AZAN NUO ASKED, "WHAT METHOD ARE YOU CULTIVATING?" AZAN JOKE SMILED AND SAID THAT THERE WAS NO NAME, AND THE MASTER WOULD NOT LET HIM SPEAK. Seeing his hippie smiling face, Azan Nuo didn't plan to ask more. I GUESS AZAN NUO SHOULD HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT THE ABILITY OF THE TWO AZAN WE BROUGHT, ESPECIALLY THE JOKE OF AZAN, WHICH SEEMS TO BE A GOOD CHILD, AND HE DIDN'T PAY ATTENTION TO IT. I THOUGHT THAT AZAN JOKE WOULD TAKE THE INITIATIVE TO ASK AZAN NAO TO TELL HIM THAT HE WAS A DISCIPLE OF THE PENANG GHOST KING, BUT STRANGELY HE DIDN'T. It seems that Azan JOKE is not as showy and flattering as I imagined, and there is still a city government.

From Namawang, you can see the dark woods on both sides of the road under the headlights of the car. From time to time, Gansen showed the way for Kaohsiung, from the highway to the branch road, and from the branch road to the side road, which is no longer made of asphalt, but only a road pressed by people for a long time. The road narrowed and the cars began to drive into the dense forest.

"Will there be wild beasts in the woods of Cambodia?" I was a little sleepy, so I asked Papan about the topic.

Papan smiled and said, "Of course there is, Indochina tigers, very fierce!" I immediately stopped sleepy, and said that our car drove into the deep mountains and dense forests in the middle of the night, whether it would be hit by tigers, and whether they could overturn the car. Papan laughed and said that if we could meet a wild Indochina tiger, we probably wouldn't have to go to Azandharu and ask about the corpse of the cultivator, and we could make a lot of money by directly wounding the tiger and bringing it back. I hurriedly asked why, and Papan told me that the Indochinese tiger in Cambodia is far rarer than the giant panda in China, and almost no one has seen it in recent years.

I smirked, "Even if we can hit it, how can we hurt it?" Papan said it didn't matter, there was a Chinese-made shotgun hidden in the compartment under the seat. I was shocked and asked why I didn't check it out at the Bodang port, aren't you afraid?

Papan said: "What's so scary! It's not the first time I've smuggled things, I smuggled more than 20 kilograms of ivory from Cambodia back to Thailand two years ago." "I thought to myself that I would be bold enough to do anything, to smuggle ivory and guns, and if I was caught by the customs and border control departments in Thailand or China, I would have to go to jail, but to Papan's eyes, it seemed as easy as a sailor bringing a replica watch from Hong Kong to Shenzhen.

"Then what kind of dealer will we be in the future? Just smuggle ivory and guns!" said Kaohsiung in a car. Papan smiled and replied of course not, smuggling and bringing goods is only an occasional act, when you go to Cambodia and other countries to do business, you can bring a little more pocket money, but it is difficult to become a profession. There is an old Chinese saying that if you walk by the river often, you will get your shoes wet sooner or later.

As we drove and chatted, Papan proudly told us that he had smuggled in almost every country in Asia: jadeite from Burma, rubies from Sri Lanka, ivory and sapphires from Cambodia, guns from Thailand, tiger skins from Bangladesh, ivory from Vietnam and Laos. I thought to myself, whether this guy is a team leader or a smuggler, he really has a lot of experience.

As the night deepened, I felt sleepy, thinking that there was a living map of Gansen anyway, and there were Kaohsiung, Papan and the three Azan in the car, and there was nothing to worry about, so I yawned, leaned my head against the car door, closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Although the car was always jolting, I slept soundly, perhaps because I was used to the fatigue of traveling by plane and train. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly my head hit something hard, but when I opened my eyes, I hit the back of Ganson's seat in the front row, my glasses almost didn't break, and my forehead hurt terribly.

"What's wrong?" I asked. Kaohsiung put his hands on the steering wheel and nervously watched the movement left and right. The headlights only saw trees and weeds, and nothing else.

Papan asked if he had bumped into any animal, and Azambudan replied, "There is a yin aura." "I suddenly lost my sleepiness, thinking that it is usually the yin spirit, that is, the ghost, that is, the ghost who has the yin qi, can the car drive in the dense forest at noon and night, it is too outrageous.

Kaohsiung asked Gansen, "Do you see anything?" Gansen shook his head and said he didn't understand Thai. Azan Nuo translated into the past, and Gansen told us that he seemed to see a fuchsia thing running quickly in front of the car, and the car crashed into the thing, but he didn't see what the thing was like and how it escaped.

"Didn't the car hit the ghost? AZAN JOKE SAID WITH A SMILE. I thought to myself that this was really Master Azan, who cultivated the head lowering spell, and he could actually laugh in this situation.

Kaohsiung asked the car door to be pushed open, and Papan whispered, "Don't get out of the car!" Kaohsiung turned his head to try to look out, and Gansen and Papan also poked their heads out of the window and looked in different directions. Except for the headlights shining directly in front of the car, the sides and back are dark and you can't see anything.

After confirming that there was no danger around, Ganson and Papan jumped out of the car, took out two flashlights from the trunk, and dangled around for a long time, but there was nothing suspicious. For the sake of safety, the two did not go far.

All seven of us got out of the car, it was still quite cold in the dense forest of Cambodia in October, Papan threw the flashlight to me and asked me to shine it, he reached out and lifted the passenger seat, I thought Papan was hiding something under the seat, but I thought wrong, the thing was hidden in the seat. I saw Papan push the seat floor hard, and took the bottom panel down, and there were two sets of gun accessories embedded in it. He took out the accessories, skillfully assembled them, and fastened them with steel pins in the middle, and it became a shotgun. Breaking the barrel of the gun and looking inside, I held up my flashlight and shone it, and saw two very thick bullets embedded in the chamber, the bottom of which was copper, reflecting the brass light in the light.

I don't know how many years this shotgun has been used, the gun is rusty and dirty, and the handle is shiny. Gansen tried to reach out to take the gun, but Papin didn't hand him the gun, but held it himself, sat in the passenger seat, and let everyone get into the car and continue driving. Gansen was still in charge of guiding the way, but he sat in the middle row, and Kaohsiung couldn't see it, so Papan had to translate it to Kaohsiung. My guess is that Papin didn't trust Ganson very much, so he didn't give him the gun to hold. We are here to go to Azantaru to get back the bones of Pengma, and according to Papan's plan, it is possible to use force. And Gansen is Azantaro's assistant, and the two must be in a group, and if there is a conflict at that time, Gansen will be on the opposite side of us.

Although Gansen should not know the inside story now, we all know in our hearts that human nature is like this, and when we unilaterally regard the other party as an enemy, we have begun to guard against him, and only Gansen is still in the dark.