Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

Poison is also worried about this matter: "It's just luck."

"And we don't even know where this damn place is." Qiongying said more and more melancholy.

"Myanmar."

"Um, what did you say?"

Poison repeated again: "This is Burma."

"How did you know?"

"I was in the village before, and those who saw the village saw a national flag, which was the national flag of Myanmar." It is estimated that it was the national flag raised on the playground of an elementary school.

Qiongying gave a thumbs up: "It's so dark, how can you still notice the Burmese national flag?"

However, knowing where she is now doesn't make her anxiety lessened.

The two of them didn't pass through the dense forest until noon, and saw a country road. The strange thing was that the road was full of people. Could it be a market?

When Qiongying thought so in her heart, Poison made another guess: "It looks like a refugee."

They look more like refugees than them. Countless ordinary people carry backpacks and drag their families with them, remembering the whole winding road.

"What do you mean?"

"With so many people, it's absolutely safe for us to be among them." Poison rarely had a smile on his face at this time.

Qiongying analyzed: "You are right."

The poison is already heading towards the road: "Go!"

Soon, the two of them were drowned among the refugees.

Poison asked the people around them in the local language of Myanmar: "What happened, where are you going?"

"Two large gangs of drug dealers are fighting, and the war has spread to several villages. Now the government army and the local army are fighting..."

Myanmar's government army and local army have been at odds over the years, and it is their ordinary people who are suffering. Qiongying usually pays more attention to international news and understands a little bit; Poison understands what is going on.