Yang Wenming is not very old, not a few years older than me, but he has been following Azan in black all the year round, dealing with all kinds of tricky things, and he looks smooth and old. This person has really seen blood, which is different from the broken urging of ordinary errands.

The two of us chatted late, and he made a meal on a simple stove, nothing more than bacon and smoked fish, and the craftsmanship was not bad, and the taste was much stronger than the previous days.

After eating, I discussed with him when to go out of the mountain. He said sincerely, Boss Wang, you are also a Fa cultivator, otherwise I will be your assistant.

I was completely speechless, he actually wanted to follow me, I told him bluntly, after leaving the mountain, I have to find a way to return to China, and I can't take you.

Yang Wenming was a little regretful, sighed and said that it was not easy to find an Azan as an assistant. Although Azanyuan cultivates his head and descends, his temperament is not too weird, he is very easy to deal with, and he is very generous when he gives money, so it will be difficult to find such a boss.

I said, "Do you have to ask Azan to be your assistant, you didn't want to do something?" ”

Yang Wenming touched his head, sighed and said: "I am used to this kind of life of switching back and forth between the deep mountains and old forests and the city, and it is actually very enjoyable to be an assistant to Azan in black. If I go back to live an ordinary life like an ordinary person, it will be very boring. ”

It occurred to me that I knew Nanhua, who had been in Thailand and had a wide range of contacts, and that he might be able to provide some information to Yang Wenming. I told Yang Wenming, after leaving the mountain, I will go to Thailand first, and I will find a way to take you to meet a very energetic person, and he will arrange it for you.

Yang Wenming's eyes are different now, full of reverence, and what I said is the holy decree.

He swore that he would take care of me all the way and make sure that I was comfortable.

I smiled and told him that I don't need to be served, as long as you are the guide to bring me to Thailand.

After talking for a while, the sky gradually got dark, and I made an agreement with him to stay in the mountains for another day tomorrow and bury the bodies of Azanyuan, Zhu Qiang and the driver, so that they could not be allowed to be violently corpses in the wild, and they would soon be eaten by wild beasts.

Zhu Qiang is a senior in domestic cultivation, not to mention the merits and demerits of his life, and he can't be violent corpses in the wilderness when he dies, which is unreasonable.

Yang Wenming was convinced. He listened to me for whatever I said.

In the evening, we each rested in a thatched hut, and when we woke up in the morning, it was drenching and raining lightly. The rain in Southeast Asia makes the air humid. The rain is neither heavy nor cold, which makes the light extremely cloudy.

Yang Wenming and I came out with shovels, first went to the thatched hut in the southwest corner, found the driver's body, packed up his things, what ID card wallet, and then dug a pit on the spot and buried his body and mobile phone in it.

After burying it, I sat on the edge of the pit and chained the three-eyed yaksha. I can invoke part of the divine power of the Three-Eyed Yaksha and Jun Xiaojiao, and the Three-Eyed Yaksha is chanting the Jizo King Sutra, and I read it along, which is considered to be the undead of the driver.

I put away his ID card and returned to China in the future to see if I could find his family and report the specific reason, so that people could not die in such an unknown way. As for the money clip, he handed it over to Yang Wenming, and asked him to keep the money and gold leaves inside, which was his reward.

Yang Wenming was very excited and wanted to leave all the gold to me. I shook my head and said no, saying that he was a guide, and that he would go out all the way, and that he needed money in many ways, so he would take it.

We braved the rain into the jungle and reached the mouth of the cave where we began digging a pit to bury Azanyuan's body. In the grass, only his half-pulled head was found, and the half-pulled didn't know what beast had taken away, which was also lucky.

When I was digging a pit, Yang Wenming called me over, he was searching Zhu Qiang's body and found something strange.

I recognized it at a glance, it was the Demon Suppression Talisman of the Nine Generals Gate, which was originally nailed to my back and later removed.

I held it in my hand and poured a little mana into it, and the texture on it actually turned on and off. Yang Wenming exclaimed: "This is a magic weapon." ”

I nodded. The Demon Suppression Talisman is extremely domineering, whether it is a monk who corrects the law, or an Azan wizard who cultivates the black law, it can restrain the mana and can't come out.

I expected that it would be impossible for an evil sect like the Nine Generals Sect to make this kind of magic weapon, and it must have been left by a master cultivator very early.

In the hands of whom, in the hands of Zhu Qiang, it can deal with decent people, and in my hands it can suppress the evil demons. I put away the demon suppression talisman and searched Zhu Qiang's body, he was really a master of cultivation, he had nothing on him, not even money.

When I was cleaning up the body, the rain in the forest was getting heavier and heavier, and I was soaking wet, I wiped my face, and at this moment Yang Wenming suddenly said: "Boss Wang, look what this is!" ”

I squatted in front of Zhu Qiang's body to check, and when Yang Wenming was carrying the body just now, he tore off his collar, revealing Zhu Qiang's neck.

There was a layer of black hair on Zhu Qiang's neck, which was a little prickly to the touch, and it was particularly hard.

I quickly tore open his clothes, only to see that his body had grown such a short black hair at some point, covering almost the entire surface of the skin.

I was still wondering, Yang Wenming's face changed greatly, and he knelt on the ground, kowtowing to Zhu Qiang's corpse, trembling.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Yang Wenming said in a panic: "This, this is a corpse change." I've heard Azanyuan say that after the sorcerer who cultivates the black method dies, his resentment will not go away, and it is easy to become a corpse spirit or a mountain spirit, all of them are monsters! ”

I asked him what he should do.

Yang Wenming hurriedly said: "It's best to burn it, and it's okay to bury it deeply, but you can't just throw it outside." ”

I look at the sky, it's cloudy, it's raining, it's a bit unrealistic to burn corpses in this weather. To tell the truth, there is no gasoline here, only matches, and the corpses do not burn at all. The plot in the TV series that you can burn the corpse with a random match, is completely unreasonable, the human body is actually difficult to burn, 70% of it is water, in order to fully burn, you must need equipment like a crematorium, and the fire can reach thousands of degrees.

Looking at Zhu Qiang's corpse, I faintly felt a little uneasy, but the barren mountains and mountains buried it deeply, it should be fine. Who can dig up the body later? Besides, I can't find it if I want to dig it.

The rain became heavier and heavier, and a layer of black fog rose around him, and Yang Wenming's face turned white with fright, and he looked at the corpse on the ground tremblingly. I saw that the black hair on Zhu Qiang's corpse was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a layer of black moss.

I had a strong sense of uneasiness, and beckoned Yang Wenming to hurry up and dig the pit. After the heavy rain, the ground was soft, and we quickly dug a pit of more than two meters, and he and I raised our heads and feet one by one, and threw Zhu Qiang into the pit.

I was about to bury it, when Yang Wenming dragged Azanyuan's body over and threw it into the pit together. I shouted, "No." ”

But it was too late, and both bodies fell into the depths of the pit, stacked on top of each other.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

I shook my head, feeling inappropriate, but I couldn't say how inappropriate. Since it has been thrown down, it can't be jumped down and moved up again, so it can only be buried with Yang Wenming, and soon this pit will be filled.

I stood on the edge of the pit panting, looking at the renovated ground, thinking that this is Zhu Qiang, the predecessor of the domestic qigong world, the first batch of atmospheric gong masters in the 80s, and the current leader of the cultivation circle...... It's so unclear, he died in the deep mountains and old forests of Laos. That's fate!

I sighed, mourned for a while, and came back with Yang Wenming in the rain. We took off our wet clothes, and we were all men anyway, and we all sat naked and sat in the thatched hut.

No one spoke, just looked at the heavy rain outside. The atmosphere was oppressive.

Yang Wenming lay on his side on the ground, wearing a clean coat and dozing off, and I sat in the corner of the room and meditated silently.

The sky was getting darker, and it was darker. Suddenly, there was a knock on the wooden door of the thatched house.

I opened my eyes, Yang Wenming also got up, we looked at each other, his face was as pale as paper, and he stumbled and said, "Who, who will come, will it be a corpse...... Lived? ”

I frowned: "Look at the way you are afraid, if the corpse is really alive, will it knock on the door so rhythmically?" ”

There was a knock on the door outside.

Yang Wenming reacted at this time, and went over to open the door, and there was a person standing outside, dressed in a very strange costume, wearing an army-green vest, a hat on his head, and a rifle hanging diagonally on his back.

When Yang Wenming saw this person, he swallowed his saliva and greeted this person in Southeast Asian.

"Who is this?" I asked.

Yang Wenming hurriedly let in the door, the man picked up the hat full of rain, and sat by the door panting, as if he had walked a long mountain road.

Yang Wenming came to me and whispered, "This man's name is Song Khan, he is Vietnamese, and he is now a lieutenant in that private army. How did you forget him, he came to deliver the corpse. ”

"Send a corpse?" I wondered.

Yang Wenming said: "The source of the corpse that Azanyuan is seeking is provided by that armed organization, and every three days, they will send Song Gan to deliver the corpse. ”

I came to Song Khan, and Yang Wenming introduced me to him in Southeast Asian.

Song Gan stood up, this man was short and thin, he looked like a mountain monkey, but his eyes were shining, and at first glance he was an old soldier who had been baptized on the battlefield for a long time, and I could intuitively feel that he had killed people.

As soon as he said a word, Yang Wenming swallowed his saliva and translated for me: "Song Gan said, it doesn't matter who the boss is, since the corpse is here, you have to pay, otherwise you will be welcome!" ”

。 Nine Heavenly God Emperors