"Kasan, this is not a joke. You assassinate their people over and over again. They must be on guard against you. Maybe there is a way to break your way to escape into the void. It's too dangerous to do this. Why don't you go with us?" I looked at him and said.

Kassan looked up at me, his eyes still as calm as before. He said lightly: "If I don't do this, you will not be able to get out at all. My master said that the more dangerous the place is, the more it can test the true level of a killer. Back then, the master could sneak into the heavily guarded Japanese barracks and kill more than a dozen Japanese officials. What I faced was Nava, the third person of the Black Water Holy Spirit Sect. He was not as terrible as you thought."

"Kasan, I know that the young man has a great success and has a sense of arrogance in his heart. He does not take these people from the Black Water Holy Spirit Sect seriously. 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. Whether it is experience or level, they are far from your master. The third person in the Black Water Holy Sect can command tens of thousands of church members, which is definitely not an ordinary character. Don't underestimate the heroes of the world." Zhao Yangui advised again.

"Nawa is a hero, and a bear is not counted." Kasan sneered.

"Kasan, it doesn't matter if young people are crazy, but they are divided into places. This is Southeast Asia, not our territory. We should be crazy as we go back. If you want to leave here, we can't do anything we want to save you. They are too many." The sloppy Taoist advised.

Kassan suddenly waved his hand impatiently: "Don't say anything, I'm a good person. In short, I'll keep wandering around the Mekong River these days to attract their attention. You can leave here quickly. If I really lose, I won't lose money. At least you guys can survive."

As he said that, Kasan suddenly stood up and left the place. Before he could reach the door, he fled into the void and disappeared.

This guy is stubborn, and so many people advise him will not work.

The sloppy Taoist priest and I have always been very brave and can do our best.

Unexpectedly, this little Kasan is even more desperate and he can't accept it.

Zhao Yangui had no choice but to use Kasan. Seeing that he left, he could only sigh.

But no matter what, Kasan attracted most of the enemy's firepower for our own good, and the pressure on us was much smaller.

After Kasan left, we got together and discussed briefly.

Since Kasan was determined to cover us up and made a sound, we could only do what he said and acted in advance.

We didn't wait a week later, and we planned to move the next day and walk back to southern Yunnan. In fact, it was not very far, only a few hundred kilometers.

First, Xiao Han arranged two vans for us and took us to a primeval forest. As long as we travel through the vast primeval forest, we could go straight to southern Yunnan.

As long as you enter the deep mountains and forests, it will be difficult for the people of the Black Water Holy Spirit Sect to stop us. After all, the forest is so big, there are many places to hide.

At the same time, Xiao Han is also here to pay attention to the movements on Kasan at any time. Whenever there is any movement, please contact us at any time.

After confirming this, the next night, Xiao Han found two shabby vans. Several of us changed into local clothes. The drivers were arranged by Xiao Han. They were all locals from Laos and confidants of Wanluozong. They were familiar with the path here and were responsible for sending us to a primeval forest a hundred kilometers away. When we arrived in the forest, we walked all the way north and we could reach southern Yunnan.

We set out in the middle of the night and didn't dare to walk on the main road. We walked from wherever we were far away.

When he was about to leave Vientiane, a group of people suddenly appeared in front of him, wearing uniforms, probably local policemen, who stopped the car and inspected it halfway.

Not far from the group of Laos police, there were several people from the Black Water Holy Spirit Cult in black robes.

Needless to say, this is definitely looking for us.

This made me feel a little unbelievable. The people of the Black Water Holy Spirit Sect are so terrifying that they can bribe local public officials to help them do things.

Seeing the group of people in front, we couldn't help but feel nervous.

Zhao Yangui said calmly: "Don't be nervous, let the driver go over and communicate with those people. None of us should speak. As soon as we speak, it 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 stack of Laos coins from his body and hand it to the driver.

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

The people were not polite, and took the cigarette and started smoking. Then the four or five uniformed people walked towards us, as if they were going to check the people in the car.

The sloppy Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and said viciously: "Only a few men in black robe, we will solve it directly, so there is no need to be so troublesome."

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

As they were talking, the men in uniform walked to the car. One of the fat men opened the car door and said it whispered, but couldn't understand a word.

Just as we were staring at each other and didn't know what to do, the driver hurried over and stuffed the stack of Lao coins Zhao Yangui had given him before into the fat man's hand, and said a few more words to him.

The fat man took the money and suddenly had a smile on his face. He also put a box of cigarettes in his arms. Then he waved his hand and signaled that we could leave.

A false alarm.

I thought I wanted to be exposed directly, but I got it done after giving some money. The people in this place are so easy to fool.

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

Zhao Yangui said: "In Laos, money is better than anything else, because it is too poor, and the family can't earn a few thousand yuan a year. For example, this group of uniformed people have a monthly salary of only a few hundred yuan. I gave them five thousand yuan, which is almost up to their annual salary."

In this way, we left Vientiane all the way and headed towards the jungle in the north. We encountered this kind of check-up three times on the road. Every time the driver gave those people some money, it was basically possible to handle it.
Chapter completed!