"Kasan, this is no joke. You have assassinated their people over and over again. They must be on guard against you. Maybe there is some way to break your method of escaping into the void. If you do this

It's too dangerous, why don't you come with us?" I looked at him and said.

Kasang raised his head and glanced at me, his eyes still as calm as ever. He said calmly: "If I don't do this, you won't be able to get out at all. My master said that the more dangerous the place, the more capable you are.

Test the true level of a killer. Back then, my master could sneak into a heavily guarded Japanese barracks and kill more than a dozen high-ranking Japanese officials. What I faced was just Nava, the third person in the Blackwater Holy Spirit Cult. He didn’t have you.

It’s so scary to think about.”

"Kasang, I know that young Dacheng has a sense of arrogance in his heart and does not take these people from the Blackwater Holy Spirit Cult into consideration, but have you ever thought about it, when your master killed those Japanese officers, he was already fifty or sixty years old?

, you are less than twenty years old now, and you are far from your master in terms of experience and level. The number three figure in the Blackwater Holy Territory can command tens of thousands of followers. He is definitely not an ordinary role, and you don't want it either.

You underestimated the heroes of the world." Zhao Yangui advised again.

"What kind of hero can Nava be, not even a bear?" Kasan sneered.

"Kasan, it's okay for young people to be a little crazy, but there are places. This is Southeast Asia, not our territory. We can be as crazy as we want after we go back. If you want to stay here, we can't save you even if we want to.

There are too many of them." The sloppy Taoist priest advised.

Kasang immediately waved his hands impatiently: "Don't say anything, I have my own sense of discretion. In short, I will be wandering around the Mekong River in the past few days to attract their attention. You should leave here quickly. If I really

Even if it’s broken, you won’t lose money, at least you guys can survive.”

With that said, Kasang suddenly stood up and left. Before he could reach the door, he immediately disappeared into the void.

This guy is stubborn, so many people trying to persuade him have no effect.

Sloppy Taoist Priest and I have always been very courageous and willing to take risks.

Unexpectedly, this little Kasang is even more desperate for his life, and he will not accept it even if he refuses to accept it.

Zhao Yangui had nothing to do with Kasang, and could only sigh when he saw him leaving.

But no matter what, Kasan did it for our own good and attracted most of the enemy's firepower, so the pressure on our side was much less.

After Kassan left, we gathered together for a brief discussion.

Since Kasan is determined to cover for us, and he comes to attack in the east, then we can only do what he said, and we have to act in advance.

We didn’t want to wait until a week later. We planned to leave the next day and walk directly back to southern Yunnan. In fact, it’s not very far, just a few hundred kilometers.

First, Xiao Han arranged two vans for us to take us close to a primitive forest. As long as we passed through the vast primitive forest, we could reach southern Yunnan directly.

As long as we enter the deep mountains and old forests, it will be difficult for the Blackwater Holy Spirit Cult people to stop us. After all, the forest is so big and there are many places to hide.

At the same time, Xiao Han is here to keep an eye on what's going on at Kasang's side. If there's any trouble, he'll contact us at any time.

After confirming this matter, Xiao Han found two dilapidated vans the next night. Several of us changed into local clothes. The drivers were also arranged by Xiao Han and were all locals from Laos.

, the cronies of Wanluo Sect, they are familiar with the paths here, and are responsible for sending us to a virgin forest a hundred kilometers away. Once in the forest, we can go all the way north to reach southern Yunnan.

We set out in the middle of the night and didn't dare to take the main road. We would choose where to go in remote areas.

When we were about to leave Vientiane, a group of people in uniform suddenly appeared in front of us. They should be the local police, stopping the car halfway to check.

Not far from the group of Laotian police, there were several members of the Black Water Holy Spirit Cult wearing black robes.

Needless to say, this is definitely looking for us.

This makes me a little unbelievable. The people of the Black Water Holy Spirit Sect are so powerful that they can actually bribe local public officials to do things for them.

Seeing the group of people in front of us, a few of us couldn't help but become nervous.

Zhao Yangui said calmly: "Don't be nervous, everyone. Let the driver go over and communicate with those people. None of us should speak. Once we speak, we will be exposed. Just let the driver communicate with them."

As we were talking, our car slowly stopped. I saw Zhao Yangui take out a wad of Laos coins from his body and hand them to the driver.

After the driver got out of the car, he walked straight towards the group of Laotian policemen, nodded and bowed, and handed a few cigarettes to them.

Those people were not polite, they took the cigarette and started smoking. Then four or five people in uniforms wandered towards us, apparently to check the people in the car.

The sloppy Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and said viciously: "There are just a few men in black robes. Let's just deal with them directly. There's no need to go to so much trouble."

"Don't act rashly. Don't take action unless you have to. It's easy to kill those men in black robes, but it will soon attract a large number of people. Then it will be difficult for us to leave." Zhao Yangui advised.

Just as he was talking, the men in uniform walked up to the car, and one of them, a fat man, opened the car door and babbled, not understanding a single word.

Just when we were staring at each other, not knowing what to do, the driver quickly came over, stuffed the stack of Laos coins that Zhao Yangui had given him before into the fat man's hand, and said a few words to him.

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The fat man took the money, a smile suddenly appeared on his face, and he put a pack of cigarettes in the car into his arms, and then waved his hand to indicate that we could leave.

A false alarm.

I thought I was going to expose it directly, but it turned out that I just paid some money and it was done. People here are very easy to fool.

The car left here straight away, and we all breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhao Yangui said: "In Laos, money is more useful than anything else, because it is so poor here. A family cannot earn several thousand yuan a year. The monthly salary of this group of uniformed workers is only a few hundred yuan."

I gave them RMB 5,000, which is almost as much as their annual salary."

In this way, we left Vientiane all the way and headed towards the jungle in the north. On the way, we encountered this kind of guard inspection three times. Each time, the driver gave those people some money, and basically everything was done.
Chapter completed!