Wang Fu rubbed his belly. He didn't eat a bite tonight, so he deliberately used it as a cover-up.
In the eyes of the mountain people, Wang Fu ate and drank a lot, but in fact he didn't drink or eat anything.
Not to mention that he has cultivated to this level, he is very good at Bigu Technique, and his daily intake of elixirs is enough to keep his body functioning.
Desires of food and drink have become an insignificant part.
The burning gaze of this family at the dinner was like looking at a fat pig eating grass, showing unabashed greed.
"Dad, is the knife sharpened?"
There was a whisper in my ear, it was the young and strong mountain man.
Two mountain people, an old man and a young man, have a father-son relationship. Their old mother, daughter-in-law and three children live at home.
"It has been sharpened so quickly that one knife can cut off the thigh bone."
The old mountain man asked back, "Where are the bows and arrows? Have the arrows been fed with medicine?"
"The medicinal arrows are ready. With one arrow, a three hundred kilogram wild boar can be brought down."
While the two were talking, the old woman and daughter-in-law at home intervened and said that the ropes and rakes were ready.
During the conversation, they were actually discussing the killing of Wang Fu.
Wang Fu smiled. In order to entertain him, the family had put a lot of effort into it.
He opened his Dharma eyes and saw that under the family's house, buried deep in the soil, were more than a dozen corpses, all of which were people who died in vain.
While eating, Wang Fu noticed that the rings on the old mountain man's hands, the gold teeth in his mouth, and the earrings worn by the old woman, etc., all contained lingering resentment.
"These are all black shops, no, the whole village is a den of thieves."
When Wang Fu returned to his hometown and entered the village, various families were vying for him to be a guest. It turned out that they were not offering hospitality, but were competing for the fat sheep to be slaughtered.
"Please be quiet and don't disturb anyone."
The old mountain man is the head of the family and has his own dignity, so no one else speaks.
"Remember, when the medicine in the wine takes effect, Shan Wazi and I will rush in. You guys will stay outside and put nets on the doors and windows to prevent him from jumping out of the windows and escaping."
"The trap for trapping the beast was buried shallowly at the door and sprinkled with a layer of loose soil."
What is professional? This is professional.
Wang Fu smiled and shook his head, murderous intent rising in his heart. For this village to survive in Gushan, in addition to harming people, it was probably also colluding with ghosts to survive for a long time.
in this case……
"Counting the time, the drug in the wine has taken effect, and the man inside is sleeping like a dead pig."
The daughter-in-law heard this and shouted, "Dad, that man's jade pendant is very beautiful, I want it."
"Those shoes are not bad, they fit me perfectly."
The whole family was chattering and carving up everything Wang Fu had in just a few words.
Wang Fu felt cold in his heart. He stood up and was about to kill him and burn the family and the whole village on fire.
Only burning fire can wash away the sins of this place.
There are more than a dozen corpses buried under one family's house. What about the other families in the village?
In particular, among these bones were men, women, old and young, including newborn babies.
The mountain people in front of me are no longer humans, but beasts wearing human skins.
Suddenly, the joyful cry of the old mountain people came from outside the door, "Great, the mountain god has appeared."
It turned out that the red cloth hanging in front of the open window was suddenly pulled off by the night wind. It did not fall to the ground, but floated far away with the wind.
"For this fat sheep to be chosen as an offering by the mountain god is a blessing that has been cultivated for several generations."
The old couple sobbed and said, "It's great. Our family has handed in the offerings this year, so we don't have to give the baby to the mountain god to eat."
The family hugged each other, crying and laughing, and fell into an extremely excited mood.
After a while, the old mountain man began to arrange manpower. He and his son held steel-forked bows and arrows to guard the doors and windows. The old woman and her daughter-in-law opened the big net to prevent Wang Fu from escaping.
The animal trap at the door was also removed. This animal trap was too vicious. Once it was caught, it would kill or cripple it. Considering that it was an offering to the mountain god, the physical body could not be broken, so it was removed.
"What a mountain god, you're just a little brat."
Wang Fu sneered, the mountain god of Gushan was an evil ghost who had changed his job. It was absolutely impossible for such a big ghost to drop his price enough to come and eat people in person.
"Pretending!"
Wang Fu rubbed his fingers and felt the ridges of the texture, and his heart was brewing with murderous intent.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"
There was a strong wind, and the whole village was whispering, "The mountain god is here."
"Whose family was chosen today?"
Then someone noticed, "Oh, it's the family with new guests. Good luck. The offerings are in place this year."
The villagers were obviously extremely terrified of the so-called mountain god, and hid in their homes with their doors and windows closed and did not dare to come out.
The dark wind suddenly reached the open space in front of the house in the blink of an eye. It suddenly rose up and settled on the roof.
Wang Fu raised his head and looked at the opponent with his Dharma Eyes, unable to hide him.
A vicious ghost bared its teeth and was peeking through the cracks in the roof, chewing in its mouth.
"Is this the mountain god the mountain people call him?"
Wang Fu felt extremely remorseful and wanted to feed himself to this thing?
I can't bear it, I really can't bear it.
Wang Fu raised his hand, and the texture on his palm shone brightly, and branch-like thunder flew out in an instant.
The thunder passed through the roof without damaging any tiles, and directly penetrated into the body of the spying evil ghost.
“Crack!
The evil ghost knelt down for a few steps and tried to fly into the air. Unexpectedly, the ability to change didn't work.
The next moment, he slipped from the slope of the roof and fell to the ground with two muffled sounds.
"Master Mountain God?"
"No, it's a messenger, the messenger of the mountain god."
A large family of mountain residents were dumbfounded when they saw something falling from the sky, but it turned out to be a vicious ghost.
The ferocious ghost was so mad that he stretched out the melon seeds, grabbed the little baby, threw it into his mouth and chewed it to pieces.
The wrists of both the old mountain people and the young mountain people were trembling, but the knives and bows and arrows were stuck like glue and they were never thrown out.
"Quickly, help the mountain god catch the offerings."
The old woman screamed sharply and rushed into the room with her daughter-in-law, trying to cover Wang Fu with the big net in her hand.
At this moment, the evil spirit stood up unsteadily, as if drunk, and suddenly touched his head.
The next moment, the thunderbolt he had used earlier emerged from his forehead and exploded.
"puff."
The evil spirit was blown to pieces on the spot.
"Come quickly, he killed the mountain god's messenger, we can't let him go."
The whole family was panicked. They had never been so panicked before when their children were eaten by evil spirits.
The heartbreaking screams finally woke up all the mountain people in the village. They all knew that something had happened. The fat sheep had killed the messenger of the mountain god, and something had happened.
in a blink……
Fire dragons lit up in the dark village, traveling through the roads and roads, and finally converged in front of and behind the family's house.
There was a roar of people, and the young men from each family were holding hoes, spears, and sharp knives and steel forks in their hands. Their faces were full of murderous intent, and more importantly, they were filled with fear and fear.
"Don't let him go, otherwise the mountain god will come and we will all die."
The cries of the old mountain people were particularly clear among the crowd.
Wang Fu raised his eyes and looked at the darkness in the distance, muttering to himself, "It's too late."