The God of Wealth: Her Top Game of Thrones

"Why do this?"

Olivia was a little confused and didn't know how these things appeared on her farm.

"Abuse, evil sacrifice," W said, not caring much. He lowered his eyes, even speaking with a certain indifference, "Or perhaps the murderer is simply a pervert."

They had seen thousands of corpses like this.

Even the most soft-hearted King was unmoved.

After all, he himself was just one of the thousands of baby corpses who had barely survived in the world.

Olivia's face was a little terrified and pale. She silently looked at the mercenaries with the same indifference on their faces, and finally realized that they were all the strongest weapons in the world.

It was because they were next to Nicoletta, and they looked so full of life that Olivia for a moment forgot their identities.

"Land," Tang Tang looked at Land, who had a thoughtful look on his face, and asked, "Do you have any guesses?"

Land hesitated for a moment before whispering, "I've seen... the sorcery of nailing a head with bone needles before, but I'm not sure if it's the same this time."

After all, most of the evil magic in the world is actually similar, the only difference is that the methods used are cruel.

Sky, who was standing by, looked at Land in confusion and asked, "Brother, when have you ever seen this thing before?"

Land gave Sky a complicated look, "When you were a kid... before we were taken back to Black Mamba, you don't remember anything."

Sky's eyes were confused for a moment, trying to recall his childhood memories, but his face suddenly turned pale.

Because he found that he really didn't remember.

The most he could recall was that he and his brother emerged from a dark room, and then were taken into the memory of the Black Mamba...

“I don’t remember…?”

He muttered to himself, trying desperately to recall, but could only recall extremely brief fragments.

It was precisely because of these messy fragments of memories that Sky never noticed the problem.

Tang Tang suddenly frowned, then asked, "Is it something that happened before joining Black Mamba?"

"Yeah," Land said, "It's no secret... Sky and I are both orphans, our parents..."

He frowned, somewhat uncertainly, "Probably Thai and white people? Or Burmese and white people."

Land and Sky are actually very good-looking, with good facial features. They have the unique flavor of Southeast Asians, as well as the three-dimensional bones and facial features of European and American descent.

Coupled with their slightly dark skin and distinct black and white eyes, the two look like carefully carved clay dolls, with a sense of natural and simple beauty.

If Tang Tang had to give an example, it would be that Land and Sky are somewhat similar to people from Xinjiang or Tibet in China.

Among the people present, they were all pretty much the same.

Caroline and Olivia are better off, both have relatively healthy families.

Tang Tang and this group of mercenaries are different. If they hold a competition to see who is more miserable than others, it would be like holding twelve volumes of military books, each of which has its own fame.

A group of people together cannot make a pair of parents.

It's a joke from hell.

"In short, Sky and I started wandering when we were very young, first in Thailand, and then when we were a few years old, we were taken to Myanmar by human traffickers."

It’s easy to say what to do in Myanmar.

Myanmar is short of people, but it is not short of people.

However, the locals have relatives and ancestors, and the relationships are complicated, making them difficult to control.

Orphans like Land and Sky, brought from other countries by human traffickers, are the best choice for training private soldiers.

Land and Sky were raised by the leader of a large local Burmese family. They were soon armed with guns and became scouts.

At first, Land took Sky with him and thought that this kind of life seemed not bad.

As long as they held their guns, completed their missions, guarded the "piglets" they had deceived, and occasionally shot down a group of abandoned people, they would have enough to eat. But one day, Land discovered that the older scouts had sores on their faces and bodies.

Some good-looking children would be taken away and given to other little bosses to torture and entertain them.

Land was horrified and knew the reason.

Those children, who were not much older than him and his brother, were all fed drugs.

Those rotten sores are one of the sequelae. They are controlled by drugs and have no way to betray.

In a year at most, he too would be fed drugs, and after that, his younger brother would not be able to escape either.

Land at that time was already a child who had executed many people with a gun.

He finally made a decision.

"I decided to escape with Sky," Land said, "We have to escape, otherwise we will definitely die."

He knew that he must not act rashly, so he began to look for opportunities in secret.

"Later, I discovered that the head of the Bai family believed in Buddhism."

The four major families in northern Myanmar divide the entire northern Myanmar.

The Bai family, the He family, the Wei family, and the Xu family.

The head of the Bai family, Bai Tengfei, is 74 years old. He is a sinister and cunning old man, and also a big drug lord who has dominated northern Myanmar for many years.

He has countless blood on his hands, but he likes to create a persona of being a Buddhist. He even built many Buddhist temples in the Bai family and employed many monks.

“One time, I got a message.”

Land said, "Bai Tengfei invited several black-clad Azans to come to Myanmar."

"Black Azan? What is that?"

Caroline asked curiously upon hearing this.

Tang Tang actually knew this.

She said, "Have you heard of black magic? There are generally two types of black magic practitioners in Thailand. Black-robed Ajahns are black magic practitioners, who usually pay you to cast a black magic on your enemies. White-robed Ajahns are similar to priests, who don't kill or harm people. They only pray for blessings, remove black magic, etc."

"Head…surrender?"

Caroline was a little confused, "I don't think I've heard of it."

Tang Tang thought about it and translated it, "That's what we call a curse in Western culture. The black-robed Achan is the curse-maker, and the white-robed Achan is the mage who breaks the curse."

Caroline suddenly realized, "I understand!"

In fact, the beliefs in Southeast Asia are always a bit weird, especially in Thailand, especially in the sorcerers.

For example, the black-clad Azan mentioned by Land.

According to Tang Tang's understanding, almost all of Black Azan's methods are related to corpses.

The most famous one is the legendary Kumantong.

This is what people often call raising little ghosts in Thailand.

Kumantongs can be divided into good and evil, and of course, regardless of whether they are good or evil, they are all very evil.

A more benevolent Kumantong is one that injects the soul of a deceased baby into a clay doll and worships it every month to make wishes. It does not require killing any animals.

The more evil Kumantong is a sorcerer who dries up the dead fetus until it is the size of a palm and then feeds it with blood.