"Watching Papan drink it?" I asked.

"That's right, he took several big sips when he came back from the toilet. I breathed a sigh of relief, thanked him again and again, and said that as long as there is a business to ask for a license in the future, I will try to find you.

"I just hope I don't kill Papan. Azan replied.

Fast forward to the next day, and the four of us parked at an intersection from the bus stop, from Rayong to Phichi, waiting for Papan to arrive. According to Azannuo's words yesterday afternoon, Papan was going to set off at one o'clock this afternoon, and with Papan's driving habits and speed, it should take about three and a half hours to get to Piji, that is, at half past four in the afternoon. The four of us were all sitting in Huang Chengcheng's old Mercedes-Benz, and I was in the back row with Azan JOKE, Wu Di asked what the soul descended to, and Kaohsiung told him: "It's that the person who descends is not under his control, but let the head descending division command him, let him do whatever he wants, even if he jumps off the building to commit suicide!"

Frightened Wu Enemy so much that he stuck out his tongue: "It's terrible!"

At about 4:20, Wu Di pointed to the south section of the road: "Look, isn't that car?" We looked around, and sure enough, we saw a black business car driving far away, and when it drove to about 50 meters away from us, we could already see very clearly the KOKO logo sprayed on the body. When passing by us, the speed was not fast, and I could see a person sitting in the back of the car, with short hair and curly, but I couldn't see if it was yin and yang.

Kaohsiung said: "It seems that it is that Azanfan, he came with him to inspect the goods." GLANCING AT AZAN JOKE, AZAN JOKE IMMEDIATELY CLOSED HIS EYES AND BEGAN TO CHANT MANTRAS.

This kind of soul descent is the most difficult to cultivate among all the descendants, and it is several times more powerful than the spirit descending, which can make the mid-descending person temporarily become a marionette, at the mercy of the descending master. And when the head descender is cast, he also has to temporarily enter a state similar to "out of the body", attaching his soul to the target, and his perspective is also the perspective of the descendant, which is very strange Southeast Asian witchcraft. AZAMBUDAN IS ALSO NOT PROFICIENT, BUT IT IS NOT A PROBLEM FOR AZAN JOKE.

I SAW AZAN JOKE WITH HIS EYES CLOSED, CHANTING MANTRAS IN HIS MOUTH, HOLDING HIS RIGHT HAND ON TOP OF PENMAYUYE'S HEAD, HIS LEFT HAND CLENCHED INTO A FIST HANGING OVER HIS CHEST, AND HE WAS STILL MOVING UP AND DOWN, OBVIOUSLY HITTING THE STEERING WHEEL. NOW, AZAN JOKE IS DRIVING IN PLACE OF PAPAN, AND HIS EYES ARE ALSO PAPAN'S EYES. ABOUT FIVE MINUTES LATER, AZAN JOKE SHOOK AND THREW HIMSELF FORWARD, SLAMMING INTO THE BACK OF THE FRONT SEAT. I HURRIEDLY REACHED OUT TO BLOCK IT, AND AZAN JOKE'S FOREHEAD TOUCHED MY ARM TO CUSHION IT SO AS NOT TO HURT IT.

AZAN JOKE WAS SO POWERFUL THAT IT HURT MY ARM SO HARD THAT I EVEN WONDERED IF IT WAS BROKEN. Kaohsiung immediately started the car and quickly drove in the direction of the bus stop. I arrived in a few minutes, and I saw a lot of people looking around a car on the side of the road, and some people running over one after another. Kaohsiung slowly stopped, and I saw that it was Papan's car, which was smashing diagonally into a big tree, which was very thick and directly embedded in the front of the car, which showed how fast the car was at that time. The big tree was stuck deep in, the front space of the car was squeezed, and Papan couldn't be seen. And there is still half a woman lying on the front cover of the car, the reason why it is said to be half is because this woman only has the upper body lying on the hood of the car, and the lower half of the body is sandwiched between the front of the car and the tree.

The woman was dressed in a white dress, her hair was disheveled, and she had a large black backpack still hanging from her arms, and her arms were outstretched, not moving. There was a red sun hat on the road next to me, and I could see a pool of blood at the bottom of the front of the car, and I could see something hanging in mid-air.

"Oh my God, that's the intestines......" Wu Di's eyes were sharp, and he showed a painful expression as he looked at it, as if he was about to vomit out.

There were a lot of onlookers, all of whom were discussing, the front cover of the car kept emitting white smoke, and at this time, the right rear door was kicked open, and the man in black climbed out, lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and there seemed to be blood stains, which should have been deliberately not seen by people. The man limped to the cab, first looked inside, then came to the front of the car, pulled the big black backpack hanging from the arm of the woman in the white dress, opened it, and limped towards the intersection again. Onlookers pointed at him, and someone was calling his cell phone, as if calling the police.

Kaohsiung said: "That guy must be Azanfan, I really want to drive over and kill him!" Of course, he just said that it was not good to witness so many people. Kaohsiung drove over slowly, and Azan Joke was a little delirious, unable for him to identify whether this guy was Azanfan or not. Whether he is or not, if he wants to take away the domain in the backpack, that will not work.

"When I get closer, you get out of the car and grab the black bag, and then run, and I'll answer at the next intersection. Kaohsiung turned his head sideways and said to Wu Di. He nodded hurriedly, and just drove the car over, but saw a police car driving towards with a whistle, and the man ran to the window of the police car, bowed his head and said something to the policeman sitting inside, and pointed to our car, needless to say, he was making a bad move, so that he could have a chance to get out. Sure enough, the police car stopped, and a policeman came out, pointed his hand at our car, and told us to stop as well. And the guy carried a black backpack and quickly ran into the alley on the side of the road.

I couldn't help but scold: "This bastard, it's too cunning!" Kaohsiung had to stop, and the policeman in the dark gray uniform came over and opened the car door directly, letting Kaohsiung get out of the car. After Kaohsiung and I went out, the police asked us if we had caused a car accident just now because of driving in the wrong direction, and Kaohsiung snorted: "Do you see our car is on the wrong road? Who told you that?"

The police turned around, but they didn't see the man, I said, "You have been deceived, that person we also saw just now, he stole the deceased's backpack at the scene of the car accident and has already run away!" The police then understood, apologized to us, and drove the police car to the direction of the car accident scene. Wu Di rushed in and ran into the alley, and only came back more than ten minutes later, frustrated empty-handed, saying that he couldn't find that guy.

"It's fucking weird!" Kaohsiung scolded. I also hated it so much that I wanted to hit the car glass, Kaohsiung was unwilling to drive the car, and turned around a few streets nearby, but there was no trace of that guy at all, so I had to go home.

Although we had just killed two people, we were still in a very happy mood along the way, Wu Di and I even high-five each other, and Kaohsiung even laughed from time to time, which seemed to be in a good mood. Now, a few years later, I have been reduced to a wage earner again, and when I think back to the scene, it is difficult to understand how happy I could be when we planned to kill two people. Maybe that's the power of witchcraft, it makes people think you're not actually killing, it's witchcraft that is having an effect on people, because you're not using a knife or a gun. Southeast Asian witchcraft makes people almost dilute all the guilt caused by murder in their hearts. It will even make you think that the target was not killed by witchcraft, but that they were destined for this fate, but the catastrophe has come to an end, and their lives have been summoned by hell, and have nothing to do with the caster.