Mu Fang squinted his eyes and felt a pain in his neck, as if he had been struck by the back of a knife...
However, when he saw the tall man wearing an assault jacket in front of him, his head hidden in the hat, and the knife in his hand, he knew that his guess was correct. He had indeed been knocked unconscious by the back of the knife.
He rolled his eyes, trying to see the situation in front of him clearly.
The rainforest before dawn is getting darker and darker, and there is no trace of light.
But based on his feeling, he knew that there was more than one person wearing a jacket in front of him.
"Who are you?" Mu Fang's voice became hoarse and unpleasant.
Mu Ling replied softly: "A passing jeweler."
Mu Fang was stunned. He did not expect that the person who answered him was actually a woman with a soft and charming voice. She was not very young: "It was you who killed Youdi and the others."
"Who is Youdi?" Mu Ling asked pretending to be confused.
"It's the Gurkhas in the tin house at the foot of the mountain." Mu Fang felt very relaxed when he heard her voice, but there was a great terror between life and death. He hoped that it was not what he heard, but he was disappointed.
"If they are those fifteen Gurkhas, that's right." Mu Ling nodded affirmatively: "They were the ones who pointed us to take a detour to Mengmeike, but in the middle of the night, they actually caught up with us, so we could only Self-defense and counterattack.”
Mu Fang asked nervously: "Then why do you want to arrest me?"
"Because you are also companions of the Gurkhas." Mu Ling's voice was still pleasant, but it became very cold: "When you catch up, you also want to kill people and steal goods."
Mu Fang quickly shook his head: "No, you are wrong. We are also passing merchants. Originally, we planned to climb over this mountain overnight, but when we heard the roars of wild beasts competing for food, we decided to spend the night here."
"You can even identify the roars of wild beasts fighting for corpses, and you dare to pretend that they are passing merchants." The wood spirit waved the knife gently, and the narrow and sharp blade made a heart-stopping whistle.
"Don't kill me!" Mu Fang shouted quickly: "I can prove that I am not a Gurkha."
"how to prove."
"I'm Chinese and a disciple of the caravan." Mu Fang introduced himself nervously: "I'm going to Naxi Village in front of me."
Mu Ling asked in confusion: "Where is Xicun?"
"More than a dozen miles ahead, there is a natural village hidden in the mountains, which is Naxi Village." Mu Fang was eager to prove himself: "This village was originally built by miners. Later, the mineral veins dried up, the mines were abandoned, and the miners abandoned it. They came to this place. Later, the caravan built a supply ground here to raise horses and receive the wounded..."
There was a hint of hesitation in Mu Ling's voice: "How dare I believe what you said."
"You can ask my companions for confirmation." Mu Fang said bitterly: "If you can catch me, you can probably catch another one."
"Tell me first, what is your name?"
"Mu Fang."
"That Mu."
"Prince Mu's Mu."
In Yun Province or northern Myanmar, Prince Mu has only one Mu.
Mu Ling's questioning voice also became serious: "You are from the Golden Triangle."
Mu Fang also became cautious: "How do you know that the person named Mu comes from the Golden Triangle?"
"Because I know that there is only one Mu family in northern Myanmar, and you are not a disciple of the caravan." Another beautiful voice sounded in front of you: "Now I ask you questions, maybe you can save yourself some suffering."
Mu Fang opened his mouth and bit his tongue fiercely, but suddenly, he felt a small hand pinch his chin, and then with a click, the chin was removed.
"Biting your tongue may not necessarily lead to death, but it will definitely be painful." The voice was like a cat meowing, with endless murderous intent: "But, I can guarantee that I will tie you up tightly and throw you into the wild beasts.
If you listen carefully, they are still fighting and roaring for food, which means they are not full yet. If they are filling up with fresh food, they must be very happy. "
Mu Fang felt fear from the bottom of his heart. He was not afraid of death, but the way of death that he was not afraid of was being killed by a bullet or having his throat cut with a knife. Although it was very painful, he died quickly.
But this girl with a cat-like voice actually provided another way to die.
He was bitten to death by wild beasts.
"But, if you answer my questions truthfully, maybe I can give you a happy life or spare your life." Mago finished speaking in one breath, holding Mu Fang's chin up with one hand.
With a click, Mu Fang felt that his chin belonged to him again.
"Introduction, I am Maguo from Kachin."
Mu Fang lost his voice and said: "The cat lady next to the Kachin eldest princess."
Beauty is like a cat, and I am talking about Ma Guo. She is as gentle and well-behaved as a cat, but also as cruel and ferocious as a cat. But her docility and obedience are only shown to her master, while her cruelty and ferocity are directed at her enemies.
It is foolish to trap people hand and foot and feed them to wild animals.
Mu Fang's hair stood on end for a moment. However, he also had a bit of luck in his heart. Drug lords are just the name given to Kokang people by the Burmese military government, China, Thailand, and Laos.
Although the Kachin people do not grow opium poppies or manufacture contraband within their territory, they do allow contraband to cross the border and extract a high share of the profits.
It can be said that contraband is one of the important financial resources for all ethnic armies in northern Myanmar.
Therefore, if you reveal your identity to Mago, you will not be killed for it.
Mu Fang said in a serious tone: "We were ordered by the master of the family to send a batch of opium to Naxi Village and hand it over to the Second Master."
"Second Master." Mago glanced at Ye Qing who was standing not far away, frowned and said, "Mu Jiaqi is hiding in Naxi Village?"
Mu Fang smiled bitterly and said, "I don't know about this, but there must be someone close to the Second Master in Naxi Village."
"Isn't Naxi Village a supply point for the caravan?" Mago asked suspiciously, "Why are there still Mu Jiaqi's cronies stationed there?"
"This..." Mu Fang had a sullen face, not knowing what to say.
"It seems that you don't want to tell the truth anymore." Mago sneered: "But, I want to know enough. Now, I will send you on your way..."
As she spoke, a sharp scream from a thin knife struck the air and rushed towards Mu Fang's neck.
"I said..." Mu Fang shouted anxiously, but he felt the sharp blade of Jingpo's thin knife fell on his throat, and then it hurt, as if his skin had been cut by the blade. But fortunately, Maguo stopped the knife at the last moment and did not cut his throat.
"Half a month ago, Mu Yuanhai escorted three Chinese to Naxi Village. We had to deliver goods again, and we also met up with Mu Yuanhai."
"Mu Yuanshan, what is his relationship with Mu Yuanfang?"
"Mu Yuanshan, Mu Yuanfang, and our company commander Mu Yuanshan are..." Mu Fang suddenly felt something was wrong. The people who just asked the question were two girls, and this sentence was from one The man asked: "How do you know Mu Yuanfang."
"Because Mu Yuanfang died under my nose." Ye Qing waved his hand, and Mago cut his throat with a knife.
