Volume 1 In 2007, I was poisoned by my grandmother's Golden Silkworm Gu Chapter 35: Difficulty Swall
My mouth twitched when I saw this guy who behaved like a Japanese speaking Chinese with perfect accents. And when I heard what he said about family, shikigami, etc., I felt even more sad and angry.
Grief and anger are both envy and jealousy. However, Japanese inheritance, except for some temples, is indeed mostly based on family. I understand this. And Shikigami are said to belong to low-level species in the spiritual world like dwarf mules.
, more often than not, it matches the user's ability. If it hadn't been passed down by the elders in the family, it would definitely not be so powerful.
You know, Kato Haruji is only sixteen or seventeen years old.
Since ancient times, heroes have emerged from youth.
The two continued to talk, and their words were mixed and intermittent, but I learned from it that the reason why they came to this mountainous rain forest in the northern part of Tachileik was the same as ours. They also suspected that the 105 stone could calm the gods.
Ning's unicorn tire. And what made my heart skip a beat was that the reason why they came here was because they heard what the Thai intelligence broker Chachai said on the banks of the Mae Sai River in Tachileik City, and tracked them all the way here.
As their conversation continued, I felt angry.
Because Kato Haruji and Liu Zhao started talking about me and Zamao Xiaodao. From their words, I got a piece of information, that is, the Thai fat guy Cha Guess actually changed hands and took the whereabouts of Zamao Xiaodao and me.
He sold me and pointed out the places where we might appear one by one. I remembered that in the house in that small courtyard, Chachai said that he did not sell me to the Burmese police and that I owed him a favor.
Now it seems that what he said is right, but selling me to the Japanese does not seem to be a good virtue.
I remember I once said that I would give him a surprise when I came back. If I could go back, I should prepare something for him.
The heartbroken Gu at noon on the 24th seems to be a good gift.
Kato Haruji had murderous intentions towards me and Zamao Xiaodao. In his conversation with Liu Zhao, he made it clear many times that if he saw me or the little Taoist priest, he must catch me or the little Taoist priest. If he couldn’t catch me or the little Taoist priest, he would kill him directly. He must not let him go.
Our escape made him depressed.
The three paper women finished sucking the blood of the living souls, and emitted a misty red light all over their bodies. However, they curled up into a ball and were taken into Yuan Er's arms. The men in suits were used to this and were not too surprised.
, they did not show too much sadness for their dead companions. They tried to dig a hole to bury them, but without tools, they dug a small hole hastily, but were disgusted by the pile of bugs crawling out, so they did not dig any more.
Instead, they discussed it and tied the man with a belt to the branches of the banyan tree, arranging it like the crucifixion of Jesus.
The wounded man who was shot in the abdomen and legs and was seriously injured was given a shot of morphine and given a pistol and some survival supplies, asking him to stay here and wait for rescue.
Others, in order to avoid Bogong's men from attacking again, ten minutes later, they all disappeared into the jungle to the east.
However, until after eight o'clock in the night, Bogarong's people did not attack again. Zamao Xiaodao and I ate some dry food, then ran to the river to put away the inventory in our stomachs. When we returned quietly, we found the seriously injured man.
The Japanese stayed under the banyan tree, first called their mother for a while, and then sang a folk song sadly: "O cherry blossoms, O cherry blossoms, in the clear sky of March in late spring, it is cloudless and so bright..."
The sound became more and more sad. An old stork was calling in the tree, and several flat-haired beasts were flapping their wings and pecking at his former companions.
Like the guy tied to the tree, he was also a person who was abandoned by his companions. In this jungle night, countless reptiles were sneaking and rustling in the darkness. Death was approaching him every minute and he died.
The companions and the pieces of meat on the ground turned into a feast for scavengers in the jungle. There were insects, birds, and a few wild rats with rodents, happily eating.
He could imagine that today, tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow, he would become food in the mouths of these unknown creatures in the darkness.
His consciousness was collapsing bit by bit, and the persistence he had built up from all his will and reason collapsed in an instant. The man fired six shots at the birds that were pecking at the corpses in the tree, and then something fell to the ground.
came a voice, followed by a deathly silence.
Just when I was hesitating whether to go over to support out of humanitarian spirit, another gunshot was heard.
Compared with the previous ones, the sound of this gunshot was a bit dull, as if something was blocked.
Later, I figured it out. The Japanese kept the last bullet in the pistol for himself. In the dark despair, he chose to escape and ended all the unknown waiting in a proactive way.
He didn't want to wait any longer.
Zamao Xiaodao and I looked at each other in surprise for a long time. After a long time, I asked Zamao Xiaodao if he wanted to collect the corpses? If we let it continue like this, we wouldn't be able to stay in the crevice of the mountain wall anymore. Looking at the pile
The dead people felt uneasy in their hearts. Zamao 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 have exposed himself? However, after death, people always have to transcend.
Only then did I remember that after a dead person, you can call Duoduo out and replenish the soul of heaven that has not yet disappeared. It should not be wasted.
Recently, because the little demon Duoduo needs to control the jungle vegetation, Duoduo doesn't have much time to come out. However, this girl is not jealous. On the contrary, she is a little sad that she can't help herself. Seeing that I will
She called out, she was so happy, she clapped her pink palms, acted coquettishly with me for a while, and then began to fly into the air, sucking in the energy of the soul that I couldn't see. However, after a while, her face turned pale.
I ran back and said there were so many mice and I was afraid...
I walked out of the cave and walked to the open space beside the big banyan tree. Sure enough, because Kato Haruji and his group of Japanese did not have the habit of collecting enemy corpses, under the cold moonlight, the corpses were covered with small black balls.
The things were all fluffy and squirming. They were mice as big as civet cats and as small as fists, gnawing on the corpses of dead people.
The person who had just committed suicide had a bunch of holes under his clothes, and the fresh corpse had been occupied by several rats.
No wonder he committed suicide. When he thought about being treated like this after his death, he naturally thought about "die early and be reborn early". He was just out of sight. I once said a long time ago that rats generally avoid people.
Yes, but there is an exception that will attack people without any scruples. This type of rat, no matter what species it is, is called a corpse shrew. It is transformed by eating the flesh of dead people. It is extremely ferocious and highly poisonous.
Seeing Zamao Xiaodao, he rushed forward in a few steps. With a wave of his hand, a stream of flames sprayed out from his hand. The yellow talisman flew everywhere, and the shiny black mice fled away. Some of them could eat
The rising rat refused to leave, so Zamao Xiaodao used a mahogany sword to fly it away. Duoduo was usually a little afraid of rats, but now she helped to drive them away, and the fat bug ran out, "the tiger's body was shaken", and finally
It is to make this area peaceful.
Shining light in this dark night is actually a very risky thing. After the man-eating rat escaped, Zamao Xiaodao immediately extinguished the talisman. It was a waste of time. Zamao Xiaodao went into the dark to save these dead guys. I
They also helped to set up a stage. The Zamao Xiaodao dance was a bit hard, and except for the last guy who was more resentful, everything else was easy to say. In less than ten minutes, we had almost completed it. However, we did not stop.
, but packed up all these dead guys and threw them into the river.
It is better to throw it into the river than to leave it where it is and be bitten by insects and rats.
However, after working for a long time, everything on the ground was cleaned up. Zamao Xiaodao and I looked at the dead body of the Jesus Christ victim on the tree. It was a bit high, more than three meters above the ground. I really didn’t understand what Kato Yuerji and the Japanese were doing.
What do you think? Zamao Xiaodao was panting and said, forget it, let's go back and rest until tomorrow. After the effect of the hidden talisman disappears, all the cause and effect are also disconnected. Shanzang's group probably can't find us.
of.
Go back and recharge your batteries, waiting for the long journey back to Tachileik tomorrow.
After discussing it, we washed our hands and returned to the rock cave. The entrance of the cave did not face the sun and was a bit shady. Even in the daytime, Duoduo could come and go with her ghost body, but now, her cultivation
There were some obstacles. As usual, Zamao Xiaodao and I slept and rested, and she would stand guard outside to warn. However, she was more diligent than Xiaoyao Duoduo. She sat on the treetop opposite, facing the tide of the moon and the gravity of the stars, and began to practice.
Her "True Explanation of Ghost Paths".
Although I sometimes say that this little girl is stupid, Duoduo's perseverance is worth learning from.
Only when people can achieve the word "persistence" can they be qualified to talk about the Tao, talk about enlightenment, and talk about the true self.
Zamao Xiaodao was still carving his new work in the dark, while I continued to sleep and regain my strength. Before going to bed, I chatted with him and asked him why he was in such a hurry to carve this jade sword for fun?
He was so anxious! He said no, he had been anxious these past two days, as if someone was thinking about him silently behind his back. He was practicing self-cultivation by carving things to divert his attention.
I closed my eyes. Even though I had ten thousand things to do when I was awake, everything stopped when I fell asleep.
Drowsily, I was woken up by a strange humming sound at about five o'clock in the morning. When I opened my eyes, I saw Duoduo not far in front of me, holding on to the trail of miscellaneous hair. Yesterday, I was still energetic.
The Yiyi Lao Xiao was slumped on the ground with a depressed expression, blood flowing out of his mouth, and on the ground were several pieces of blood that were close to solidification.
I suddenly woke up and thought about the hidden talisman paper that was burned on the Zamao Trail early yesterday morning. It seemed that it would only last twelve hours.
This time has just passed, and he has become like this. Why is this?
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