This person is the Japanese kid Kato Waraji, the ghost guy.

I have long known that this guy is not willing to be lonely, and he will definitely appear here. It's just that I don't know that he will come so quickly, and it is only a few minutes away from us who have the tiger cat to lead the way, and we are only a few minutes away. However, there is also a lot of Japanese investment in Myanmar, and the power is also very strong, and it is very well known that they are here. He was not alone, there were four men in black beside him, and several people stood at the door of the jade shop for a few minutes, talking, and then knocking on the door.

And on this side, after the miscellaneous hair Xiaodao restrained the woman who was less than one meter five, he touched it for a while, took out a knife, cloth strips and some fragmentary Burmese coins, and the uncle was looking around to see if there was anyone. This is a very ordinary local woman, with yellowish skin, an ordinary face, and a figure like that of an undeveloped child, but there are some wrinkles on her forehead, which makes it impossible to tell her age. On her back, there is a tattoo of a black spider. Miscellaneous Xiaodao asked her a few words, she just shook her head, muttered a few words in her mouth, and was suffocated back into her stomach, and then struggled, showing her teeth and claws.

Miscellaneous Xiaodao slapped the girl who suddenly attacked us.

I said, don't you always say that you should pity the fragrance and cherish the jade? Why is it so dark now? The hairy trail dragged the woman to the base of the wall, then lowered it to the ground, and raised his head to say that he was never soft on the enemy—besides, this girl was flat-chested and short-legged, and there was no pressure to fan it.

This guy ......

Kato Waraji's people knocked on the door of the jade shop for a while, but no one opened the door, and the people from the shop next to them came to negotiate with them and said a few words, and then the two sides quarreled. This noise caused people to gather and make a commotion. I saw a group of monks with their bare right shoulders and red robes coming from the back of the street, six in all, walking straight this way. Men in Myanmar always want to become monks once in their lives, so it's normal to see them here. However, the expressions of these monks were a little hideous, and they walked to the door of the jade shop with a menacing attitude, and immediately confronted Kato Haraji's people.

In my impression and what I have seen and heard in the past few days, the monks in Myanmar are all peaceful, well versed in Buddhist teachings, and walk like stepping on cotton, for fear of stepping on ants, but it is the first time I have seen such a hot one.

Because of the language barrier and the distance, we can only see it as a dumb play. I saw that the two sides were arguing for a while, but the result was unexpected, an old monk led by him actually led people around the alleyway, and Kato Waraji's people also followed closely behind. Uncle patted me on the shoulder and said let's go, let's go have a look. Shaggy Trail followed him out of the shadows and walked over there.

Because there were so many people gathered here, we stood in the corner of the crowd and went unnoticed. I followed to the back of the shop, which was a large workshop-style courtyard, and it was also guarded by the Iron General. I looked up, but I didn't see a single creature resembling a fat hen. The lock on the door was touched by a short monk, and then it was easily opened, and both the monk and the Japanese entered the courtyard and then into the room. We poured in through the crowd, but the door to the workshop was blocked.

The door opened, I sniffed lightly, and a rancid bloody smell floated from inside, and then the flies in the yard buzzed and flew around, like fighter jets, everywhere, causing the golden silkworm Gu in my body to cheer and move. The smell was so strong that the onlookers couldn't help but want to vomit, and some children were not strong enough to resist, so they sprayed out a sour bitter bile water and food residues, and there was a rush of chaos - well, this child ate rice at night.

I looked at an angle, glanced in, and saw that there was a stone dissolver directly facing the door, and on the ground, it was ......

Oh my God, it was a corpse of flesh, bloody, artificially piled up in the shape of a stupa.

In front of the stupa, which was piled up of human flesh, were eight human heads of various sizes, all facing the doorway.

I clearly saw that the huge head at the front was that of the black fat man Li Qiuyang. I saw that his eyes were round and open, full of horror, his whole face was clean, it was too dark to see anything, but there was a strange smile at the corner of his mouth, which made people feel that there was a thorn in his heart, which was weird. The flesh of eight adults had piled up, making it almost like an Shura slaughterhouse, and I realized that there was already blood gurgling outside, flowing into the courtyard.

I didn't just see this horrible scene, many people saw everything through the wide open door.

The crowd exploded and there was a lot of commotion, some people immediately screamed and ran outside, others threw themselves on their knees, knelt down and prayed to the monks, and a terrible roar came from inside the room. This voice sounded familiar, and I pondered for a moment, and it turned out to be Kato Haraji's. Because we are in a foreign country and we don't understand the language, we don't know what these people are talking about, and a monk is preaching loudly, and we can only see his lips open and close, but we can't understand the meaning.

However, this monk's voice was like Hong Zhong Da Lu, and as soon as it was announced, the surrounding noise immediately became much quieter.

After the last stop, only the monk's mouth opened and closed.

There was a buzzing sound echoing in the air, and I knew that this monk was a man of the way, because I felt the power of the mantra.

I heard two people next to me discussing, actually using Chinese, but the dialect of Yunnan, which made me listen a little hard, so I greeted them, and then asked what was going on? In a foreign country, the most surprising thing was to meet someone from our homeland, the man named Lao Ba first asked us if we were tourists from Yangon, and then took the initiative to translate these words with us:

It turned out that these monks were the masters of a nearby monastery, and the one headed by Master Bonu was when he was practicing in the monastery, when he felt that there was something abnormal here, so he took his own disciples to come and find out, but found that there were demons at work here; And the little Japanese son was found because two people were missing.

Speaking of which, Lao Ba laughed at me in a low voice, saying that the ghost is coaxed, Lao Tzu has been doing business here for more than ten years, and he has never seen any demons. It's obviously an intentional homicide case, but it's too brutal and perverted, and it's outrageous. But don't say it, these monks have a very high status here, and if you slander them, you will be beaten up.

One of his companions next to him blamed him for gloating, saying that Lao Lin has been on this street for seven or eight years, look up and don't look down, it's also us Chinese, are you happy that he died?

Lao Ba pouted and said that Lao Lin has always been a loner, and he is also very arrogant and disunited......

As he spoke, his brows furrowed again, and he sighed, saying that it was strange and uncomfortable to die like this.

After a while, the police came, blew their whistles, and drove out the noisy crowd, leaving only the Japanese and the monks of the temple. We squeezed out of the courtyard with the crowd, and Lao Ba and his companions warmly invited us to his house, but we declined and shook hands and said goodbye. Walking back on the road, passing by the alley, I found that the woman who had just been knocked unconscious was also gone.

The tiger cat flew back from the sky, and I asked how it could be like this.

The fat bird looked tired and said, "Guess what happened?" Where are we willing to use this brain, let it say directly, it pinched the shelf, and then compromised, saying that you can't imagine that in that workshop, there are traces of curse spirit dolls. Not only that, but there is also a monkey-eating eagle with a lowered head. Just now, it was also because it was in the air, and it had a fierce fight with the flat-haired beast that was praised as the "noblest flyer" in the world, so it delayed for so long.

Monkey Eater? We were shocked, that kind of animal is one meter long, wingspan three meters, can be regarded as the tiger of eagles, just listen to its name to know that it is a really powerful bird of prey, and in terms of the body of the fat hen of the tiger cat, can fight such a powerful guy? Only then did we notice that the tiger cat that had landed on the uncle's iron arm was trembling, its feathers were messy, as if it had been picked with rice, and there was a wet dark red on the feathers under the left wing.

We hurriedly asked if it was injured?

The tiger cat's voice was a little low, and he said your sister, only now do you see it? But I didn't let the flat-haired beast be proud, and it was also pecked blind by me, and the loss was more serious than mine, so it didn't suffer. But this guy has been subjected to a head-lowering technique, which is controlled, and it is poisonous, a small poison, let your little fat give the adults and me a meridian, otherwise you will have parrot soup to drink in the early hours of this morning at the latest.

Damn, who would dare to eat the flesh of this old ghost?

I was in a cold sweat, and hurriedly called the name of the Golden Silkworm Gu and invited this little ancestor out. As soon as the fat worm appeared, she hid behind me, like an angry little daughter-in-law. It has recently been chased by tiger cats and has become slimmer, so I'm afraid. The tiger cat shouted weakly and said that he didn't eat you for a few days, and he was poisoned, so he came to loosen the bones for the uncle and make a horse to kill the chicken (まさち、massage)。 The fat insect was relieved, flew behind the tiger cat and squirmed, found the right place, and then drilled into the tiger cat's body.

At this moment, the tiger cat let out the most saddling and angry wail ever: "Holy shit, where the fuck are you going to ......"

The adult's body was shocked, and the man's tears flowed down.

We walked back, and Boss Gu called me and asked where it was? Come back quickly! I asked what was going on? Boss Gu said solemnly that they received internal information, saying that Li Qiuyang, who photographed stone No. 105 this afternoon, was brutally killed, along with several of his horses, and the methods were very cruel. Now everyone is spreading the word that it is not safe here, and they are all ready to return home. The organizers are reassuring and are conducting a secret investigation.

After hanging up the phone, we looked at each other, how did the news spread so quickly? There seems to be some push behind it?

Who is it?