When you enter the door, you will find an elevator, and the buttons on the walls will be used for I don't know how many years, and the numbers will be handwritten with scotch tape on them, all of which are crooked. It was dark and damp inside, and the walls were no longer visible in their original color, they were black. I asked how many floors I went up, and Kaohsiung said, "Twelfth floor." "I had just pressed the button with "12" written on it, but Kaohsiung walked to the stairwell.

Huang Chengcheng asked, "Boss Gao, why don't we take the elevator?" I smiled and said that he must want to lose weight.

The elevator door opened, and Kaohsiung said as he climbed the stairs: "If you don't want to fall down halfway, I'll let you go." Huang Chengcheng and I looked at each other, and at the same time withdrew the leg that had stepped out, and followed Kaohsiung's ass up the stairs as well. The twelfth floor is not high, and it is not short to say that it is short, but fortunately, the lifting frame is not so high, and it is also so tired that Huang Chengcheng and I gasped. I have never seen this type of apartment building in China, Chinese buildings, each floor has a corridor or foyer, plus a few independent doors, and each floor of this apartment has a large platform, and there are high and low stairs around the platform, mixed with many residents' doors, completely irregular, as if they were built at random. This pattern has only been seen in movies before, much like the old Kowloon Walled City in Hong Kong.

On the way, I saw a lot of scenery on various floors, some people sat at the top of the stairs, pretending to read a newspaper in their hands, and when they saw someone passing by, they immediately stared at us with alert eyes, until they went upstairs, probably letting off steam; through the small air window on the door, I could see two young women in the room hugging each other and kissing, and some people did not shy away from passing by; I saw a lot of soda tanks and fish and shrimp boxes on the ground, and many people gathered around to buy them; I also saw several square tables, all full of people, playing mahjong or playing cards.

"This place is really messy, Boss Tian, you have to be more careful. Huang Chengcheng whispered. I saw that he seemed more nervous than I was, and I wondered who he was reminding. No matter how chaotic this place is, it is also a residential area, and if there is Kaohsiung leading the way, he must be familiar with it.

Coming to the twelfth floor, under the leadership of Kaohsiung, we walked through the platform, turned a few more corners, and finally came to a quieter alley, Kaohsiung walked to the innermost iron gate, stretched out his hand and smashed it a few times. Half a minute later, the small air window on the door was opened, revealing a pair of shining eyes, I don't know how dark this person's skin is, except that the skin around the eyes is swarthy, I thought to myself, is it a black man? Seeing that it was Kaohsiung, this person swept me and Huang Chengcheng left and right, closed the air window, and did not move for a long time. I was just about to ask what was going on, but when I saw Kaohsiung take out a cigar and light it, I didn't seem to be in a hurry at all.

The iron door was finally opened, and there was a man standing at the door, not tall, wearing a black shirt and black pants, and black sandals on his feet, relatively thin, and his hair was unkempt and unkempt for a long time. This is not black, although the skin is a little dark, but the eye circles are like giant pandas, no wonder you can't see the skin beyond the eyes outside the door.

When I entered the house, I first smelled a fishy smell, and then there was a smell of chicken manure. The house is very messy, there are a lot of chicken coops piled up in the corner, which are full of live roosters, and there are two plastic barrels on the opposite wall, which make fluttering sounds from time to time, but when you get closer, it is fresh fish. When I was surprised, I suddenly saw a large round cage made of bamboo strips in the other corner, which I have never seen in the countryside, and there seemed to be white flowers moving around in it.

This person looked at Huang Chengcheng and me unkindly, and said a few words of Thai to Kaohsiung. Huang Chengcheng also interjected in Thai, and as soon as he said half a sentence, he was interrupted by Kaohsiung's signal, and he immediately stopped talking. While Kaohsiung was talking to the black-eyed man in a low voice in the corner, Huang Chengcheng and I coincidentally leaned over to look at the round cage, and there were actually a few little piglets inside, all fat and white, less than a month at most, arching back and forth very cute. I thought to myself, is this the legendary pig cage?

"Boss Tian, is Boss Gao here to relieve me?" Huang Chengcheng lowered his voice, "He seems to have come to buy something on the way, this person is a fish guy." ”

I peeked at the two of them and didn't pay attention, and replied, "Probably not, Boss Gao is not so boring." This person may also be Master Azan, don't think about it. ”

Huang Chengcheng said: "Even if it is, I'm afraid this master doesn't have any mana, he also sells fish and chicken, how powerful can he be?"

I didn't understand too much, so I pretended to be an expert and replied: "Not necessarily, I heard that there are many really powerful masters in Southeast Asia who are very low-key, and they don't all make a living by blessing Buddha cards, thorn charms or doing things, and some are even very poor, just like the hidden monks in China, who have reached a certain level." Huang Chengcheng thought about it and nodded and said it made sense.

At this time, Kaohsiung came over smoking a cigar and told us that this is Master Azanpasong, who specializes in black methods, and is very good at unlowering the head and falling. He's worshipping the imp just now, and he's not done yet, so we'll have to wait for a while. When I heard the word "worship the little ghosts", I didn't pay much attention to it, thinking that it was nothing more than what kind of gods and goddesses these Thai practitioners believed, such as the worship of Lu Zu for the cultivators, and the worship of Tang Minghuang for the singing.

The black-eyed master ignored us, rolled up his sleeves, fished a writhing carp out of the plastic bucket, and walked into the inner room. The door of the house was not closed, and the black-eyed master Azanbasong didn't seem to shy away from us, I was curious, and walked to the angle of the back room, leaning in front of a few large cardboard boxes, Huang Chengcheng was obviously also curious, pretending to follow me and stand beside me.

Master Azampa Song put the fresh fish on the table, took out something wrapped in a red cloth from the wooden cabinet in the back room, carefully placed it on the ground, and opened the red cloth, and there was a black thing inside, about half a foot long, because it was far away, and it was impossible to see what it was. Azambasong picked up the fish from the table again and took a big bite on it. Before I could express my surprise, Huang Chengcheng had already opened his mouth wide and let out a soft "ah" sound. Azampa Song took a big bite of the fish, then turned his head and pulled it off hard, the fish was still writhing, and then Azam Basong took a few more bites of the torn off fish, biting off the scales and skin, leaving only clean meat.

In the surprised expressions of Huang Chengcheng and I, Azan Basong respectfully spread the piece of fish on top of the black thing, and then bit off a few pieces of net fish meat in the same way and arranged them neatly. He walked out of the back room, and Huang Chengcheng and I hurriedly pretended to look away. Ignoring the two of us, he threw the mutilated fish in the garbage basket in the corner, spit out the scales from his mouth, bent down to open the coop, and reached out to grab the base of a rooster's wing.