Under Xiao Ruo's guidance, me, the fat man, and Lao Bi took Tangjue's mother and son and left the underground altar of the Ancient Shadow Kingdom through another secret passage. She gave us the closest route back to the city before waving goodbye to us.

Walking to the ground, the noon sun pierced my eyes, making me suddenly a little dizzy, and I felt like I was in a different world.

Looking back, Gati Village had been left far behind us, and when we looked ahead, a crooked path appeared not far away.

This place is extremely hidden, and judging by the topography in front of us, it is obviously different from the shortcut that Tang Jue took us before, and it should be a more secret passage.

We followed the route provided by Xiao Ruo and walked forward for about two or three kilometers on the mountain road, and finally came to the crooked path. As the road smoothed and continued to move forward, the long-lost village finally appeared, and the number of people gradually increased.

We walked into the village to ask for water, and then we finally found a tractor willing to earn extra money, and we staggered all the way around until we finally came to a small station called Meng Xiang.

There are only two buses a day to Yangon, so you need to wait. Where can we afford to wait, find a taxi, negotiate the price, sit back and go to sleep.

Me and the fat man, two out-of-town tourists, plus Tang Jue's wife and children and a fat bird, no matter how you look at it, it is a strange combination. But you can't stop the money from giving more, and having money can make the ghost grind, this truth is the same all over the world.

When I was woken up by the driver, I found that I had returned to my home in Tangjue, downtown Yangon, and it was already dark. Looking at the endless crowd on the street and the noise of traffic in my ears, I felt the urge to cry.

Why the world of flowers is desirable because it's so real!

The fat man and I retrieved the mobile phone from Tang Jue's house, and in addition to a message from Boss Qin, there were also several text messages from Fan Pei.

The last one, seven or eight hours before now, said she had symptoms of a miscarriage and had been taken by Ruby to the Royal Asian Medical Centre, the best hospital in Yangon.

If we can't find anyone back at the hotel, we can come directly to the hospital. Fan Pei said that the bleeding made him very scared, even with Ruby's company, he was even more worried about our safety, and asked us to reply to the message and report our safety.

The previous information was nothing more than asking us how things were going, and I omitted it.

Knowing that Fan Pei had arrived at the hospital, my heart with the fat man was relieved, because her symptoms were the same as what Xiao Ruo said, and there should be no life-threatening situation.

Except for enough to take a taxi, we gave all the Burmese dollars we had on us to Don Jue's wife.

I told her that all the bad people taught by the maid had been cleaned up, and that Tangjue's blood had not been shed in vain, and that their mother and son would not be harassed again, and that they should take good care of their children and live well.

Bidding farewell to Tangjue's wife and children, I summoned a taxi with the fat man and Lao Bi and rushed to the hospital where Fan Pei was located.

Myanmar is one of the least developed and impoverished regions in the world, with few hospitals, few medical equipment, few medical staff, a large number of patients, and a poor environment.

But it turned out that all this was just a concept in my imagination, or rather, it was only a public hospital. When we walked through the doors of the Royal Asian Medical Centre, we were completely stunned by what we saw.

The resplendent halls, the huge crystal chandeliers, the marble floors that have been wiped so that even flies can't stand on their feet, the medical staff in their suits, everything is in order, and everyone has a kind smile on their faces.

At that time, it was 2013, and most of the hospitals in China were still in a state of manual registration and semi-manual operation, and here was already a self-treatment with all touch screens.

Seeing us walk in, two little girls in nurse uniforms quickly greeted us, first asking in English, and then changing to fluent Chinese, making people feel less like a hospital and more like a luxury star hotel.

I called Fan Pei, and it was Ruby who answered, and she said that Fan Pei had completed the operation and was currently asleep, and told us the floor and room number of the ward.

Due to the large area of the Royal Medical Center and the signs on the walls are all in English and Burmese, thanks to Lao Bi, we finally found the ward where Fan Pei was located.

It may be that Fan Pei's face is very pale after the operation, as if he has a serious illness, but he still can't hide his joy when he sees us coming.

She told me that at noon today, she suddenly started to have a stomachache accompanied by bleeding. Fan Pei is an unmarried girl, but she has read a lot of books about pregnancy before and knows that it should be a miscarriage.

When we contacted us, the phone went through, but no one answered. Although Fan Pei was also scared, she still made a decision and let Ruby send her to the hospital as soon as possible. After diagnosis, she guessed correctly, she did have a miscarriage.

After the uterine evacuation operation, she kept a special eye and instructed the nurse to save the fetus that she had lost. This kind of thing is normal in itself, and with the high tip given, the nurse is naturally willing to cooperate.

And Fan Pei found that after the operation was completed, the spider mark on his foot also mysteriously disappeared together.

I nodded, and told Fan Pei and Ruby everything that happened on this trip in as much detail as possible, and the two of them were amazed.

Especially after seeing the black fire mark that appeared out of thin air in the palm of my left hand, I was even more surprised and speechless.

Knowing that he was finally fine, Fan Pei's tears flowed. Many days of grievances and anxiety have already driven this official lady crazy, and now all her emotions have turned into tears.

She thanked us again and again, and seemed to be very unhappy about our risk, saying that if there was anything that could help in the future, she would just say it.

I waved my hand and said Miss Fan, you are our customer, and it is our job to satisfy you. put a pen in front of her, showing professional ethics.

It's not over yet, because there's still an aftermath to be done.

I took the demon fetus that Fan Pei had surgically removed, it was wrapped in a small bag by the nurse, and I took a sneak peek, it was not yet formed, but it was just a mass of blood.

The fat man and I took this mass to a secluded place with few people, pasted two ignition charms on it, and burned it on the spot. Under the blue light, black smoke rushed into the sky, and the stench was so foul that it seemed that there was a ghost crying wolf.

After the object had turned into a mass of black ash, we carefully buried it in the ground, and poured the child's urine mixed with incense ash on the new soil, and the matter finally came to an end.

Xiao Ruo told me that not everyone who is bewitched by the deception of the flawed dream will conceive a demon fetus, but people who do not reject the same sex. Even herself.

Lust refers to the normal love between the opposite sex as the present, and the love between the same sex as the extreme. It is precisely through the power of the pole of same-sex love that it perpetuates its evil power.

As a little brother with an extremely normal orientation, although I can't accept it myself, I can't say that something objectively exists is right or wrong.

But I believe that after such an ordeal, whether it is Fan Pei or Xiao Ruo, they have paid a high price, and I hope everyone can get the lessons they deserve.

In this world, everything has a price. It seems that the avenue is invisible, and there is no shadow like red dust......