Before Shang Yanfei's eyes, the scarlet handwriting was like flowing blood, constantly meandering and wriggling, as if it wanted to crawl towards him and completely cover him.
He felt short of breath.
He tried to inhale deeply, but it felt like a heavy stone was pressing on his chest, preventing any air from getting in.
He tried his best.
Once, twice, three times...
His breathing was about to stop.
Am I going to die?
No, I don't want to die!
Shang Yanfei opened her mouth wide and made a "clucking" sound in her throat.
"Young Master!"
Those nearby were shocked to see Shang Yanfei like this.
The man quickly squatted down, supporting Shang Yanfei with one hand and gently patting his chest with the other to help him catch his breath.
Seeing that it had no effect, the man had no choice but to raise his hand, clench his fist, and punch him in the chest.
Shang Yanfei felt the heavy stone in her chest loosen and crack.
It seems like I can breathe a little bit now.
So he inhaled deeply.
It's like a fish that's been thrown ashore and is suffering from drought.
Then, another tremor came, and Shang Yanfei finally took a long breath.
But perhaps he was too hasty, he choked and coughed rapidly and forcefully.
He looked like he was coughing up his lungs.
Finally, his breathing became a little smoother.
At this moment, his thinking seemed less rigid, and he could move a little.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed into my mind.
Oh, right! I still have a chance.
Who knows who left that note? Maybe the person didn't even know they were the real mastermind?
Moreover, their leader might have been taken out.
Thinking of this, Shang Yanfei immediately shouted an order: "Quickly, find the person in the portrait, hurry up!"
The subordinates immediately obeyed the order.
Flocks of crows circled nearby.
The crow is a sacred bird worshipped by the Burmese.
They were already here long before Shang Yanfei arrived.
Only after spotting humans did they fly to a nearby high place.
Perhaps they really do have some kind of magical quality, as they are not afraid of people.
Some of them were still circling in the sky, while others landed on nearby trees, occasionally letting out a hoarse cry, then tilting their heads to watch the busy people below.
It was clear that Shang Yanfei's subordinates were well-trained. They were divided into groups and roughly divided into areas, with different people responsible for different areas, which made them seem very organized.
The members of different groups quickly dispersed, suppressing their discomfort, and moved back and forth among the corpses, comparing them.
At this moment, the temperature gradually rose, and the smell of blood in the air became increasingly strong, almost suffocating.
A swarm of flies buzzed and crawled incessantly on the corpse.
Many of the bodies had been shot in the head; some had half their faces gone, some had bloody holes in their foreheads, and some even had their entire faces smashed apart, a bloody mess.
Even those whose faces were relatively intact were covered in large patches of blood, making it impossible to see their original appearance.
Flies swarmed around these wounds, a sight that sent chills down one's spine.
As searchers arrived or the bodies were disturbed, flies nearby buzzed up.
Large flocks of them flew around them, and they couldn't be driven away.
I endured the discomfort!
They kept searching.
There were quite a few discoveries, such as the scarcity of Chinese people.
There are still significant differences in physical appearance between Chinese and Burmese people.
You can still make a rough distinction based on the hair and facial features.
However, after searching for a long time, they found that most of the people here were Burmese, and even those from other ethnic groups did not match the characteristics of the people in the picture.
Unbeknownst to them, after the battle, Chen Dong and Li Yuanfang cleaned up the battlefield and promptly treated the wounds of their own soldiers.
During the evacuation, they took both the wounded and the dead with them, leaving them to their own disposal.
Shang Yanfei no longer paid attention to the work of his subordinates.
He was helped to a shady spot far from the battlefield, where the smell of blood was almost gone.
Now, the faces of Chen Dong and Lao Qin are what appear most often in his mind.
Chen Dong appeared even more often.
At first, Chen Dong's face was somewhat blurry, but later his face with a faint smile became clearer and clearer.
Then, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, turning cold and stern, and his eyes lost all their gentleness.
His eyes turned cold and sharp, like a sword.
Shang Yanfei felt as if two swords of murderous intent were piercing straight towards him.
"ah!"
He yelled and tried to turn his head away.
But unexpectedly, I was still hit.
At that moment, he realized that Chen Dong had his eye on him.
"Have you found Chen Dong?"
Shang Yanfei asked her subordinates anxiously.
His subordinate went around asking around and returned to report: "Not yet..."
Upon hearing this, Shang Yanfei's face stiffened.
The subordinate added, "They said most of the people here aren't Chinese. They're all people we hired, and all the people we hired have died here. We haven't seen their bodies."
I knew it!
Since the other side was able to clean up the battlefield so well and take all their people away, it means that their losses were not very significant.
There are definitely still people alive on the other side, and quite a few of them.
Chen Dong's body has not been found to date.
It's possible that his body was taken away, but it's also possible that he didn't die, or even that he's alive and well.
God, let him die!
However, the fact that they left a note only shows that the other party already knew that they were the mastermind behind it all.
Therefore, regardless of whether Chen Dong is dead or alive, he may still face retaliation from him.
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