"Is it nearby?" asked Kaohsiung. I said that it doesn't matter where he is, first search this hut, and then say, if the book is hidden in the house, it will not be troublesome. Kaohsiung snapped his fingers and let the villager and Azanbudan let out the wind in front and back, and I rummaged around the house with him. The hut was very simple, there was almost nothing to talk about "furnishings", the bed was made of wooden planks on large stones, and there was an old wooden cabinet, which was the best furniture in the hut, even more humble than the one in the mountains of Myanmar in Azandar Rinkang. I searched Kaohsiung inside and out, and we didn't let go of every corner of the ground, so we almost dismantled the hut and installed it again, but we didn't find anything. Kaohsiung suggested that we hide in the nearby woods and wait for the owner of the hut to come back and make plans.

The four of them went into the woods, divided into two groups, and sat down on the left and right sides of the hut in the leeward and shade, so that they could echo each other. I was in a group with Kaohsiung, and the villager guide was in a group with Azanbudan. It's early summer, and the Beihai Sea of Guangxi is located on the coast, so there is basically no need to worry about getting cold at night, but there are already mosquitoes in the woods. But the villager had already prepared, and took out the anthelmintic medicine from his body and wiped it all over the four of us. This smell is very pungent, I don't know what herbs are made of, and it is stronger than letting mosquitoes eat it. Walking diagonally out of here for more than 500 meters, you can see the situation on the thatched hut from a distance, Kaohsiung and I take turns on duty, the sky is getting dark, nothing can be observed, about eight o'clock in the evening, Kaohsiung's eyes are sharp, and I vaguely see that there seems to be a bright light coming out in the direction of the thatched hut.

The two of us crept over, and sure enough, we saw a light in the hut, and the window was open, and a lantern was lit inside, and it was silent. The tall male cat and I came to the front with our waists, and stood by the door and peeked cautiously in, and strangely enough, there was no one in the hut except for the lantern that was lit, and the unpleasant smell of medicine seemed to be even greater.

"Be careful, this guy could be nearby. Kaohsiung whispered. My nose was very itchy, and I wanted to sneeze, so I quickly pinched it with my hand. But Kaohsiung had already been hit, and I hurriedly looked left and right, for fear of alarming someone. Fortunately, no, it was dark outside the hut, and there was no human figure in sight.

Kaohsiung cursed in a low voice: "What the hell?" Suddenly his face changed color, and I immediately understood what he meant, and wondered if it was some kind of head-lowering powder or something. Kaohsiung gestured at me, and we bent down and looked out through the planks on the walls of the hut, but we didn't see anything. My nose was so itchy that it was like someone was scraping my nose with a feather endlessly, pinching the wings of my nose with my hands, and finally sneezing loudly. It doesn't matter if I hit it, I feel dizzy, my eyes are black, the soles of my feet are like stepping on cotton, and I seem to hear the sound of chanting mantras in my ears.

"Quick, run......" Kaohsiung barely spit out these words, and ran to the door of the hut. I thought to myself, but the problem is that it's too late, my legs are weak, and I can't get up on my knees.

The sound of chanting mantras grew louder and louder, as if coming from the house. I was surprised to see the old wooden cabinet in the room open, and a man bent down to get out of it and walked up to me and Kaohsiung. I had a worse headache and couldn't help but kneel on the ground, as if I had a bad cold and a fever, and I couldn't get up. Kaohsiung also fell next to me.

In the dim light, I could see this man of medium height, with a white cloth wrapped around his head, a very thin face, very dark skin, and a fierce light in his eyes. He slowly opened his arms as if to hug something, and the speed of chanting mantras became faster and faster, and my head ached, my chest tightened and I was short of breath, and my eyes were black for a while.

Suddenly, the man's expression was alarmed, and he looked left and right, as if he was looking for something. Then he folded his arms and knelt straight on the ground, his hands clasped in front of his chest, chanting at a very fast pace, and his arms trembling exaggeratedly. Lying on the ground, I turned my head and saw Azambudan standing outside the window of the hut, holding a string of beads in his hand and chanting mantras. It wasn't long before the man began to bleed from his nose, and so did Azambudan. The guide villager walked into the hut and was stunned when he saw this scene.

"Hit, hit him!" Kaohsiung said reluctantly. The villager naturally knew who Kaohsiung wanted him to beat, and looked at the man who was kneeling with his head, although he was carrying a firewood knife in his hand, he didn't dare to do it. Of course, this knife is what they use to chop wood, not to cut people, where is this guts?

I also said, "Hurry, do it...... and I was so dark in front of me that I was almost speechless. The villagers trembled and raised the firewood knife in their right hand, and the man with his head wrapped around his head quickly chanted mantras while looking at the villagers with vicious eyes. The villagers were so frightened that their legs were shaking,

Kaohsiung shouted: "Fight!" Although the villagers didn't understand the yin spell confrontation between the mages, they also knew that the situation was urgent, so they had to raise the machete with both hands, but they didn't dare to cut it with the blade, and put the knife up and slapped it flat with the blade. Hit the man in the face. The man crooked and fell to the ground, but struggled to his knees and continued to chant. I shouted "fight again", the villagers plucked up their courage, and slapped it with a knife again, this time it hit harder, and the angle was a little crooked, using not the blade but the back of the knife, which was hitting the cheekbones of the man with his head, and he was directly knocked to the ground, opening his mouth wide and unable to speak.

At this time, Azambudan began to urge the mantra, and the man who fell to the ground began to convulse all over his body, not only his nose, but also his mouth, eyes, and ears were bleeding out, and he stopped moving in a few minutes, and his body curled up like a boiled prawn. The villager guide was so frightened that he sat on the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. Azambudan walked into the hut, wiped the nosebleed, and together with the villagers, helped us up and sat down on the bed.

Azambudan pressed his hand on our foreheads and cast a spell for a few more minutes, and I felt like I had eaten a piece of Kang when I had a bad cold, my head was not so dizzy, and my eyes were not so dark, but my joints were still sore and painful, like a cold.

"W-This man is dead?" asked the villager guide timidly.

Kaohsiung shook his head: "If you don't die, you will wake up tomorrow." The villager breathed a sigh of relief and asked him again. Kaohsiung asked the villagers to search him, and after a careful search, the villagers searched for a long time and found that the man with his head was tied with a small cloth bag tied around his waist, which contained an old book wrapped in oiled paper, and thick banknotes, all of which were in denominations of 50 and 100 yuan. Kaohsiung opened the oiled paper bag and saw that the cover of the old book had no words and was badly damaged. I opened it and flipped through it, and it was full of crooked words, and there were various forms of the human body drawn, which I couldn't understand at all. Some pages almost have to fall off the slag when they are turned, and they are so thin that they are almost transparent. Kaohsiung didn't dare to turn it over again, and hurriedly wrapped it carefully with oiled paper.