The Divine Eye for Appreciating Treasures: Starting from Escape from Northern Myanmar

Just as the two were fighting fiercely, a shrill cry suddenly came from a distance, breaking the silence.

It was the cry of a child, full of helplessness and fear.

This voice was like a stream of clear spring water, instantly extinguishing the anger in Sun Dongliang's heart.

He suddenly stopped what he was doing, stared blankly into the distance, a trace of confusion and regret flashed in his eyes.

"What are we doing?" Sun Dongliang muttered to himself, his voice full of fatigue and despair.

The kitchen knife in his hand slowly dropped down, as if it weighed a thousand pounds.

Seeing this, Wu Ming took the opportunity to step forward, grabbed Sun Dongliang's shoulders tightly, and pressed him to the ground.

However, this sudden calmness did not occupy Sun Dongliang's heart for long.

When Wu Ming let go of his hand and prepared to comfort him further, Sun Dongliang's eyes suddenly became sinister and cruel again.

He suddenly turned over, pushed Wu Ming away, and gripped the dusty kitchen knife again, with a determined light flashing in his eyes.

"Do you think I will give up so easily?" Sun Dongliang's voice was low and cold, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. "I, Sun Dongliang, have never bowed my head to anyone in my life, and I will not be bound by your so-called 'brotherhood'!"

In the moonlight, his face was distorted and looked extremely hideous.

Sun Dongliang knew very well that he had reached the end of his road. Surrendering himself would mean death, while continuing to flee would be like living in endless darkness.

He chose the third way - using violence to protect his shaky dignity and living space.

"Wu Ming, since you want to betray me, don't blame me for being ruthless!" As he said that, Sun Dongliang attacked again. This time he was more ferocious. Every knife strike was aimed directly at Wu Ming's vital points, obviously intending to kill him.

Wu Ming was forced to fight, but his heart was filled with bitterness and helplessness.

He knew that Sun Dongliang had completely fallen into madness and no words could awaken his sanity.

He could only try his best, hoping to find a glimmer of hope.

The two men engaged in a fierce fight in the narrow alley, with endless ferocity and cruelty revealed in the flashing of swords and shadows.

Each of Sun Dongliang's strikes was full of power and determination, as if he wanted to vent all his unwillingness and fear in this battle.

There was no hesitation or mercy in his eyes, only the desire for victory and anger at betrayal.

However, just as Sun Dongliang was about to succeed, an accident happened.

His feet slipped and he lost his balance, and the kitchen knife in his hand flew out of his hand and flew towards the distant wall.

At this moment, he showed a brief expression of astonishment, but it was immediately replaced by even more crazy anger.

"No! I won't lose!" Sun Dongliang roared, rushed to the pile of debris on the side, and began to frantically look for new weapons.

His behavior has gone beyond the scope of reason and he has completely become a beast driven by hatred and fear.

But this time no weapon was found, and Sun Dongliang sat on the ground dejectedly. Wu Ming walked over and wanted to comfort him, but he didn't know what to say.

After resting for a while, the two dragged their tired bodies back to their so-called home in the shantytown.

The night is as dark as ink, and the old houses in the shantytowns look even more dilapidated under the faint moonlight, as if every brick and tile carries the weight and vicissitudes of time.

Sun Dongliang dragged his heavy steps, step by step, towards the place that was so simple that it could hardly be called a "home". Each of his steps seemed particularly heavy, but his heart was filled with emotions heavier than his steps - a complex emotion mixed with despair, anger and madness.

Wu Ming followed him silently. The distance between them was neither far nor close, but there seemed to be an insurmountable gap between them.

His eyes showed both sympathy for Sun Dongliang and helplessness about his own fate.

He knew that the murderous intent in Sun Dongliang's heart had not dissipated due to fatigue. Instead, it was like a suppressed volcano that could erupt at any time.

Back at "home", this small and dim space contained only a shabby bed and a few scattered clothes.

The two men fell down almost at the same time, like dead dogs that had all their strength drained away, even their breathing became heavy and difficult.

However, beneath this seemingly calm surface, there is an undercurrent surging in Sun Dongliang's heart.

After a long time, when the night seemed to become darker and everything was immersed in dead silence, Sun Dongliang suddenly opened his eyes.

The previous fatigue and confusion were no longer in his eyes, but instead there was a terrifying murderous aura that made people's heart palpitate.

He lay there quietly, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if they could penetrate the darkness and look directly into the deepest fears in people's hearts.

He moved his body slowly, trying not to make any noise so as not to wake up the sleeping Wu Ming.

My fingers groped in the darkness and finally touched a pair of sharp scissors.

He had prepared it before for mending clothes, but now it became the most deadly weapon in his hand.

Sun Dongliang gripped the scissors tightly, the murderous intent in his heart burning like a ignited flame.

He looked at Wu Ming, the brother who had once fought alongside him and shared hardships, but now had become a threat that he had to eliminate.

He knew that once Wu Ming surrendered himself, he would face inescapable pursuit and trial.

And he would never allow such a thing to happen.

He approached Wu Ming quietly, each step filled with determination and cruelty.

Wu Ming was still sleeping, unaware of the impending danger.

His breathing was even and steady, and there was even a barely perceptible smile on his face, as if he had found a moment of peace in his dream.

However, this peace was destined to be short-lived.

When Sun Dongliang was only a few steps away from Wu Ming, he suddenly raised the scissors and stabbed Wu Ming's chest without hesitation.

At that moment, there was no hesitation or compassion in his eyes, only the desire to survive and anger at betrayal.

The scissors easily penetrated the clothes and skin and stabbed deeply into Wu Ming's heart.

Wu Ming woke up suddenly, a trace of astonishment and pain flashed in his eyes, but he was immediately swallowed up by endless darkness.

He struggled to call for help, but only faint whimpers came out of his throat, and eventually fell silent.

Sun Dongliang stood beside the bed, looking at Wu Ming's gradually losing life, a terrifying smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

That smile contained both satisfaction with victory and mockery of the cruelty of human nature.

He knew that he had embarked on a path of no return, but at this moment he was no longer afraid of anything. He only had a desire to survive and deep hatred for the betrayers.

The night was still dark, and a suffocating atmosphere of terror permeated the old houses in the shantytown.

Sun Dongliang stood there, as if blending into the surrounding environment, becoming a terrifying existence swallowed by darkness and hatred.

Wu Ming, on the other hand, remained forever in this desolate and terrifying night, becoming a victim of Sun Dongliang's crazy behavior.