Near the capital of Siam, there is an almost primeval forest on the banks of the Chao Phraya River, and a simple thatched hut is built deep in the forest.

Although Siam is only a poor and backward small country in the world, its capital is very prosperous and developed, and it is like a place behind the prosperity, which is extraordinarily quiet.

Outside the door of the thatched hut is a huge linden tree, the canopy of which seems to reach into the sky, and the branches are lush and green.

It is said that the Buddha Shakya is the fruit of cultivation under the Bodhi tree, which is regarded as a sacred tree by Buddhism, and at this time under the Bodhi tree is sitting an old man dressed in linen clothes of unknown color, his long curly hair, untended and messy, only revealing an old face covered with ravines, and his dark skin makes him look like a black man, but he is actually just an old Siamese.

A Caucasian man in a luxurious suit with a civilized cane in his hand, gently wiping the sweat beads on his forehead from time to time with a handkerchief, it seems that his image should appear more in idol dramas to play the rich and powerful male number two, rather than walking in this primeval forest with mud spots on his shoes and trouser legs like now.

He wasn't tall, but he was stocky, and his face was somewhat similar to Avril's.

Behind him were several tall bodyguards, black, white, and yellow, but no matter what skin color, they all had a common characteristic, that is, they were tough!

The bodyguards were all tense, following the man closely, guarding against any danger that might arise at any time.

In front of him was a shriveled black and thin Asian man, who led the way respectfully, like a loyal dog.

"Ye Feng, how long is it going to arrive, the environment here is simply terrible, you should have made it clear in advance!" The Caucasian man complained very dissatisfied, this was because he still needed the shriveled black and thin Asian man Ye Feng, otherwise he would have been unable to help scolding.

Ye Feng, who has the name of a male protagonist but is obscene, is full of smiling faces: "Mr. Jones, they all complain about me, they all complain about me, they will be there soon-hey!" It's time to arrive! It's this linden tree! That's where my wife learned to bow her head from Master Pakse! ”

"Oh? Nice, it's finally here. Mr. Jones used his handkerchief to ward off the mosquitoes that were chasing him, and a smile of anticipation appeared on his face.

Master Pakse, who is said to be one of the most powerful head bearers in Siam, is not self-appointed, but recognized.

Originally, Mr. Jones couldn't contact him directly, after all, Master Pakse was also an outsider, but Mr. Jones had previously bribed Master Pase's disciple Chen Yaping on Treasure Island, and Chen Yaping died in the line of duty, which was justified.

"This ...... It must be the Pakse master, right? Ye Feng saw the old man in sackcloth sitting under the Bodhi tree and asked tentatively.

To be honest, he wasn't sure if this was the Pakse master, after all, this old man looked like an old beggar, with curly hair on his head, his linen clothes couldn't see the original color, and he was still showing half of his black and thin shoulders, and his bare feet were stepping on straw sandals.

But there is only one old man around, and Ye Feng can only ask tentatively, what if he is the Pase master.

"Wouldn't it? Is he a Pakse master? "Mr. Jones was particularly disappointed to see Master Pakse, how could this be a master?

Mr. Jones was well-informed, but it was the first time he had seen such a raunchy master, and if this old man sat on the streets of the city, he would throw money at least eight out of ten people to him, and there was no way, it seemed so evil.

In fact, Mr. Jones's words were very quiet, at least he still understood the human feelings, but he didn't expect that Master Pakse's ears were extremely sensitive, so he actually listened, but Master Pakse was expressionless, and his eyes were closed as if he was asleep.

"Master Pakse?" Ye Feng hesitated, and said tentatively and respectfully: "I am Ye Feng, the husband of your disciple Chen Yaping, and I have come to visit your old man!" ”

Hearing him say this, Master Pase lifted his eyelids a little and glanced at Ye Feng: "You are Pingping's husband?" ”

For some reason, hearing this title, Ye Feng always felt that his wife might have a leg with Master Pase......

But now is not the time to worry about this, Ye Feng doesn't dare to worry about Master Pase, he has seen the terrible things of his wife, not to mention Master Pase who taught his wife the technique of lowering his head? In Ye Feng's heart, every head descender is a madman who can't be provoked.

"Pakse Master!" Ye Feng knelt on the ground with a "poof", tears came as soon as he said it, and he choked up: "My wife was killed!" Woo, it's a miserable death! She was twisted her neck alive, and her head and neck were 90 degrees, woo woo......"

"What?" Master Pakse's eyes widened suddenly, and the two eyeballs, which seemed to have no whites, radiated a chilling light that breathed the soul.

"It's true, please keep an eye on it!" Mr. Jones interjected at the right time, and showed a photograph to Master Pakse.

On the photo, it is the photo of the corpse of Master Chen who was choked off by Bei Long, Master Chen's body has been in the hands of the Huaxia military, but somehow there is still a photo in the hands of Mr. Jones, it is conceivable that Mr. Jones also has considerable power in Huaxia.

"Pingping has already obtained my true inheritance, at least I have three things, how could someone break my neck?" After the Pakse master's face changed a few times, he became gloomy and asked in a cold voice, his voice was like scraping glass with his fingernails, which made people feel very uncomfortable to listen to.

"It was I who asked her to help catch someone, she was about to succeed, but she didn't expect to meet a man from the Huaxia Heavenly Dao Camp." Mr. Jones said and took out another photo with his other hand, it was Bei Long: "His name is Bei Long, it is said that he may have a connection with the mercenary organization Fire Phoenix Dynasty, and his skills are very powerful, and Master Chen Yaping unfortunately died in his hands." ”

Master Pase took a deep look at the photo, as if he wanted to engrave all the appearance of Bei Long in his mind.

"He's already dead." Master Pakse took the photo and tore it to shreds casually - it's unprofessional if you don't tear it!

"Master Pakse, please rest assured, we will definitely do our best to cooperate with you." Mr. Jones's eyebrows fluttered, but he showed embarrassment: "It's just that Master Pakse is the first time we have contact after all, it's not that we don't believe you, we just want to open our eyes, I heard that you are the first-class big head descender in Siam, I don't know if it's convenient for you to let us see the world?" ”

Although Mr. Jones spoke appropriately, Master Pakse snorted coldly: "Are you sure? ”

"Sure, surely, surely!" Mr. Jones actually said a witty remark very relaxedly.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, suddenly several tall bodyguards behind him collectively screamed, which startled Mr. Jones - you must know that these bodyguards are all iron-beaten men, the kind that Tintin can run horses and stand on people, and they will scream miserably, how painful it must be!

When Mr. Jones looked back, he saw several bodyguards rolling on the ground, kneeling on the ground with their heads in their hands and crying, or holding the trunk of a large tree and banging their heads against the tree...... All in all, they are all painful daring feet.

"What's wrong with them?" Mr. Jones's face was pale, and he still didn't know what combat power his own bodyguards were?

They were all first-class mercenaries specially trained from Siberia, and all of them were masters who could tear apart tigers and leopards, but now they looked like a group of addicts who had a seizure.

Suddenly, a black bodyguard let go of his head and turned his back to the sky, only to see that from his eyes, nostrils, mouth, ears, and eyes, which are commonly known as the seven orifices, there were insects gushing out, which was really gushing out, and the insects looked very strange, like centipedes not centipedes, like scorpions not scorpions, like spiders not spiders......

"Fack!" Mr. Jones took a few steps back in fright, lest he catch the strange bugs.

And the black bodyguard is just the beginning, he is not dead yet, his hands are desperately tearing his clothes, tearing all the suits and shirts in threes and twos, revealing his muscular body.

Then Mr. Jones saw that there seemed to be a lot of squirming in his body, and the skin was constantly bulging and bulging.

Just as Mr. Jones wanted to take a closer look, suddenly "poof", and the black bodyguard's skin burst open.

Strange insects poured out of his stomach like a tide, and the internal organs of the black bodyguards also flowed out, but the amazing thing was that they were all full of holes, as if they were eaten by strange insects, and his body didn't know when it became a terrifying insect nest!

"Ah......" Mr. Jones collapsed to the ground with his legs weakened, and tried to escape, but could not make any effort.

The black bodyguard was the first, but not the last, and the four bodyguards brought by Mr. Jones all followed in the footsteps of the black bodyguard.

Four big living people who were alive and well a moment ago died in the blink of an eye, and they died so horribly and horribly that Mr. Jones was simply frightened.

Could it be that this is the head lowering technique of the Great Head Descending Master, it is really too evil and terrifying...... Mr. Jones is not an ordinary person after all, he immediately thought of it as soon as his mind turned, looking at the corpses of the four bodyguards, it was obvious that they were not just dropped.

If Mr. Jones was not mistaken, from the moment they appeared in front of Master Pakse, Master Pakse had already bowed down to them.

Mr. Jones never took his eyes off the Pakse master, but he didn't even see when the Pakse master bowed his head.

What's even more terrifying is that he just muttered in disappointment at the time, and he was killed by such a terrifying killing by the Pakse master, this Pakse master is simply a murderous maniac, and he will kill people if he doesn't agree with him!

(To be continued.) )

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