The car they were riding in was covered with a thick film on the glass, and it was almost impossible to see what was going on outside.

Sun Yang could only rely on his own feelings, silently remembering the road they passed.

It was a high-grade highway near the Qingkong port, but it didn't take long to turn onto an ordinary highway, and after about half an hour, the car suddenly began to bump, Sun Yang looked out of the car and found that he had walked on a rugged mountain road.

"Where are we going now?" He asked the old man who called himself Song He, but the other party closed his eyes, as if he had fallen asleep.

The condition of this mountain road is very bad, and Sun Yang feels that they are traveling through the dense forest to the north, but this is already the northernmost point of Thailand, are they going to sneak across the border to Burma?

There was a section of road that could hardly be called a road, like walking directly on the gentle slope of those mudslides washed out of the flash torrent in the forest, and just as Sun Yang was about to speak again, he suddenly felt the car he had made vibrate, and then flew straight up.

He looked out and saw that they were now being carried in the hands of a huge ghostly creature across the deep canyon between the two mountains.

After about ten minutes, they returned to a rugged mountain road, and Sun Yang guessed that they should have crossed the border between Thailand and Myanmar and entered Burma, but there was no place to confirm it.

They bumped the car for two or three hours, and the road finally smoothed out a little again, and soon after, they drove into a small town.

It was already early in the morning, and the town was dark and quiet.

"Get out of the car." Song He, who didn't speak all the way, said.

"What is this place?" Sun Yang asked.

Song He replied, "You'll know later." ”

The town didn't look much different from any other town of its size in Great Xia, and the closed shops on the streets were even written in two languages, the only difference being the tropical plants with wide leaves, the hot and humid climate, and the militia that came to meet them with loaded guns.

Sun Yang didn't know what he should do, so he had to stand next to the car, and he saw the militia moving heavy boxes from the back boxes of these cars, and realized that their trip was not entirely aimed at him.

A few young men hurried towards them, saying something loudly to a middle-aged man who had stepped out of another car, and they were very emotional, as if they were asking him something, and the man pointed to him, and they strode over this way.

Sun Yang couldn't help but grab the bag in his hand, except for a talisman, all his charms had been handed over to Lu Xiaoling, but there were still blank runes and good cinnabar in the backpack, and in a hurry, Lu Xiaoling had taught him a long time ago the method of using cinnabar to directly volley talismans, although the power was limited, but at least he could resist it.

But in the end, he still chose to look at Song He's figure, they took so much effort to get him here, it definitely shouldn't be to let these people kill him in this way.

But to his surprise, Song He stood there and didn't say anything, the first person kicked over from a distance, Sun Yang turned sideways and got out of the way, and the fist wind immediately whistled. This person should also be a monk, he is much stronger than Sun Yang who stole some martial arts from Lu Xiaoling, Sun Yang reluctantly parried for two or three minutes, and was finally punched in the shoulder by him, and then the door of the cave was opened, and he was kicked straight on the lower abdomen by a positive kick, and the whole person flew out. The man caught up and beat him violently, Sun Yang had no ability to defend and fight back, so he could only curl up his body as much as he could to protect those vital organs.

After a few minutes, he finally heard Song He's voice: "It's almost enough." ”

"It's not over yet." Sun Yang's eyes were completely swollen with more than one punch, and he saw through the thin slits of his eyes that the young men respectfully saluted Song He, and then turned to leave, and Song He didn't feel anything wrong with their actions, which was simply incomprehensible to him.

No one came to help him, no one even tried to come and help him, he had to slowly get up from the ground on his own.

"What does that mean?" He asked Song He with some anger.

"You hurt their family and friends, and now they are taking revenge on you according to the rules." Song He replied.

"You're just watching them beat me?" Sun Yang couldn't help but ask.

"This is a one-on-one fair matchup, if you have the ability to defeat him, as long as you don't use spells and don't hurt the killer, no one will help him." Song He replied calmly. "Grab your things and come with me."

Sun Yang still couldn't immediately follow his logic, but Song He had already walked into an alley, and he could only lift his backpack and follow.

"As long as you don't use spells, you can get revenge like this?" He asked Song He. "What kind of rule is this?"

"That's the rule here." Song He led him into a three-story building, where several women dressed in traditional Chinese costumes were waiting for them.

First, the old woman took his bag from Song He's hand and handed it to the young girl who looked like a maid behind him, and then helped him take off the long shirt he was wearing, and whispered something to him.

Song He then turned around and said, "This is my home, and you will live here from today." They will take you to your room and help you with the simple treatment of your wounds. If you don't want to get in trouble, you'd better take that thing off and don't try to draw any spells specifically for spirits and yin, it's full of yin things, and carrying those things with you will make you a thorn in everyone's side. Don't sleep too soundly, I'll take you to the sect master after dawn. ”

Before Sun Yang could ask anything, he had already left, and the two maids stood next to him timidly.

They were dark-skinned, and the features of Southeast Asian natives were very obvious on their faces, and Sun Yang tried to communicate with them, but found that they did not understand Chinese or English at all.

"Damn!" He couldn't help but scold.

The two girls led him to a room on the second floor, which was probably a guest room, simply furnished, with a bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a hanger behind the door. There was a mattress on the bed, and a thin quilt of towels was placed next to it.

Sun Yang felt physically and mentally exhausted, sat down, and the two girls brought two basins of water and began to scrub them carefully.

"I'll do it myself!" Sun Yang was very uncomfortable with this kind of service, and reached out to grab the towel, but this action frightened the two girls, and they suddenly screamed softly.

"Forget it, whatever you want." Because he couldn't communicate at all, Sun Yang could only give up.

He allowed the two girls to scrub his whole body carefully, only to firmly refuse their service when it came to certain parts.

Changing into clean, cool clothes, and rubbing the wounded area with medicinal wine, he finally felt a little more comfortable, but by this time the sun had shown a corner on the horizon, and the town gradually revealed its full appearance.

He knew that he was about to face the man behind all this, so instead of looking at the scenery outside the window, he sat cross-legged on the bed and breathed, and the two girls seemed to be ******** about such a thing, and did not say anything, and quietly withdrew.

After a week, Sun Yang finally felt that his spirit was much better, and the injuries on his face and body seemed to be less painful.

"Are you alright?" Song He's voice said outside the room. "Okay, come down and eat."