缅北亡命之徒

My name is Zhu Ran, and I will use my experience to warn my friends in the past. Northern Myanmar is a hell for adventurers and a paradise for outlaws. When I was forced to take root here and grow into a towering tree in the soil of sin, I could no longer tell whether it was the abyss or myself that swallowed everything. When you stare into an abyss, how do you make sure you don't turn into another abyss?