But after all, it was his apprentice, so he sent someone to inquire. There is no impermeable wall, and the result of the inquiry is that Pi Tao was hired by Sister Jiang to fight with the three Azan masters found by the opponent in order to complete several peers who were doing the same amulet business in Thailand, and there was actually Azan Baden among the opponents.

This made the ghost king feel very uncomfortable, although these apprentices were no different from passers-by in his eyes, but it was very embarrassing to spread out, and it would make people feel that the ghost king faction was nothing more than that, and the apprentices were all killing each other. I guess the mana is not much better. So he found his apprentice Tengkang in Malaysia and asked him to go to Thailand to find out why.

Deng Kang went to Thailand very reluctantly, and Fang Gang, Lao Xie, Sister Jiang and others had many friends and enemies in Thailand, so it was easy to ask about our whereabouts. He pretends to be a customer. tricked me and Fang Gang into going to the big city, and tricked us into drinking the head water. But Azan Baden went to Laos from Hong Kong, not really to get any rumors, but to be invited by Bunon.

"In my opinion, forget it, no one knows about your coming to Laos, and no one knows about Azan Baden in Mengsong." I mediate from it.

Fang Gang also said: "The top priority now is to get the spirit of that head descending master done, and push other things back." Deng Kang agreed, after lunch everyone set off again, my feet have been walking in the mountains for the past few days, has been blistered, but I am too lazy to ask for leave to stay, so I have to keep up.

Under the guidance of the guide, I first found the thatched hut of the head descender in the deep mountains, and the guide stayed to station, and I, Fang Gang, Azan Baden, Deng Kang and the Cambodian head descender found the mass grave of the Hmong people according to the road signs left before, and Deng Kang curiously unwrapped the shroud wrapped in the spirit body of the head descender, and I was fortunate to be able to see this spirit mountain spirit formed by the death of the black-clothed Azan with my own eyes.

This kind of mountain spirit does not look very different from the mountain spirit that the mandrill has turned into, and it is also a dry little dried corpse, with long hair and bent nails. The body is dry, the eye sockets are deeply sunken, the mouth is slightly open, and the row of teeth has not changed. I wonder how an adult man can become like this within three months of death?

Deng Kang nodded with satisfaction, wrapped the spirit of the head descender with the shroud again, wrapped a few warp threads, and began to cast spells and blessings with Azan Baden and the Cambodian head descender. It was already dusk, and it was getting dark, and Fang Gang and I had just taken out dozens of new candles from our backpacks. Light it with a lighter and stand on the altar of the earth. Tonight's moonlight was particularly round, shining brightly in all directions, and the light of those candles was even more eerie.

During the blessing, the flames of those candles began to drift strangely around. One moment to the left and then to the right. Fang Gang and I sat next to us and waited, when suddenly, the Cambodian head descender's body began to tremble, as if he had malaria. At the same time, Denkang and Azampaden began to chant mantras at the same time. The mantras they both recited were the same, and the sounds were almost completely overlapped, sounding like they were uttered by one person.

The Cambodian head descending master chanted the mantra louder and louder, and finally it was simply shouting, not chanting. He tore off his clothes with all his might, revealing his naked skin, and grabbed his chest with both hands, and by the moonlight, he could see that he had scratched out blood marks on his chest.

After another ten minutes, the Cambodian head descender opened his mouth wide and made a ho-ho sound, as if he was extremely thirsty. The bodies of Azan Baden and Denkang also began to tremble, but their eyes were closed, and they were still chanting mantras in unison. The Cambodian head descender suddenly stood up and ran to the front of the altar of earth and knelt down. Trembling, he stretched out his palm, put it on the burning candle, and went to roast his palm.

His forehead was covered with sweat and his mouth was screaming in pain. Sometimes he gritted his teeth hard, and I could even smell the burning smell of his palms being roasted by the fire, but the Cambodian head descender still insisted, as if an invisible force forced him to do so. After a few minutes, somewhere in his palm had been blackened, slowly oozing grease outward. He bit his tongue, blood dripping from his mouth, and ran back to the body. He dripped the grease from his palm onto the spirit in the shroud, and gradually fell to the ground without moving.

I was shocked and looked at Fang Gang, who was also full of fear. Deng Kang slowly stood up, walked to the side of the corpse cave with Azan Baden, took out a sharp knife, cut the left palm of the head descender lying on the ground, and dripped blood on the spirit shroud in the corpse cave.

The two of them gasped. Slowly walked out of dozens of meters, sat on the ground with his back against the tree, closed his eyes and never moved again. Fang Gang and I hurriedly took out two packs of simple tents from our backpacks, opened them, supported them, and applied insect repellent. Then they helped the two Azan into the tent.

That night, I had a very strange dream, I dreamed that I opened the zipper of the tent, peeked out, and saw a small black figure slowly crawling out of the corpse on the other side of the altar of earth, walking in the direction of the tent. I shouted in fright and reached out to push Fang Gang next to me. only to find that he was scorched all over his body and had no eyes. I ran out of the tent in extreme fear, ran around the mountains without a head, and then woke up.

It's dawn. I had a headache that was about to crack, my throat was on fire, and I couldn't get up. Fang Gang helped me out of the tent, and I couldn't open my eyes from the sun. Coughing repeatedly. Deng Kang came over, put his palm on my forehead, and recited the mantra for a while, and I felt better.

It was already afternoon when I walked back to the hut according to the signs. I was so tired that I couldn't walk at all, and I fell asleep in the hut for two days and two nights. Later, I learned that the spirit of the head descending master had been imprisoned by Deng Kang and Azan Baden with the black method of the Ghost King Sect, and brought back in a backpack. And the corpses of the dead young apprentice, Bunun and the Cambodian head lowerer. They also hastily dug pits and buried them.

With the help of our guide, the group of five of us finally returned to Mengsong, and I thought to myself, no matter what happened, I would not go into the mountain again. It was a most painful experience.

Back in Vientiane, Fang Gang called a local friend and asked him to find a way to wrap the spirit, go west from Vientiane, and secretly transport the spirit back to Thailand from the Thai-Lao border.

A few of us returned to Bangkok from Vientiane, Fang Gang's friend had already transported the spirit body to Khon Kaen, and I called Lao Xie and specially asked him to come and see the spirit mountain spirit who had just died. I told him what had happened again.

Lao Xie sighed: "Brother Tian, I know you and it can be regarded as an eye-opener, this kind of spirit mountain spirit, it is not easy to get in touch with it, not to mention the fresh spirit body that the head descender has just died, and it is not in vain that I have been a card dealer for several years!" ”

In the end, after everyone's discussion, it was decided to give this spirit mountain spirit to Deng Kang, on the condition that he would not trouble Azan Baden in the future, and that he would also completely untie the head reduction on me and Fang Gang. Deng Kang agreed, for him, the mana of this spirit mountain spirit was more than a hundred times stronger than the Yu Ye made from the head of Azanba before.

Deng Kang finally untied Fang Gang's head lowering technique between me and me, and in a relaxed way, I asked him what kind of head lowering technique this belonged to. Deng Kang told me: "This is the descent of the Ghost King Sect, and the main symptom is that it is not stop sleeping, and no one can solve it except for a few people from the Ghost King Sect. ”

I pulled the strings and helped Deng Kang ship this spirit to Malaysia in the name of a prop company, and he also returned to Malaysia from Thailand to receive the goods, and then returned to an island in the northwest of the Philippines to find the ghost king. As for the excuses and reasons he used to convince the Ghost King that Pi Tao's death had nothing to do with Azan Baden, we don't know. For the sake of secrecy, Deng Kang instructed the four of us not to disclose this matter to anyone.

Azan Baden's problem has not been completely solved, and he did not dare to return to his friend's house in Bangkok to live temporarily, so he had to be secretly arranged by Fang Gang to live in an old apartment in Ayutthaya, not too far from Azan Nangya's residence.

Although I didn't make half a dime from tossing this trip, I also got two big things. To celebrate, Fang Gang and I stayed drunk and dreamed of death in Pattaya bars and KTVs for several days as usual. When Fang Gang was doing horse slaughter in the massage parlor, Fang Gang squinted at me and said, "I'm half tired and haven't made any money yet, Boss Tian, how do you feel about this trip to Laos?" "I can't blame me for this, so I said it felt very good and I want to go next time.