Fang Gang inquired in detail with the people in the village, and there was a person who was more familiar with the master of the Fa, Bu Nong, and he told us that Bunon was a famous head descending master in the Mengsong area, and he was good at the corpse oil opening method and the Lao national conditions descending technique, a few days ago, two outsiders came to Meng Song and lived in Bunun's house, and then these three people went into the deep mountains in the north and never came out.

"What do those two outlanders look like?" Fang Gang hurriedly asked.

The man replied, "One is dark and thin." The cheekbones are high, the eye sockets are sunken, and the hair is messy; The other is taller, wears white clothes, has a long braid on the back of his head, and is more handsome, and does not look like a native. ”

Hearing his description, Fang Gang and I immediately guessed that it should be Azan Baden. Fang Gang asked again if there was a mage living in the mountains, and this man said, "There is a mage who lives in the most remote part of the mountain, and we usually don't go to chop wood." Only the logger's elephant ran away, and when someone went to chase him, he occasionally passed by the hut. I heard that the mage has lived in the mountains for more than ten years, but he has never been seen out of the mountains, and I don't know his name, only that people regularly send things into the mountains. It seems that the three of Bunun went to the mountains to look for him. ”

Laos is a mountainous country, and the Nam Wu River north of Mon Song is lined with dense forests, and the deep mountains where Bunong lives are the same, so it is certainly not possible to do without a guide. With Fang Gang's efforts, this person reluctantly agreed to act as a guide for us, and the fee was not too high. But he made it a condition that if he thought it was dangerous or unwilling to go, he would have the right to go home at any time, and it didn't matter whether we followed or not.

The guide carried a large cloth bag containing a foldable homemade tent, while Fang Gang and I each carried water, dry food, insect repellent and lighting tools. When we started to enter the mountains, all three of us wore big straw hats with pointed points, and the scenery in the Laotian woods during the day was still good, full of dense trees, and very strange bird calls, but it was extremely hot, although I didn't bring a thermometer, but it was estimated that it must be at least nearly 40 degrees. The guide gave me and Fang Gang each a woodcutter, saying that it was used to strengthen our courage. There was a huge rock in the woods that had been carved into a reclining Buddha, and I hurriedly took pictures with my phone, thinking that this place was used for adventure movies, and I didn't need to spend money to set up the scenery.

Fang Gang cursed as he walked, not understanding why Azan Baden had to come to this ghost place. The road became more and more difficult, the guide seemed to often go into the mountains, he used the sun to distinguish the direction, it was approaching dusk, after eating dry food, the guide said that there was no need to go, open the homemade tent for the night.

I asked the guide if there were any tigers in the mountains, and the guide smiled and said, "I often encountered them thirty years ago, but now I don't have to worry about them." ”

At night, the three of us lay in the tent, and we were covered with a lot of anti-mosquito ointment made in Vietnam, which tasted a little like wind oil essence. I also wiped some on the outside of the tent. The tent is rudimentary, hand-sewn with rainproof cloth, and the seams are glued together. In the middle of the night, I heard a small sound outside the tent, and I didn't know if it was a lizard or something. I didn't dare make a sound, let alone lift the bottom of the tent to look at it.

The next day, after walking for most of the day, at three or four o'clock in the afternoon, Fang Gang came to the guide and whispered a few words to him. The guide's face changed, I didn't know what they were studying, and then Fang Gang said to me: "You and the guide continue to move forward, I will do something here, and you will listen to the guide's arrangements." "I didn't understand what he could do in the mountains, so I had to follow the guide, and Fang had just burrowed into a small bush, as if waiting for something, and waved my hand again and again to let us go quickly.

The guide walked very slowly, and I think he did it on purpose, because although it was difficult to walk in the forest, there was no need to walk so slowly. As soon as he walked more than a hundred meters, he heard shouting from the direction where Fang Gang was hiding. The guide immediately turned back, and I followed closely behind, and saw Fang Gang using a firewood knife across the neck of a young man, holding him against the tree. The man also had a hatchet in his hand. Fang Gang was about to snatch it, but the young man was unwilling to give it, and Fang Gang was threatening.

The guide and I caught up, and the young man saw that we both had firewood knives in our hands, probably with a weak heart. Take the initiative to throw your own knife on the ground. Actually, I'm just a bold man, and I don't have the guts to cut it. Fang Gang asked who this person was, and I barely understood him saying that he was a woodcutter and got lost in the mountains.

The guide asked him which village he was from and what his name was, but he couldn't say anything. Fang Gang said: "You kid has been following us for hours, thinking I didn't see it? Tie him to a tree with a rope first, and then come back after three days of starvation, not afraid that he will not say anything! ”

"Poisonous insects and snakes could bite him to death." The wizard disagrees. Fang Gang waved his hand and said that it was nothing, this person had been lost in the mountains for several days and did not die, which showed that he was a fateful person. As the guide searched for the rope from his backpack, the young man suddenly dodged Fang Gang's blade and burrowed desperately into the woods.

The three of us hurriedly went to chase after him, and this guy went into the jungle, running deep and shallow, and his clothes were torn by the vines, and he didn't stop. But the jungle is not walkable. He couldn't run fast, and we couldn't catch up, only the heavy panting of his air in front of him was heard, and the distance was always thirty or fifty meters.

Fang Gang was so anxious that he scolded, saying that if you don't stop, you will cut off your leg first. The man did not stop, but ran as hard as he could. Suddenly, we heard movement in the bushes in front of us, and the guide hurriedly motioned for us to squat down and not move, probably suspecting that it was a wild beast. The young man was still running as hard as he could, and something in the bushes kept moving towards him, and the young man screamed, as if falling, and there was the sound of a fight, mixed with the shouts of men.

It seemed that it was not a beast, but a man, but the three of us did not dare to show our faces, and we did not know whether we were friends or foes. The young man seemed to be subdued, and I hid behind a large rock, and from a distance I could see the young man being held down by two men dressed in black with his hands behind his back, and walking away.

The guide slowly straightened up. Signaling that the two of us could come out, when we arrived at the place where the young man was subdued, we saw that a large area of weeds had been flattened, and the three of us quietly followed in the direction where those people left, and did not go a few dozen meters. Suddenly, two people came out sideways, holding machetes in their hands.

Fang Gang didn't show weakness and raised the knife as well, but one of the two people actually pulled out a revolver and pointed it at us, it looked very shabby, and he didn't know if he could shoot a bullet, but after all, it was also a gun. I was so frightened that I quickly raised my hands. The guide said something loudly, meaning not to do anything, he was just a guide in the village outside the mountain. These two people looked at me and Fang Gang and asked a few words, my Thai itself is half-hung, and there are still some differences between Lao and Thai, so it is even more difficult to listen. Fortunately, Fang Gang could understand and repeatedly shouted the name of AchanBaden.

Under Fang Gang's explanation, they learned that the three of us had come to look for Azan Baden, and the man with the gun motioned for his accomplices to tie the three of us with ropes and escort us forward.

I walked for about half an hour. On a flat ground there are two huts with wooden planks on top. The young man, who claimed to be lost, was squatting in front of the house, his hands and feet tied with ropes, and a tall man with a machete in his hand sat next to him to watch.

Seeing this man, I immediately became excited, and shouted loudly Azan Baden, this person was indeed Azan Baden, seeing that Fang Gang and I had just come here, he didn't show a very surprised and happy look on his face, as if he had known that we could come. Azambaden motioned for the two of us to untie the ropes.

The men first spent more than half an hour interrogating the young man outside the hut, and then Azan Baden walked into the hut, and Fang and I just understood why he had suddenly run from Hong Kong to Laos and come to such a place.

The man with the revolver was Bunon, who had been practicing black law in the Monsong region of Laos for more than ten years. Azan Baden knew him well. On that day, Azan Baden was bored in the walled village of Tai Po, Hong Kong, so he took out an old mobile phone card that he hadn't used for a long time, put it in his mobile phone and opened it, and saw that a text message was sent by Bunun, which was sent two months ago. Bunun said that there was a head descender in the mountains of Meng Song, who was seriously injured by a poisonous insect and had only half a life left. And his apprentice came to the village to find Bunon, saying that his master said that after death, he should not burn his body with fire, but bury him alive before he died, so that the resentment would be even greater, and it would help him continue to practice the black law in the underworld after his death.