Zixu blinked and took out the gossip plate he carried with him.

"I want to laugh at you. Even if there is really something dirty, will the three of us be afraid of it here?"

Dan Yangzi smiled disdainfully. He thought it was something amazing. It turned out to be a piao.

"It's gone, let's go, it's gone. The thing in broad daylight won't come out easily. And even if you encounter it, the three of us should have the ability to protect ourselves, right?"

Zixu smiled and nodded, looking eager to try.

"It's not that simple after hearing what I said."

Zhang Qingyang shook his head slowly and said in a deep voice: "Although something is wrong, I didn't find anything wrong with this couple."

"I just followed my husband out. He was really just buying vegetables and was able to bargain normally. He had no extra behavior and showed no signs of being leaned over by Apiao."

Danyangzi curled his lips, "That's the pregnant wife?"

Zixu nodded, as if only this option was left.

"No, I observed her with my spiritual sense, and there was no trace of yin energy on her body."

"You don't have a husband and a wife, either, that must be because you're too worried!" Danyangzi sneered.

"Senior Brother Zhang, is it because the feng shui here is too bad, the yin and evil qi are heavy, and you have not had a good rest?"

Zixu wanted to ask if he was nervous?

Zhang Qingyang shook his head, "Actually, I have also thought about whether it was because of Feng Shui that caused me to misjudgment. But just now..."

...

Half an hour ago.

Zhang Qingyang followed Xiaomao, Xie Yu followed Zhang Qingyang, and the three of them went to the nearby farmers' market one after another.

It was less than five o'clock at this time, and the sky was dark and the streets were extremely deserted in the winter.

Many stalls have not yet been stuck. It is too early to buy vegetables now, right?

This is also the reason why Zhang Qingyang is sure that there is something wrong with his beard.

In such a huge farmers' market, only those larger shops were on their lights and busy placing dishes.

Zhang Qingyang followed another road several meters behind Xiaomou's body, wearing a thick coat and a medical surgical mask, and using his spiritual sense to observe Xiaomou's every move.

He didn't ask for the price, but passed by shops with lights and walked straight to the depths of the farmers' market.

This behavior is obviously a bit abnormal.

Zhang Qingyang was about to follow him quickly when he suddenly found another strange figure in his spiritual sense.

It was a round figure, as if it was following him all the time.

At first he didn't think anything was there, he just thought it was a passerby who happened to be on the same road.

But when he fell behind his beard and headed straight to the depths of the farmers' market, the fat man was still behind him?

What is the final line to eat Chinese?

He is not a young girl.

Where can normal people follow a big man in broad daylight?

This person is definitely a trick!

...

Xie Yu thought of this, and he was sure that this guy was not a good person.

Who is not good at the tail? Want to have a mustache at the tail?

He is not a young girl, so I'm afraid this person has a trick in his mind, right?

Zhang Qingyang didn't know Xie Yu's identity, so he didn't care about him at this time because his beard had already walked into a black house.

The surrounding environment of the house was very poor, and blood was dripping everywhere.

Zhang Qingyang's eyes narrowed, and he was caught!

The spiritual consciousness immediately penetrated into the room.

I saw the mustache faced a big eight-foot man holding a cigarette in his mouth, and said with a smile:

"Brother Qiang, I'm here! Did the first batch of goods be killed this morning?"

Hearing the sound of the mustache, the big man took a sip of the cigarette. The original half of the cigarette was dried up in one sip and only the filter was left.

"call--"

The big man vomited a long breath of smoke and cursed:

"You are so arrogant, you're here. I've been working all night for your labor and management! Those bosses who are raising money call and urge people like a plague. So many goods have not been killed yet, just waiting for you!"

The bearded smiled quickly and said, "Thank you for your care, Brother Qiang,"

Hearing the conversation between the two, Zhang Qingyang frowned.

What product? Not killed yet?

Why have to wait for him?

Does the goods he refers to people?

Zhang Qingyang's eyes narrowed and he reached out to take out a thunder talisman from his pocket.

Just when he was about to break into the door and ask clearly.

In his spiritual sense, the eight-foot man washed his hands and specially ate soap.

"I know your wife can't smell smoke, so wait for me to wash my hands."

After washing, he asked Xiaomou with a smile: "How many months will your wife have to give birth?"

"I've been pregnant for six months, and it'll be almost the same for another three months."

"I'm going to be a father, congratulations!"

"Hehe, we are happy together."

The corners of the mustache's mouth couldn't help but rise.

This conversation immediately made Zhang Qingyang stunned. Could it be that he misunderstood?

The next moment, the man took out a suckling pig from somewhere and was hugged and was carried onto the pig-killing platform.

The man picked up a butcher knife, looked at the beard, and laughed and scolded:

"If it weren't for your begging me, how could you use this thing to kill pigs now?"

"ah?"

The bearded man was stunned, "Brother Qiang, aren't you a pig slayer? Why don't you kill pigs with a knife?"

"Times have changed, now they are all fully automatic. Do you understand the assembly line?"

Brother Qiang smiled and explained: "I haven't killed a whole pig seriously for many years. The pork outside is all meat from the assembly line of a large factory, and I will be vaccinated regularly, so it's OK!"

"Actually, this is good, and the piglets are less painful. I still remember when I first slaughtered a pig, the little guy shouted so heartbreakingly that he couldn't do anything at all."

Brother Qiang's eyes slightly darkened, and he recalled the scenes of that year.

The bearded man said silly: "Ah, then am I considered breaking your selves with Brother Qiang? Can you do it?"

"Breaking a hammer's ring? I'm working with the factory to save trouble. Killing pigs is a technical job, and it's even more physical job. It's not easy."

Brother Qiang picked up the pig-killing knife, put it on the whetstone, and began to sharpen the blade.

"When you look at it, it's fear, it's panic. You think it's just a pig, but in fact it may know everything. It knows what it means to sharpen a knife..."

Listening to Brother Qiang's words, the beard shook for no reason, subconsciously shrank his neck, as if he had become the pig waiting to be slaughtered.

He saw the pig's eyes, and it seemed as if tears were flashing.

When talking about killing pigs in front of pigs, you know torture.

"I don't know why you insisted on killing the first pig today."

Brother Qiang shook his head, picked up the pig-killing knife, and passed through the blood that was ready to go through in advance.

"Look at it!"
Chapter completed!