Although it is said that the disciples of Fenguo live in northern Myanmar all year round and travel between various ethnic groups, they are no different from the people in northern Myanmar. But China is their root. If they are injured, tired, or even dead in northern Myanmar, they can return to China and their hometown.
But now they have lost this opportunity.
Their ID cards are still there, but they are already wanted drug lords.
They are like pets that have been abandoned by their owners. When they are at home, they don't feel that their home is very good, so they tear it apart and tear it apart, thinking that the shit collector is a dog or cat slave.
When you are abandoned on the street, no one feeds cats or dogs food or drinking water, when you look for food from the trash can and drink dirty water in the gutter, when you are beaten by the wind, rain, and shivering in the frost and snow, Only then will he realize that he has broken into hell from the human world based on his strength.
If a cat is abandoned by its original owner and is later taken home for adoption, it will behave much better than before because it is afraid of being abandoned again.
This is the famous abandoned cat theory.
Du Yan has raised pets before and knows that these caravan disciples stranded in northern Myanmar are like abandoned cats. As long as someone is willing to adopt them, they will become extremely well-behaved.
What's more, their parents, wives and children are all in China.
But he really didn't dare to agree to anything for Ye Qing.
Meat is divided into five layers and three layers, and people are divided into three, six or nine grades.
Although he is the eldest son of Jinmen, he is still far away from Ye Qing.
Youdi frowned: "I don't know the name of this old god, but he lives in the Meidang Nickel Mine all year round..."
Ye Qing's eyes narrowed slightly. He had already guessed who this old caravan god was: "He is the one who asked you to collect the reward."
Yudi hesitated: "Yes."
A cold light flashed in Ye Qing's eyes: "Then why didn't you say that the old god of the caravan is in Naxi Village..."
"Naxi Village is just a supply point for the caravan. It is mainly responsible for raising horses, replenishing food, or transferring the wounded there when there are wounded." Youdi explained seriously: "And when we need food and bullets, we can go there. Change. But the last time we went to exchange, the old god of the caravan asked us to change more. He said for a while that there are many people coming back here, so no one is allowed to get close. "
Ye Qing frowned: "When was the last time I exchanged supplies?"
"Five days ago."
"So, it wasn't this old caravan god who asked you to collect the reward, it was you who wanted to make money."
Yudi's smile remained frozen on his face, and he laughed twice: "If you don't make this money, you won't make it in vain..."
"Then you deserve to die even more." Before he finished speaking, two cat-like figures jumped out from the dark forest behind Youdi at the same time. With a flash of sword, the two Gurkhas standing behind him just When he drew the knife in his hand, he felt a pain in the neck of the knife, the blood vessels were cut, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
He pressed the wound on his neck frantically and took a closer look. He saw a slender black figure with patterned fragrant wood powder spitting on his face. Two Jingpo knives in his hands cut the blood vessels in his neck like a cat, and then stabbed him with another knife. Companion's belly.
But another agile figure jumped into the grass, and then with a muffled groan, a companion stood up and yelled hoarsely, "Help me..."
The voice was still in his ears, and the burly body had already fallen to the ground.
Youdi took two steps back in fright. Just as he raised his gun and aimed it at Ye Qing, he saw a crisp gunshot in the shack opposite, and the AK-47 in his hand spun away.
He was so frightened that he took two steps back. Just as he was about to turn around and run away, he tripped over the corpse of his companion behind him.
Na Bang's eyes were full of horror. He didn't expect that this smiling, kind and polite Chinese jeweler would take action without any warning.
"Friend, please spare my life for the sake of my Lisu ethnicity,"
Ye Qing smiled: "When you planned to kill people and buy goods just now, you didn't intend to show mercy. When you are out in the country, you always have to change. People are wandering in the rivers and lakes. Who can avoid being stabbed? I can only ask them to give you a happy."
Before he finished speaking, Yudi, who had just tripped over the corpse and got up to run, was shot in the head as soon as he stood upright.
Nabang looked at Youdi's body in horror. He could not imagine that his brother, who depended on him for life, was shot to death like this.
He was filled with fear and anger. He wanted to beat Ye Qing into a sieve, but he did not dare to aim at Ye Qing with the AK in his hand.
He knew that as soon as he raised the muzzle of the gun, a bullet would end his life.
And behind him, the wails of death continued to sound.
All Gurkhas, all his brothers...
Nabang fell to his knees with a thud and cried: "We obviously didn't cause any casualties to you, why don't you let us go."
"You brought the wolves here with your blood, right?" Ye Qing looked at him funny: "It's really a good plan. The wolves only eat people, not property. When the wolves are full, you can follow them. Take advantage."
Na Bang's face turned pale: "How do you know?"
"Because among the thorns around the shack, there was a fresh stain of blood."
Before he finished speaking, there was an Eight-Zhan knife on Na Bang's neck, and he lightly touched it.
Then, Ma Guo, who was wearing a bulletproof vest and boxer shorts, walked out of the depths of the jungle like a cat: "Should you stay alive?"
Wang Xue glanced at her: "Mu Ling said that she knows where the West Village is."
Mago frowned: "We can't stay here anymore, we have to change our campsite."
Ye Qing nodded, the smell of blood had already dissipated, and the roars of wild beasts could be heard all around.
The group quickly packed their bags and quickly left the shack.
Wood Spirit still walked quickly ahead, several hundred meters away, and chose a hilly highland to camp.
Song Youqing quickly contacted Liu Le and Peng Fei to confirm that they would be able to meet up tomorrow morning.
Ye Qing and his party were sitting in a narrow tent, listening to the warning roars of distant beasts fighting for food.
There was a look of compassion on Mu Ling's pretty face, but she didn't say much.
As for Wang Xue and Mago, they have long been accustomed to this kind of cruel blood.
Mu Ling gritted his teeth and asked, "Did they really attract the wolves?"
Song Youqing glanced at her frightened eyes, stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms: "Although Nabang is your tribe, he still has to survive. In the jungle, wolves eat sheep, and sheep eat grass, they are complete creatures. chain.
However, they mistook the prey and mistook a group of tigers for sheep and killed them..."
"Tonight, it's either them or us who will die." Mago glanced at her with a smile: "Maybe we will be worse off than dead. In that case, why not them?"
Mu Ling looked at her blankly, and Mo Guo showed the most beautiful smile, but said the cruelest words.
