by the Pogagongs, disappeared into the jungle to the east after ten minutes.

However, until more than eight o'clock in the evening, the Boga workers did not attack again, I ate some dry food with the miscellaneous hairy trail, and ran to the river to put the inventory in the stomach, and when I quietly returned, I found that the seriously injured Japanese was guarding under the banyan tree, first called my mother for a while, and then sang a folk song sadly: "Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms, in the clear sky of late spring and March, there are no clouds and many clear ......."

The sound grew sadder and worse, and the old owl was crying in the trees, and several flat-haired beasts were flapping their wings and pecking at their former companions.

Like the guy tied to the tree, he was also a man abandoned by his companions, and in the night of this jungle, countless reptiles stalked in the dark, squirming, and death approached him minute by minute, and the dead companions and the pieces of meat on the ground became a feast for scavengers in the jungle, with bugs, birds, and a few rodent field mice, happily eating.

He could imagine that he would be food for these unknown creatures in the darkness, today or tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Little by little, consciousness crumbled, and the persistence of all the will and reason that had been forged before collapsed in an instant, and the man fired six shots at the birds pecking at the corpses in the trees, and then the sound of something falling to the ground was heard, followed by a deathly silence.

Just as I was hesitating to go over and help out of a humanitarian spirit, another gunshot rang out.

Compared with the previous ones, the gunshots were a little dull, as if something was blocked.

Later, I figured out that the last bullet in the pistol, the Japanese kept for himself. In the darkness of despair, he chose to escape and took the initiative to end all the unknown waiting.

He didn't want to wait.

I looked at each other and was amazed for a long time. After a long time, I asked Zamao Xiaodao if he wanted to collect the corpse? If we let it go on like this, we won't be able to stay in the crack of the mountain wall, and looking at the pile of dead people, our hearts will be in response. Miscellaneous Xiaodao shook his head and said that it was better not to move, in case one of them came back and saw this, wouldn't he expose himself? However, when people die, they always have to go over.

Only then did I remember that when a dead person is dead, he can call Duoduo out and replenish and suck the heavenly soul that has not yet disappeared, and it is always not wasted.

Recently, due to the need for the little demon Duoduo's control of the jungle grass and trees, so Duoduo didn't have much time to come out, but this girl was not jealous, but she couldn't help herself, a little sad, seeing me call her out, she was happy to death, patted her palm, and coquettishly with me for a while, and then began to fly into the air, sucking the heavenly soul energy that I couldn't see. However, after a while, she ran back with a pale face, and said that there were many rats, and she was afraid......

I walked out of the cave and walked to the clearing on the other side of the big banyan tree, and sure enough, because Kato Haraji and his gang of Japanese were not in the habit of picking up the corpses of their enemies, in the cold moonlight, those corpses crawled with small black things, fluffy and wriggling, all of which were rats as big as raccoons and as small as fists, gnawing on the flesh of dead people's corpses.

The man who had just committed suicide had been arched under his clothes, and the fresh corpse had been taken over by several rats.

No wonder he committed suicide, as soon as he thought that he would be treated like this after his death, he naturally thought about the idea of "early death and early superbirth", and out of sight was pure. As I said a long time ago, rats generally avoid people, but there is an exception that will attack people desperately without any scruples, and this kind of rat, no matter what the species, is called a corpse shrew, which is made by eating the flesh of a dead person, and is extremely ferocious and poisonous.

Seeing this, Miscellaneous Hair Xiaodao rushed forward in a few steps, and with a wave of his hand, a flame spilled out of his hand, and the yellow rune paper flew away, and those black and shiny mice avoided one after another, and a few mice that were eating were refusing to leave, and were picked up by Miscellaneous Hair Trail with a peachwood sword. Duoduo is a little afraid of mice on weekdays, but at the moment she helps to drive them away, and the fat insects run out, "the tiger's body is shocked", and finally makes this piece quiet.

Glowing in the dark night was actually a very risky thing, and after the man-eating rat escaped, the miscellaneous hairy trail immediately extinguished the rune paper. The lights are blind, and the miscellaneous hairy trail is dark for these dead guys, and I am also helping to set up a stage next to me. The Miscellaneous Trail Dance was a bit hard, and except for the guy at the back who had a deeper grudge, it was easy to say that in less than ten minutes, we had almost finished it. But we didn't stop, we packed up all the dead guys and threw them into the river.

It's better to throw it in the river than to stay where you are and give it to the insects and rats.

However, after working for a long time, everything on the ground was cleaned up, and I looked at the dead man of the Jesus victim on the tree, a little tall, more than three meters above the ground, I really don't understand what Kato Haraji's group of Japanese people think? Miscellaneous hair Xiaodao panted, said forget it, let's go back, rest until tomorrow, after the effect of the concealment rune paper disappears, all the cause and effect are also cut off, and the group of Shanzang is estimated to not be able to find us.

Go back, recuperate, and wait for tomorrow's long journey back to Dachili.

After we had done so, we washed our hands and went back to the cave. This cave is not facing the sun, some yin, and Duoduo can haunt even in the daytime, with her ghost body, but now, it is a little hindered to her cultivation. Customarily, I slept and rested with the miscellaneous hairy path, and she would put a sentry outside to warn, but she was more diligent than the little demon Duoduo, sitting on the treetops opposite, facing the tides of the moon and the gravitational pull of the stars, and began to practice her "True Explanation of the Ghost Dao".

Although I sometimes always say that this little girl is stupid, but Duoduo's perseverance is very worthy of my learning.

Only when people achieve the word "persistence" can they be qualified to talk about the Tao, about epiphany, and about their true self.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao was still carving his new work in the dark, and I continued to sleep and regain my strength. Before going to bed, I chatted with him, saying why are you in such a hurry to carve this jade sword and use it for fun? It's blazing! He said no, his mind was always anxious for the past two days, as if someone was silently reciting him behind his back, and he was trying to divert his attention and cultivate himself by carving things.

I closed my eyes, and even though I woke up with 10,000 things to do, when I fell asleep, everything was off.

In a daze, I was about five o'clock in the morning, woken up by a strange humming sound, opened my eyes, and saw Duoduo not far in front of me, holding the miscellaneous hair path, and the old Xiao, who was still in good spirits yesterday, was now paralyzed to the ground with a depressed expression, blood flowing out of his mouth, and on the ground, there were several pieces of blood that were close to coagulation.

I woke up suddenly, and thought of the hidden talisman that had burned in the early hours of yesterday morning, and it seemed that it would only take twelve hours.

This time, just after that, he has become like this, why is this?