After seeing off the hunter, the shop owner and the waiter started to take care of the "sheep deer" together. Su Zimu's stomach growled loudly, and he couldn't wait impatiently. He directly asked the waiter to boil water, bring the pot and fire, and then let the waiter
The owner cut the meat into thin slices and prepared to eat the meat in a shabu-shabu.
It's a pity that this damn place is so poor. The only condiments are coarse salt and a homemade sauce.
Su Zimu missed the Qiankun bag filled with condiments very much.
In desperation, I could only eat some tasteless shabu-shabu slices at the bottom, and the rest of the meat was skewered and grilled.
Without suitable condiments, roasting is the only acceptable cooking method for Su Zimu.
Reluctantly accepted.
The shopkeeper and the waiter were busy baking, and Su Zimu just opened his cheeks and ate it.
However, in a corner where he could not see, the shop owner suddenly winked at the waiter.
The waiter nodded knowingly, immediately moved a wine jar, opened the mud seal and sent it to Su Zimu: "Sir, this is the local wine brewed by the shop..."
"Move away, move away!" Su Zimu was not polite at all, and he didn't want it at all.
Just kidding, what kind of wine have I never seen in my previous life, from going to the spear platform to drafting beer? But Su Zimu is not addicted to alcohol. Who would care to drink the sour wine brewed in a country shop?
This disgusting thing might as well come with two bowls of water.
The waiter moved away the local wine angrily and gave the shopkeeper a helpless look.
The shopkeeper was also speechless and could only continue baking.
Su Zimu ate the sheep deer clean in one go, patted his belly with satisfaction, and called the shopkeeper to get ready to go to the house... Of course, there was no such thing as a house, just the most ordinary earthen house, and the shopkeeper took care of himself
Give up the house.
Needless to say, the furnishings in the room were shabby and old, and had an indescribable smell.
For a modern person with good hygiene habits, such sanitary conditions are simply unbearable.
But there is no way, this damn place has these conditions.
Su Zimu simply swept all the bedding aside and then reluctantly lay down.
Anyway, with his physique, it makes no difference whether he uses a quilt or not.
In the future, no matter what, we must buy a Qiankun bag with a larger capacity. Otherwise, food and accommodation will be a problem, and how can we travel around the world?
Or else, get a rope?
His mind was filled with random thoughts, but his body was not idle. Heat flowed through his meridians, constantly strengthening his body.
I was lucky enough to escape Mo Xingliang this time, but I may not have such good luck next time.
Rather than fighting for illusory luck, it is better to fight for tangible strength.
Unknowingly, it was midnight. Half asleep and half awake, Su Zimu suddenly heard a soft "pop" sound. He immediately opened his eyes alertly and turned his head to look. There was a bamboo tube stuck in the window paper, and a wisp of wisps of light.
Green smoke is floating out of the bamboo tube.
Su Zimu was stunned.
What's going on? Are you running into a black shop?
There was nothing to hesitate. He turned over and kicked the wooden window to pieces. There was a scream outside the window and a figure fell to the ground.
Su Zimu jumped up, smashed the roof and fell outside.
Suddenly there was a burst of exclamation: "Here it is!"
"Where to go!"
Amid the shouts, groups of villagers gathered around, either carrying poles or holding pitchforks. The two hunters were also among the crowd, holding luxurious bows and arrows.
Su Zimu felt bad: "Stop, what do you want to do!"
The shopkeeper waved the kitchen knife in his hand: "Dear fellow villagers, the boss has already sent word that as long as this thief is caught, the whole village will be rent-free for three years!"
The drums were sounded without heavy hammers, and the villagers hidden in the darkness rushed out, not only dozens of young and strong, but also many old and weak.
As if they had taken the wrong medicine, they rushed towards Su Zimu crazily, eager to bite off a piece of his flesh.
No matter how dull Su Zimu was, he could still guess that the so-called master family must be related to Mo Xingliang.
Although his teeth were itching with hatred, Su Zimu really couldn't do anything to the group of civilians opposite who were bewitched by the demonic cultivators.
No matter how ignorant the people are, they are still human beings!
Su Zimu sighed helplessly, exerted force suddenly, and the figure disappeared into the darkness.
In the blink of an eye, all the good people were gone. Only then did everyone realize that Su Zimu was a monk. The crowd immediately became chaotic. Many people retreated and hurried home and refused to come out again.
What about rent-free and tax-free? No matter how much you save, you still have to spend your life!
Su Zimu was not in a hurry to leave. He thought this was incredible, so he found a hidden place to hide. He planned to wait for everyone to disperse, then arrest the shop owner and question him thoroughly.
But before he could put it into action, a familiar figure suddenly came into view, and it turned out to be the lingering Mo Xingliang.
Su Zimu frowned.
It only took half a day to catch up again. Is this person a dog?
When Mo Xingliang saw so many people outside the store, he immediately understood what was happening: "Where are the people!"
The shop owner gave a trembling salute: "Run, run!"
Mo Xingliang was furious: "Who asked you to do it? Who?"
The shop owner almost curled up into a ball: "It's the owner's family, if it's passed down from the owner's family..."
puff……
There was a flash of blood, and the shopkeeper broke his waist into two parts: "Did I let you speak?"
The others remained silent, and no one dared to talk to him anymore.
Su Zimu sighed quietly. Is this man's brains showing off?
There must be something hateful about the poor people. Although the shop owner felt aggrieved to die, he really couldn't sympathize with him.
Su Zimu didn't want to disturb Mo Xingliang, so he was about to retreat quietly when he suddenly saw Mo Xingliang take out something like a compass from his Qiankun bag.
He muttered something and pointed on the compass.
Su Zimu's scalp felt numb for no reason, and suddenly he noticed that Mo Xingliang raised his head and looked this way.
not good!
He didn't dare to be lazy, jumped up suddenly, and rushed out like a frightened rabbit.
No wonder the man named Mo came to our door so quickly. It turned out to be because of this thing!
Apart from sighing, I was also a little irritated. Why is this guy named Mo so arrogant? Why do I have to fight with him?
Mo Xinghao had a hard time catching Su Zimu's traces, but he was not willing to let him go. He chased after him like a flying horse: "Where are you going!"
While he was talking, he had already sacrificed the square seal and went straight to Su Zi's behind the scenes.
Su Zimu turned sideways to avoid it, and the square seal hit a thatched house in the middle. There was a loud bang, and the wall collapsed and the house collapsed.
Suddenly there were screams in the house, it seemed to be a man and a woman.
The host of Su University didn't know what to say. The man named Mo was indeed a member of the devil's path. In order to bring bad luck to him, he would even kill his own people.
Hide-and-seek was not his strong point, and there was no point in continuing to harm the villagers. Su Zimu used all his strength and jumped out of the village.
Mo Xingliang tried his best to catch up, but he could barely keep up in the open space. When he got into the woods, his speed was greatly affected.
But it doesn't matter, he has plenty of time.
At this moment, Su Zimu also had a severe headache and kept thinking about how to destroy the compass, otherwise he would never be able to get rid of the oil bottle!
