Sha Ming put away the money and left the mountains on his motorcycle. Out of intense curiosity, he went back to the village of yesterday and saw many villagers looking around something. He leaned in and saw the man in blue sitting on the ground, holding a white cloth package in his hand, oozing a lot of blood, and two people next to him were talking on their mobile phones. The villagers were talking, and Sha Ming came out of the crowd and couldn't help but whisper to a villager outside.

The villager told Sha Ming that early this morning, a villager found a human head hanging from the sugarcane spike in front of his window, which was still moving. The villagers were almost frightened to death, so they hurried to find the village chief, but fortunately, the village chief had the phone number of the blue-clothed mage, so he called him over. The mage was reciting some mantra and wrapping the human head in a special white cloth, which had been moving and frightening just an hour before.

"How do you fix that?" Shaming asked.

The villager said, "The blue-clothed mage said that he would take it back for disposal, but he would have to put it in a clay urn before he could take it away. The village chief is contacting a friend to bring a pottery urn from a neighboring village. What else did Sha Ming ask, and saw that the man in blue had already walked out of the crowd and saw Sha Ming. The man in blue smiled at Sha Ming, who felt cold in his heart and turned around to leave.

He was especially afraid that the man in blue would come after him, or stop him in public, and besides, he would be the assistant of the head, in which case the villagers would have to hack themselves to death with machetes. But no, until Sha Ming got on his motorcycle and left the village, no one chased him. Sha Ming didn't know where to go, so he could only go as far as possible. Fortunately, he had money in his hand, so he flew from Kuala Lumpur to Bangkok with documents and other things, and hid in Thailand for most of the year.

It was very troublesome to exchange currencies, so Samin first exchanged the hundreds of thousands of ringgit in his hand into Thai baht in Bangkok, and then bought all of them into gold, turned them into a few small gold bars, and carried them around. He has been to several major cities in Thailand, and he has basically eaten and slept and woken up to eat, although Thailand is also in power by the military government, but in general, the political situation is much more stable than that of Myanmar, and the standard of living is better. He returned to his hometown in Myanmar. They were very happy to exchange half of the gold into local currency and give it to their parents, who persuaded the family to settle in Thailand and let him find a way to go through the formalities, but his parents did not agree. I've lived in Myanmar all my life and don't want to go anywhere.

There was no way, Sha Ming had no choice but to give up. At night, he was always thinking about Azannaji and Azan Maowu in his mind, and he always couldn't figure out many things, the blue-clothed Azan must know, but he didn't dare to ask, it was too late to hide from him.

After living at home for a few months, Sha Ming felt bored, and it stands to reason that he should be happy that he no longer had to do the disgusting things of digging graves, digging coffins, picking up bones, and chopping off stumps in the middle of the night for people like Azan Mao Wu. But strangely, Sha Ming felt very bored and even empty. He believes that if he continues to work as an assistant to Azan Mao Wu, he will have a salary of more than 20,000 ringgit a year, which is 100,000 in four years. And he seems to think that it is quite amusing to be idle now, and to look back at the terrible things he has done.

One day, he went out to a relative's house in a neighboring village to run errands, and when he came back, it was raining heavily, so he found a place to take shelter from the rain, and after the rain stopped, it was already dark, so he hurried home at night, passing a forest halfway, and by the moonlight, Sha Ming saw that the hillside was full of graves. He was so excited that he walked into the woods and passed by this slope, looking at the large and small graves and tombstones, Sha Ming seemed to go back to the time when he was digging coffins in the village of Ssabu, Malaysia. He didn't feel scared, only nostalgic, and felt that it was a very exciting behavior.

So, Sha Ming began to ask around if there was any Master Azan who needed helpers.

No matter what kind of job you do, it's easy to have work experience. Sha Ming because he had been an assistant to two Azan before, and soon, he was introduced by a certain card dealer to a white-clothed Azan as an assistant, the salary is not high, but it is not very important to Sha Ming, his idea is that these Azan must have connections with each other, and they have to meet the card dealer often, these card dealers know more Azan masters, and in Sha Ming's eyes are opportunities.

During the period of serving Azan in white, Sha Ming pretended to have those previous experiences that one of his friends had experienced, and told the white-clothed Azan in detail about what was going on, asking him what was going on. But this white-clothed Azan didn't know, which disappointed Sha Ming. In just two months, Sha Ming was very familiar with several famous brand dealers, and those card dealers would call him first if they wanted any cards. Sha Ming learned that there was a head descending master named Azanda Linkang, who had been practicing the Fa in the mountains for many years, and only occasionally came out to do some errands, and he had to be a very well-connected and very familiar card dealer or friend to be invited.

Sha Ming immediately became interested and asked the dealer to contact Azanda Linkang. After waiting for half a month, I finally met him in the village and town, and I was talking to a certain brand dealer, as if I was going to do something to exorcise evil spirits. When Shaming waited for them to finish talking, he told Azanda Linkang about his situation. Azandar Linkang asked him about some of his previous situation, and Sha Ming told him about Azannaji and Azan Maowu. Suddenly, when Azandar Rinkang saw the tattoo on his arm, he picked it up and looked at it carefully, and asked who had tattooed it for you. Sha Ming had no choice but to tell the truth, and when he heard the name of Azan Mao Wu, Azanda Linkang nodded, saying that they had met before.

It just so happened that Azanda Linkang lacked an assistant, so an agreement was reached that the monthly salary paid to Sha Ming was about 1,500 yuan. Sha Ming asked, "If I do well in the future, will I get a raise?" Azanda Linkang shook his head, saying that he would not come out to take over business more than three times a year, and there was no money to be made, and these salaries were also something he could barely pay, and asked Sha Ming to think about it carefully.

"No problem, I can do it. Sha Ming readily agreed. He suddenly felt that he didn't seem to be doing this all for money, but for the excitement.

Azandar Rinkang lives in eastern Myanmar, in the southern Shan State Plateau, less than 200 kilometers from the Mekong River. Most of the territory in Myanmar is deep in the mountains and dense forests, and the thatched huts of Azanda Rinkang are no different from those of Azan Mao Wu before, if you have to find a difference, it is more dilapidated. When he did it, Sha Ming found that it was harder to be an assistant to Azanda Lin Kang than to work for Azan Maowu. This master is also a head descending master, but he usually doesn't collect much extreme yin material, but he found a mass grave nearby, and the scale is not small, at least hundreds of corpses. Dating from the color of the bones that have been exhumed, Azanda Rinkang is supposed to be a refugee camp half a century ago, when Burma was in turmoil, especially in eastern Myanmar, where the Shan and Kokang regimes clashed with Burmese government forces on an almost daily basis.