A large number of Burmese refugees wanted to leave, so they fled from the border to Thailand under the leadership of the smugglers. However, Myanmar's terrain is complex, the conditions are harsh, and the lack of sufficient food and water means that spending the night in the tropical jungle every day and having to travel long distances will inevitably lead to colds and illnesses, insect bites, and animal attacks. If the young adult is fine, if he is too old or too young, and the body's resistance is poor, the disease will become more and more serious. This kind of person will be regarded as a burden to follow the team, and if the head of the snake is in a hurry, he will quietly let this kind of person fall behind the team, saying that he will catch up later, in fact, he wants them to fend for themselves. If it's worse, just find a hidden place and die.

As more and more people die, the refugees will question, rebel and even riot, and the smugglers will not be able to control the situation, and sometimes they have to take the most extreme measure, which is to wipe them out. It doesn't matter to the smugglers, because they have already collected money from the refugees. Azanda Linkang said to Shamin: "This mass grave is not small, most of them were killed by knives and guns, and some of them died of disease and starvation, and they are all very angry anyway. I've lived here for two years and have dozens of bones, but it's not enough, so I'm going to find a helper. ”

Standing on the edge of this mass grave, Sha Ming looked at the dozens of graves on the left and the dozens of pits on the right, and he had a headache. But since I have already promised to do it, I have to do it. His daily work is to follow Azandar Linkang, looking for the bones in this mass grave, Azanda Linkang slowly walked in the dense forest, every time he sensed a resentful yin spirit, he asked Shaming to dig nearby, and then picked up the bones, neatly placed them, and let Azanda Linkang sit and bless.

Every day, Sha Ming was doing this kind of thing every night, and Azandarin Kang was more taciturn than Azan Mao Wu, and he couldn't say five words to himself all day long, so he was a little bored. That day, it rained heavily in the forest, and the two of them rarely rested in the hut, and they had nothing to do.

After listening to Sha Ming's description, Azandar Linkang said quietly: "It's practicing flying head landing." ”

"Flying head down?" Sha Ming was a little frightened when he heard the word.

Azanda Lingkang said: "A kind of head-lowering technique, being able to practice this kind of head-lowering technique shows that Azan Maowu must also be a member of the ethnic minority in central East Malaysia." Only this clansman can practice, and if others have to practice, they will already be dead when they fly out for the first time. Sha Ming was a little trembling, although he had a lot of doubts in his heart before, but he was not sure. When I hear these words now, I am even more afraid. Azanda Rinkang told him that the flying head was not strictly speaking, but a certain evil art that had been passed down from a country in southeast Southeast Asia in ancient times, and was practiced by the court wizards of that country. Originally, it was used to bless generals who were seriously injured in the war to achieve the effect of bringing the dead back to life. These generals who were wounded in the war had different injuries, some of them were missing arms and legs, and some of them were critically hit, and one of them had his neck cut off and his head was almost lost. The king ordered the sorcerers to use the sorcerers to bring the general back to life, and the court sorcerer blessed him with a copy of the spell that had never been tried before.

It was found in the residence of the wizard in the royal palace of the country when the shaman had followed the army to occupy a neighboring country several years ago, and had never practiced it. From the point of view of the method, this kind of witchcraft has a strong bloodthirstiness, and in the process of cultivation, it is necessary to constantly suck blood in order to ensure the confinement effect of the spell.

During the blessing, the general's head would actually move and his eyes would open, but he could not speak, and would only roll around on the ground. Even so, it was a big surprise, including other wizards. But in the end, it failed, the general died, and the king put the sorcerer to death, but the sorcerer's apprentice fled with the copy and continued to practice.

Hundreds of years later, this spell was obtained by a certain head descending master in central East Malaysia, and he began to hide in the mountains and practice. This head-lowering technique is not used to bring the seriously injured back to life, but to use it on oneself. In the beginning, the Azan had to suck the blood of live sheep and dogs every night, and later, in order to achieve the best results, he began to suck human blood. But unexpectedly, he was followed by the family of the deceased, and found the hiding place of the Azan in the deep mountains in the middle of the night.

The family of the deceased directly cut off Azan's head with a knife, and then walked away, and Azan was reciting the yin mantra at that time, and he found that although his head had fallen, the person was not dead, he was still conscious, and his head could move freely, and he could even jump under the urging of the power of the yin mantra. Eventually, the skull jumped back to its neck, and the bones and blood vessels recovered and healed on their own.

Azan continued to bless with the Yin Mantra until dawn, when his head had basically grown. That's when Azan knew the horror of this head-lowering technique. So he changed places, still hiding in the mountains near the village to continue his cultivation and suck the blood of people and animals. In the end, the Azan finally practiced this head-lowering technique, and when he was reciting the Yin Mantra, he could make the head fly out, and move around at a height of about one and a half meters above the ground, silently, taking advantage of the night, almost no one could find it. By the way, suck the blood of people and livestock, and the more times you suck it, the more skilled the spell becomes. If it is used in the Yin Spell confrontation, no matter what kind of spell the opponent is cultivating, whether it is Long Po or Azan, or the Head Lowering Master, you can use the Head Lowering Spell to restrain the opponent's spell, and then fly out and bite it to death.

"Fly your head out and bite the other party to death......" Sha Ming was furious when he heard it, "It's terrible!"

Azandar Linkang said: "To this extent, it should not be the most terrifying, but no one knows what the flying head can be practiced in the end, because the head descending master finally accidentally went out to suck human blood after a certain flying head went out to suck human blood, the window was inadvertently blown by the wind, and the person who slept next door thought it was the sound of the wind blowing the window, and ignored it, until he entered the house the next day and found that it was slowly lost, and no one practiced again." ”

Sha Ming felt that his blood was cold, and then he understood that Azan Mao Wu was actually practicing this terrifying head-lowering technique. He thought about it for a long time, and couldn't help but ask why he practiced this terrible head-lowering technique, taking such a big risk, there could be an accident at any time, just to suck the other party's blood dry?

"It's human nature to be curious, and it's competitive to be competitive. The same goes for those who practice martial arts, they go around to learn from teachers, just to beat all the people who practice martial arts in the world, why do you say?" Sha Ming couldn't answer, and suddenly, he remembered that when Azan Mao Wu was cultivating in the deep mountains, he had to wear sunglasses and tie a shirt around his neck in the later stage, so he asked what was going on.