Zhi Shouzhen raised his head and looked at the lonely and dilapidated Sail Yangji archway in front of him, as well as the brilliant lights stretching for hundreds of miles behind the archway.
The cold night wind blew through a cloud of dust, and the eaves of the building overhead creaked. A shriveled and black corpse hung on it, swaying back and forth, its neck softly folded down, and its empty eye holes looking down as if mockingly.
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Underfoot is a rugged dirt road, with overgrown weeds on both sides, tall and dense, with dark potholes and twists and turns that are difficult to distinguish. From time to time, Zhikarizhen catches glimpses of eyes peeping from deep in the grass, which are obscene and dark.
This area is the outskirts of the sheep slaughtering market, and the lowest level of the local "reptiles" lurk. They have no food to eat and no clothing to cover their bodies. Like humble and ugly bugs, they hide in deep and dirty caves to look out for the wind and report back.
They gather information and beg to survive. However, once they find that their prey is weak and can be bullied, they will rush forward and transform into ferocious and bloodthirsty beasts.
"Little fat sheep, be honest with me, or else I will sell you to Wang Po's bun shop and chop you up and use it as meat filling!" Fat Tiger glanced at a "reptile" sneaking its head out, cursed and tugged on the rope.
The dragging made Zhi Shou really stagger forward.
The road ahead gradually leveled off, and along the way there were densely packed adobe houses, like raised buns, connected into large-scale rural villages. Several layers of spiked fences were erected outside the villages, and earthen towers ten feet high were erected, which were rough and rough.
Square holes were cut into the tower wall, and dim and uncertain candlelight shone through.
"Woof woof -" I heard the sound of footsteps, and tall and ferocious mastiffs ran out from the darkness of the fence, baring their teeth and growling in a low voice. Sharp arrows poked out of the holes, and several barbarians with leopard heads and eyes were exposed and painted with oil paint.
face, tightening the bow string, staring at the two fat tigers alertly.
Fat Tiger raised his hands in the air and shouted a few times. Most of these barbarians are indigenous to the central part of the wilderness. They have tough temperaments and work together to make a living. They usually make a living by hunting, and sometimes they do a few business of licking blood with the blade of a knife.
Further forward, the lights became brighter, the dirt road gradually opened up, and forks appeared one after another. Zhikarizhen passed by scattered bamboo houses, tree houses, thatched barns, wooden villages, earthen castles, brick houses, grottoes, tombs... these
The buildings vary in height and size, with various shapes and strange shapes: some are hung with thorn branches wrapped with white bones; some have brightly colored bird feathers on their roofs; some have nut shells, eggshells, and turtle shells inlaid on the outer walls;
What's more, a circle of dry feces in the shape of a top was sprinkled around the outside of the yard...
"Kill those minions to vent your anger on Sun Guo!" "The ghost sect's brats are getting more and more crazy, and even we dare to provoke them!" "Fuck them!"
More than twenty Ma Huahu gathered together with sticks and sticks, rushed out of the tree house, and ran towards the distance with great momentum. Fat Tiger lowered his voice and said: "Ma Hua and Hu's minions each have their own gangs here, and they are very arrogant.
There are many 'wild dogs' from outside living in this area, and all ethnic groups in the wilderness are in chaos. The wild dogs that have survived to this day have a few brushes."
Zhi Shouzhen's heart was slightly moved. The news that the leader of the Humin Clan, the leader of the Ghost Sect, Yin Jiuyou, was killed by Yan Qilang, should not have spread yet...
Along the way, Fat Tiger led him through the trading camp where "grass rats" roamed, passed through various weird temples filled with fireworks, and bypassed the Black Wind Village where horse bandits were entrenched... More than half an hour later, the two arrived at the slaughterhouse.
The center of Yangji - Daotou Street.
The strong and mixed smell is like ocean waves, coming from all directions.
Zhikari could really smell the pungent smell of blood, the rotten smell of maggots on corpses, the foul smell of human and animal excrement, the fermented smell of garbage, the rancid smell of swill, the sour smell of leather armor, the rusty smell of swords, and the ore.
The smell of burning in the forge, the choking smoke of burning firewood, the smell of lard fried in the hot pan, the pickled smell of meat and vegetables, the watery smell of fish and shrimp, the milky smell of cheese, and the sweetness of powdered fat.
The greasy smell, the fresh smell of grass and trees...
Thousands of flavors blended together, bringing an extraordinary strong stimulation. Zhikari stopped and took a deep breath. This is the special smell of the slaughterhouse. Once you smell it, you will never be able to smell it again.
Can't forget.
Fat Tiger dragged him forward. The entire Daotou Street was criss-crossed and extended in all directions, like a dense spider web extending to the middle of the wilderness. Restaurants, inns, casinos, brothels, shops, and workshops were lined up in rows, and each one was like a city.
There are endless torches and lanterns, shining like stars, illuminating the surrounding area with colorful lights.
The streets were busy with traffic, and all kinds of foreign races passed by Zhikarizhen: Kunlun slaves who were several feet tall and covered in pitch black, short and strong dogs with buck-toothed noses, petite and fragrant Hui tribes, green-faced and fangs, and as agile as
The Yaksha of the wind, the zombie tribe with stiff limbs and strange expressions... They either ignored Zhikari Zhen and the other two, or looked at Zhikari Zhen for a few times, passing each other in a hurry. Someone who knew Fat Tiger came over to say hello,
Fat Tiger always sticks out his chest and belly, and pulls the rope with dignity: "This is the two-legged sheep I just caught. I plan to train it and play with it!"
The young man had already dressed up: his hair was tangled and disheveled, stained with grass ash and blood, his feet were bare, and his exposed skin was smeared with mud and dirt, giving him the slovenly look of a little beggar. The acquaintances snickered and retreated, secretly
This idiot named Fat Tiger has a unique taste that is difficult for ordinary people to taste.
Near the center of the street, there is a huge square pit with a depth of ten feet, which is shocking. The pit is filled with pale skulls, densely packed and layered on top of each other. This is the pit of life and death for the sheep slaughtering market. If the various forces are in conflict, there will be no other choice but to fight in secret.
, you can also choose someone to show off your sword and gun here, and bet on life and death.
Fat Hu dragged Zhi Kaizhen, and was about to turn into a side alley, when suddenly a beautiful woman in her thirties jumped out of a gorgeous building decorated with lights, blocking Fat Hu's way.
She put one hand on her hips, raised her eyebrows, and her white onion-like fingers almost poked Fat Hu's eyes: "Fat Tiger, why don't you stop!"
Fat Tiger's fat face drooped on the spot, and his tall and fat body seemed to have shrunk by an inch: "Sister Xue, I——"
"You little brat who can kill a thousand swords, how many times have I told you? At such a young age, don't learn how to rob people! How dare you secretly hide it from me and follow others to kill two-legged sheep on the rope bridge?
Are you talking about farts?" The beautiful woman became more and more angry as she spoke. She grabbed the fat tiger's ears and twisted them hard, "With your little skills as a three-legged cat, you pulled her like a 25,800,000-year-old!
I tell you..."
"There are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in the rivers and lakes. People's hearts are sinister. If you are not careful, there will be no corpse left..." Fat Tiger silently recited the old sayings repeated countless times by the other party in his stomach, while crying and begging for mercy: "Sister Xue, my sister Hong Lianxue,
Spare Fat Tiger! I don’t dare to do it anymore. If I don’t listen to you next time, I won’t be able to eat the big chicken drumsticks!”
"You brat, do you want another time? If you can't eat big chicken legs, you can still eat small chicken legs, right? I tell you, if there is another time, I will cut off your eggs with my own hands!" Hong Lianxue spat.
, he let go of his hand angrily, "Have you eaten? Follow me to the kitchen, I left a braised chicken leg for you."
Fat Tiger was overjoyed, and immediately said with a grimace: "Sister Xue, please put the chicken legs and rice in a food box for me to take away. I'm in a hurry."
"Hey, the sun came out from the west today? What could be more urgent than you eating chicken legs?" Hong Lianxue looked at Fat Tiger suspiciously, and when she caught a glimpse of Zhikarizhen, her beautiful eyes froze slightly, "Fat Tiger, this is
What's going on?"
Fat Tiger avoided Hong Lianxue's eyes with a guilty conscience: "This... this is the little fat sheep I caught, and I plan to... train him. Sister Xue, you are short of manpower. I have trained him, so... give it to him."
You deliver it."
Hong Lianxue stared at Fat Tiger for a while, sneered, and raised Zikari's chin with her fingers: "Lift your head and show me."
Zhi Shou raised her head in a dull manner. The beautiful woman had tall temples and a golden walking stick inserted sideways. Her phoenix eyes were slender and charming as if they had hooks. She wore a peach-colored Luo Shang with gold bees and butterflies playing with flowers, and a mandarin duck was wrapped in it to play with the water.
The red brocade bellyband reveals a small half of a plump ball that is as white as fat.
"The eyes are quite spirited." Hong Lianxue's nails coated with impatiens juice gently scratched Shikari's chin, and a small piece of dirt fell down, revealing her white jade-like complexion. She glanced calmly:
"If you still make ends meet, just stay with me and be a turtle slave."
"Ah?" Fat Tiger was dumbfounded, "This can't be done, Sister Xue, I..."
"Aren't you going to give him to me? Are you talking like a fart?" Hong Lianxue raised her fingers lightly, and her nails were like sharp blades, easily cutting through the ropes that bound Zhizhen. "Otherwise, I will have to sell him to
Grandma Wang’s bun shop has gone."
"Sister Xue! My dear sister Xue! Please don't do it!" Fat Tiger's face turned red from holding back, and big beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, "Sister Xue, if you... act recklessly, I will never listen to you again.
That’s it! I mean it!”
Hong Lianxue looked at him intently for a moment, then smiled with a charming smile. "Huzi, you have grown up and have your own ideas." She touched Fat Hu's messy hair and whispered, "Your mother
How happy I would be if I were still alive. Well, you can go and he will stay." When he said the last sentence, his tone was decisive, revealing the coldness of a blade.
"Sister Xue!" Fat Tiger looked at Zhikarizhen as if asking for help. The young man said nothing, lowered his head and followed the beautiful woman into the brightly lit mansion.
On the vermilion plaque depicting dragons and phoenixes, there are three large gilded characters of "Yichun Courtyard".