There are many dandies in the world, but not many dandies can recognize the Red Devil Sheep.

The red demon sheep is rare and rare, and its appearance can be said to be exactly the same as that of ordinary shepherds. Very few Qi practitioners can recognize this kind of monster.

A dandy boy can recognize the Red Demon Sheep at a glance, which shows that this person must be in contact with these monsters from time to time.

Yun Jiduo glanced at the other person and said, "How many do you have at home?"

"More than fifty! Brother, I must have come here for the gathering. My uncle is the talker of this gathering. Brother, save me! I, Feng Hai, will never forget it!"

The fat young man spoke very quickly and was covered in sweat.

Don't be in a hurry. The big iron pot walked around the small courtyard and got farther and farther away from the laughing young man sitting in the courtyard.

"Help me! Help me!"

The fat young man's cry for help gradually faded away with the gongs and drums, and the outside of the hospital became quiet.

Yunji continued to eat the food and wine without any intention of getting up.

Ma Dao observed his words and did not guess what Yun Ji was thinking, so he said: "Chi Wu of the Teng Snake Tribe is difficult to deal with. No less than dozens of Qi practitioners have died in his hands. All the forces in Sha Town are against him.

Be afraid of three points."

Ma Dao's words were intended to remind Yun Ji not to be impulsive, as he did not want to get himself involved.

"What kind of cultivation is that Chiwu?"

"At the peak of the Qi refining stage, coupled with the demon blood of the prairie people, Chiwu can fight against ordinary foundation-building masters if he fights for his life."

"Teng She Bu, he is indeed a local snake. Let's go and have a look. The sheep cooking party will be lively."

"I know the place, it's in the square in the middle of the town."

After eating and drinking, Saber led the way to the small square in the center of Sha Town.

Passing a dirty alley, Yunji paused and looked towards the end of the alley.

There are some little beggars living in this alley.

The older one was about ten years old and the younger one was three or four years old. They were sitting on the floor, holding bowls in their hands and eating.

Opposite the little beggars, there was an unkempt old woman sitting, holding an empty pot. She must have just finished cooking porridge. She didn't take a bite, she just looked at the little beggars and smiled.

The old woman was the old beggar at the entrance of the town who once reminded Yunji to take a detour.

Glancing silently, Yunji crossed the alley with a smile on his face.

"There are still many good people in the world."

Yunji's words to himself made Sabao feel a little cramped in his legs, and he nodded in agreement.

Anyway, you are the uncle, so whatever you say will be enough.

There is a large open space in the center of Sha Town, which is the territory of the Tengshe tribe. It is usually used for fighting and wrestling, but today it is used as the venue for the sheep cooking meeting.

There was a large iron pot set up in the open space, with huge torches around it. There was a high chair under the torch, and sitting there was a tall and thin guy, who looked like a man with a penis. He was about forty years old, with sinister eyes and a head.

It's all braided.

This man's right hand was wrapped around a small blue-eyed snake with emerald green patterns, three feet long, and it was spitting out snake messages from time to time.

The open space was crowded with people watching the excitement, with three floors inside and three floors outside. It was noisy, chaotic and lively.

The cauldron has been filled with water, covering Feng Hai's neck. As soon as he got closer, he heard the rich man yelling curses.

"Barbarian, you dare to cook me! My family is the Feng Mansion in Changsong City! Go and find out how many wealthy families in the Wu Kingdom can surpass mine! If I have any trouble, you Manchus will suffer! Let me go! Let me go!

"

Feng Hai shouted until his voice became hoarse, but Chi Wu remained unmoved.

There was also a fat middle-aged man standing next to the cauldron. He looked like a businessman and looked very ugly.

The man raised his hands in the direction of the big chair and said, "Sir Chiwu, what is the connection between our Tianmang Chamber of Commerce and the grassland? You should know very well that we are all one family, so why should we kill each other?"

Chiwu glanced sideways at this person and sneered: "A family? Hansong, you are exalting yourself. Your chamber of commerce is just a dog raised by the Xiong people. When did you start treating yourself as a human being?"

A fat middle-aged man named Han Song is a member of the Chamber of Commerce stationed in Sha Town. He is quite proud on weekdays, and all the forces from all religions and professions respectfully call him "Boss Han." However, this is not the case in front of Chi Wu, who does not buy it at all.

Han Song knew Feng Hai's identity very well. If Feng Hai could not be saved today, when Feng Hai's uncle, Feng Yuanliang, the core figure of Tianmang Chamber of Commerce, arrived in Sha Town, Han Song would be the first to question him.

As for whether Feng Yuanliang and Chi Wu would become enemies and fight because of this, Han Song didn't know. He only knew that he was not a human being today, and he was in a dilemma.

Han Song had no choice but to say almost as if begging: "I still have two hundred-year-old ginseng in my hand. For the sake of the Chamber of Commerce, please let Feng Hai go. He is still a child and is not sensible. I

Make amends for him."

Chiwu sneered and said, "You can let him go. You Hansong, go into the pot. Today is a sheep-cooking meeting. Someone must be familiar with it."

Speaking of this, it is destined to not end well.

Saber squeezed through the crowd and helped Yunji find a good place, next to a tea stall.

Just as he stood still, he saw Yunji rolling up his sleeves and his saber trembled in fear. He thought that this man was going to rush forward to save Feng Hai. After all, they were all members of the Chamber of Commerce, so it would not be a surprise for Yunji to use his saber.

"Two cups of tea and a plate of melon seeds."

It turned out that the purpose of rolling up his sleeves was to drink tea, and Ting Yunji asked for tea. Ma Dao felt relieved and urged the tea stall owner to serve tea quickly with a smile on his face. It was such a lively event like the Sheep Cooking Conference, and it looked so cool to drink tea and crack melon seeds.

smell.

In the center of the open space, several prairie barbarians were coming and going, stacking dead branches and pieces of wood under the iron pot. There was a tall prairie man waiting aside with a torch. As long as Chi Wu gave the order, the sheep cooking ceremony would really begin.

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Cruelly boiling a living person can be called torture, but no one present was afraid.

There are few ordinary people in Sha Town, most of them are masters licking blood from the blade of a knife. This kind of scene has been seen many times.

Especially some of the desperadoes couldn't help but feel inexplicably excited when they saw this scene.

Seeing that the fire was about to be lit, Feng Hai in the iron pot was really anxious and said loudly: "I will pay! Whoever rescues me, I will pay five hundred taels of gold!"

Five hundred taels of gold is equivalent to five thousand taels of silver. This is a windfall. Ordinary people will never earn so much money in a few lifetimes. Even in the largest capital of the Wu Kingdom, they can buy a decent small courtyard.

It is absolutely true that people will die for money.

As soon as Feng Hai's words came out, the crowd's eyes immediately changed. Greed appeared in many people's eyes, but more of them were afraid.

No one moved.

Compared with life, Feng Hai's price is not expensive enough.

"Ten thousand taels!" Feng Hai continued to increase the price: "Save me out and I'll give you ten thousand taels of silver!"

The crowd started talking loudly, and the fear in some people's eyes was dissipated by the bloodshot eyes that gradually appeared.

"The price is 20,000 silver! Cash it in today!"

As Feng Hai doubled the price, there was the sound of drawing swords in the crowd, and dozens of men in slovenly clothes but with sharp eyes walked onto the open space.

These people were wearing thick cloth, with soft armor under the cloth. They looked unremarkable, and it would be difficult for ordinary swords to cut through them in close combat.
Chapter completed!