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I picked up the book from the ground and flipped through it carefully, and all the pages were soaked with water, and the words in it were spent. These words were already a little muddy, and they were soaked in water, and the black paint on them was soaked up, and they were even more illegible.

My heart is on fire, my whole face is burned red, Lao Tzu spent so much effort, and even laid out the risk to kill people, it took a lot of effort to get such a thing, so you can spoil it casually.

I slowly looked at the Japanese lying on the ground, this Japanese man was really beaten, and he was knocked down by the heavy blow I had just made, and he actually woke up again, clutching his throat and getting up. He wasn't afraid of me, but he still had a sense of eagerness, and the look in his eyes was definitely not normal.

I flipped through the old books that were soaked in a pile of waste paper, laughed weirdly, and said slowly: "Do you know that you have made a big mistake? ”

"Yaga!" The Japanese screamed and rushed over again. Now Jun Xiaojiao is on my body, and the force is bursting, and at the moment when he pounces, I suddenly stepped forward and kicked him in the chest. The Japanese were kicked out and flew out for two meters in the air before they landed, fell to the ground, and smashed up a cloud of dust.

I was full of blood, I didn't expect that beating people would feel so cool, I have lived for more than 20 years, I didn't expect to beat people so happily, cool! And in this ghost place, it is not illegal to beat people casually and kill people. An emotion rippled in my heart, and it really came out of murder.

As soon as this thought came out, I felt that it was inappropriate, that I could not kill, that I could not kill, and this thought swirled in my mind. But another thought is saying, this person deserves to die, this Japanese is absolutely mentally ill, mentally ill, he doesn't know how many people he has killed in this murderous cave, how many girls he has ruined, killing the wicked is doing good, he deserves to die, there is nothing wrong with killing!

I stood there, tormented by two thoughts, my hands clenched slowly, and by the time I realized that something was wrong, it was too late, and I held the ancient book in my hand. This book was already wet, the pages were soft, and I held it like this, which is good, it has become a pile of hand paper.

The hatred in my heart rushed to the top beam door, I couldn't control it, looking at the Japanese lying on the ground, my hands were trembling, kill him, kill him.

I took a deep breath and made up my mind, and was about to walk over, when suddenly I felt a burning palm in my hand, and when I looked down, my palm was stained with some black paint from an ancient book, sticking there like a font.

I tried to rub it with my other hand, but I couldn't get rid of it, so I staggered my hands and rubbed hard, and the black mass grew bigger and bigger, until it expanded to the entire palm. I was suspicious in my heart, and I used my mana to urge my palm, and as soon as the mana touched the black, my brain buzzed.

You can feel that this black mass seems to contain a lot of energy! I can't tell what it is, it's like a complex emotion, a signal.

My mana seems to have explored an unfathomable door.

I didn't dare to move for a while, so I quickly picked up the clothes on the ground and put them on. Now the most important thing is to find a place where I can retreat, and I have to digest the signal energy from above.

My heart was racing, and I seemed to have found the right way to open this book, not for people to read, but to feel it directly with mana.

After getting dressed, I went back to the bathhouse, which was foggy, and in the depths of the mist came the laughter of Yang Wenming and several women, I heard it red-faced and red-eared, and yelled: "Old Yang, stop playing, come out quickly!" ”

Yang Wenming laughed inside: "Boss Wang, you also come over to have fun, I also left two for you." ”

I sneered: "There are no security measures here, you really dare to play." Do you know where these women come from? ”

Yang Wenming was obviously stunned, and then smiled: "Boss Wang, you are too worried, these girls are obviously sent by them to treat us." Don't worry, I'm Iron King Kong, I haven't played anywhere in Southeast Asia, as long as they're not afraid of getting sick. ”

Since he said so, I can't say anything, he likes to play here. Now without further ado, you have to find a place to retreat and feel what the signal is in the palm of your hand.

I came out of the bathhouse and saw Nguyen Xiang Quook coming, he was taking a few soldiers with him. Ruan Xiangguo looked at the Japanese lying on the ground, waved his hand, and a few soldiers dragged the Japanese on the ground, and the Japanese still had a breath, but they fell into a coma, no different from a dead pig.

Ruan Xiangguo had a gloomy face: "Mr. Wang, we kindly invited you to take a bath, what are you doing here, why are you hurting our people?" ”

I coughed and said, "He's going to beat him up if he's not allowed to rummage through my stuff." ”

Ruan Xiangguo did not continue to talk and looked into the bathhouse, where the laughter of Yang Wenming and the woman could be heard. Ruan Xiangguo said: "Mr. Wang, are you not interested in women? ”

"It's dirty." I say.

Ruan Xiangguo smiled: "We have a chick here, fourteen years old without personnel, guarantee the first time." Delivered to Mr. Wang's room tonight. ”

I waved my hand: "No, I'm not here to go to a nightclub." I would like to ask, when exactly will you be paid? ”

Ruan Xiangguo smiled a little playfully: "Don't worry, the female corpse you brought has been sent to the general, he needs to take a look, and he will pay tomorrow morning if he is sure that it is correct." ”

He said a word of Southeast Asian to his subordinates, and two soldiers guarded the door of the bathhouse with guns, so that Yang Wenming inside could play with peace of mind. He patted me on the shoulder: "Come, Mr. Wang, I will pick up the wind for you at night, and there will be beautiful women to accompany you during the banquet." ”

He winked at me: "It's my sister, she's not dirty, it's up to you to take her down." ”

I was so disgusted that I wanted to refuse but couldn't, and I had to bow my head under the low eaves. No matter how good my ability is, it is impossible for me to kill it alone, I can only take one step at a time and see one step at a time.

Ruan Xiangguo took me out of the bathhouse, now it is the sunset, the sky is hung with red and red clouds, the temperature in the mountains is neither hot nor cold, with a slight hint of cool breeze, the wind blows all over the mountain leaves, I stand there and feel the cool breeze blowing on my face, I really have a bit of the carefree feeling of childhood.

This place was originally a small mountain village in a paradise, and it was really tyrannical to be occupied by this garbage.

I followed Ruan Xiangguo to a large thatched hut, which was very large, and there was a long table full of all kinds of dishes, as well as melons, fruits, pears, and peaches. A lot of decent people came in from the outside, most of them were dark-faced, short-stated, and strange-looking, and they looked like Southeast Asians.

Nguyen Xiang Quoc beckoned them to take their seats. He whispered to me that these people were guests in the mountains, representatives of other armed forces.

Deep in the mountains of Laos, close to the border of the three countries, the composition of personnel is complex, and there are many living bandits who occupy the mountains, and as long as there is no conflict of interest, everyone can sit down and form an alliance.

I'm being entertained now, and being able to eat with them is also a guest in the team.

The crowd took their seats. The people who served everyone to dinner were women, dressed in tulle clothes and with long black hair, who served wine from glass to bottle to the guests. I was also filled.

These guests looked like thugs one by one, and they had to pretend to be polite, and they smiled with wine glasses, pretending to be quite self-contained.

Nguyen Xiangguo stood up, touched his glass with a spoon, made a "bell, bell", greeted him in Southeast Asian, and everyone looked at him with wine glasses.

Ruan Xiangguo was giving a speech, I couldn't understand a word, and after finishing speaking, everyone took the wine and drank it all, and I was also a guest, so I could only drink a glass with it.

After putting down the wine glass, Ruan Xiangguo said another word, and the guests exchanged their heads and whispered something. Seeing that I was embarrassed, Ruan Xiangguo winked at me and said a little mischievously: "Mr. Wang, I told them that the last big dish is a specialty in our mountains, let them enjoy it, and you can also take a look." ”

I nodded, and responded with a smile: "Looking forward to it." ”

Ruan Xiangguo greeted, and after a short time, he heard the footsteps of several people outside. I wondered what kind of dish this was, and why so many people had to serve it. The curtain was lifted at the door, and four women came in from outside, two in the front and two in the back, carrying a huge tray. It looked very heavy, and it was a bit difficult for these four people to carry it.

The tray was covered with a large round lid that covered the contents and looked like a huge turkey in size. I'm a little curious, is it possible that this poor mountain also celebrates Thanksgiving in the West? How do you eat turkey? It's really a roast bun, and eating turkey from Europe in the deep mountains and old forests of Southeast Asia shows that you are rich.

The four women stopped at the long table, and the guests looked at each other with smiles.

Nguyen walked there quickly, came to the tray, clapped his hands and said something in Southeast Asian. Then, he pinched the handle of the lid and lifted it up gently. As he spoke, steam bubbled out of the gap between the tray and the lid, and a pungent fragrance permeated the dining room.

I moved my nose and smelled it, the smell was hard to describe, a bit like meat, and a little fatty, very strange.

At this point, the whole lid was lifted, and everyone's eyes were firmly attached to the tray. No one in the huge room spoke, and a needle could hear it.

I saw a little girl kneeling on the tray, thin, with long hair, kneeling there motionless, with steam churning around her, as if she had been steamed.