Northern Myanmar: Years of Dehumanization

"I invite you to come to my place for a few days. You shouldn't have any objections, right?"

"If I say I have an opinion, will you let me leave?"

Minglong heard Wei Rong's words with some unkind questioning in his tone.

"Don't you already have the answer to this?"

Wei Rong shrugged his shoulders and said to Minglong.

"If you promise to get along with me, you can leave at will..."

Before Minglong could reply, Wei Rong continued.

"Okay, I'll go there with you for a few days."

Minglong didn't wait for Wei Rong to finish speaking, and then interrupted him.

Wei Rong's face turned dark after hearing this.

It was obvious that he couldn't figure out whether he should look good or have status.

He's a good match, why doesn't Minglong look down on him?

"Then I'm sorry!"

Minglong said this, and then gave a look to the soldiers next to him, and those soldiers took out their hoods.

It's all over our heads, and this process is quite normal.

I am afraid that my campus will be retaliated against. If I do this, I can reduce the risk.

"Wait a minute, I want to bury this brother of mine."

I said this as I stopped the soldier who was trying to put the hood on my head.

The one-eyed dragon died because of me, and it was impossible for me to leave him in this place like this.

At the very least, you have to bury him for a while, right?

"I remember you. You are a person. Okay, I'll give you a chance. You have five minutes to leave. No matter what, you have to leave."

Wei Rong looked at me meaningfully, and then said this.

Although Wei Rong promised me, he didn't give me any tools.

And the five minutes he said were like a joke.

Are you kidding? If you don’t have tools, you can only dig with your hands?

In other words, Wei Rong was acting like this just because he wanted to see me in embarrassment.

Because he can see that the relationship between Minglong and me is not ordinary.

So I wanted to use this method to make things difficult for me.

No matter what Wei Rong thinks, I only have one thought: I cannot let the one-eyed dragon die in the wilderness.

I regained some strength, and then I took Hou San to choose a place with relatively soft geology for Cyclops and started digging a hole with my hands.

If the ground was hard, the two of us might not be able to dig such a big hole even if our hands were broken.

In this way, there is no way to hide the one-eyed dragon, which deviates from his original intention.

Hou San and I didn't speak. We just kept our heads down and dug a hole for the Cyclops with both hands.

In five minutes, Hou Sanzhen and I dug a hole big enough to hold the Cyclops.

Even though both of our fingernails were filled with sand and blood.

Mixed with the sand and soil inside the nails, it turned dark brown.

Some blood also came out from between the nails.

I looked around at some of the features here, and then in this place, I used stones to form a special symbol.

If I have a chance, I will definitely come here to take a good look at the Cyclops.

When Cyclops was alive, although I was kind to him, I still made him suffer a lot.

Now that he has died for me, I cannot let him suffer any more injustice down there.

"Tsk, I didn't expect that you could really dig it out in five minutes. I gave you too much time."

When Wei Rong saw this situation, he couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Okay, take it away."

Wei Rong said to the two soldiers next to him with a gloomy face.

The two soldiers came to us, took hoods and put them on Hou San and our heads.

I could clearly feel that I was being taken to the car.

There was no longer any danger to his life, and his mind immediately relaxed.

I could feel the aches and pains radiating from every part of my body.

Tired, really too tired.

He leaned on Hou San's shoulder and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I was taken to a small dark room.

I'm the only one in this room.

As for Hou San, I don't know.

It was late at night, and when I looked at the bright lights outside and in the park, my body couldn't help but shrink.

My heart is filled with regret.

If I hadn't thought about asking Hou San and the others to come here with me at that time, wouldn't the one-eyed dragon have died?

How should I explain to Mo Mo?

Tell her as one-eyed dragon told me?

Saying this, Mo Mo might be sad, but if he told her the actual situation, wouldn't it make her even more sad?

It’s really difficult!

In the next few days, I was also tortured by those muddy legs.

His body was already injured, but now, if he was tortured by them again, it would be even more serious.

I was dropped to the ground like a dead dog.

"It seems like this kid won't survive tonight."

A clay-legged man said to the clay-legged man holding a bat.

That bat has the blood of the one that just hit me.

"Hmph, it's really an advantage for him. If Brother Bin Bin takes action, he will probably end up even worse."

The two people walked outside while talking.

In the originally sultry summer, I actually felt a bit chilly.

I coughed and spit out a mouthful of blood.

My eyes gradually became blurred, and when I heard the words of the two mud-legged men, my heart was shaken.

Could it be? Am I really going to die?

Sometimes, what others say has a great impact on your own mood.

No, I can't die!

I bit my lip to wake myself up.

Under such circumstances, death is really death!

I haven't seen my unborn child, my mother, my sister, and the one-eyed dragon who asked me to take care of him...

Thinking of this, I forced myself to sit up.

His forehead was already covered with sweat.

My lips were white, and now that I think about it, I don't know how I was able to survive that night.

In the end, I didn't die this night.

The next day, February 25th.

A bright light shone into the dark room, and I thought it was the dawn of hope.

Unexpectedly, the visitor was A Bin.

"Tsk, how embarrassing it is. It's already like this. If you don't want to die, don't hold on."

A Bin came to me with a saber in hand and looked at me jokingly.

"Bah, if you don't die, how can your father and I die?"

I struggled to raise my head and sarcastically raised the corners of my mouth.

"I hope you can still be so tough when I get the chance to kill you later."

When A Bin heard what I said, he also approached me, and then gestured at my chest with his saber.

As if, in the next second, it would be embedded in my chest.

My heart can't beat at all. Is this the end?

I want to die together with A Bin, but my current physical condition does not allow it.

When the saber was about to be inserted into my chest, a familiar yet unfamiliar voice came in:

"Isn't this Jiang Bai? Why is he so depressed?"