The pot of chicken soup was quickly fucked by three people.

At this time, the fat man leaned half on his backpack and patted his stomach with satisfaction.

"I said, Lao Li, you are really good at it. This pot of stewed chicken only contains some simple seasonings, but it is more delicious than those high-end restaurants."

The fat man smashed his mouth and seemed to be still savoring the taste of chicken soup, and then said, "I'm telling me, what's the secret... Isn't it? Teach me...

"Fatty, why did you start to stutter when you speak? You bit your tongue by drinking chicken soup?"

Lin Feng, who was sitting aside, saw the fat man stuttering and couldn't help but complain.

"You...you...you...you...you...would...be just bit your tongue."

The fat man rolled his eyes and was about to fight back against Lin Feng, but suddenly his face changed and said, "What... is going on!? Damn... my whole body... began to... numb!"

The fat man said, trying to move his body, but he found that he felt like he was being anesthetized and could not move at once!

Lin Feng's face changed now!

I saw him twisting his body hard, and his body just shook slightly.

"Crip! This... damn... what's going on!"

At this time, even the fool knew that there was something wrong with the food he had just eaten. So the fat man scolded and looked at the cripple Li, who was opposite the two of them.

The expression on the cripple's face suddenly became nervous. He trembled and took out a knife from behind, and cried and said, "Two bosses, don't blame me... I'm also helpless... The mushrooms will only make people paralyzed, and they will return to normal for an hour at most, which is not a problem."

The fat man grinned and glared at him, as if saying, "Your fucking knife has been taken out, isn't that a problem? Who knows what we have become in an hour?"

However, Li Zizi didn't feel any glare at the fat man's glare, and he still muttered, "Don't blame me, I have no choice. Only when you die can you save my son..."

The lame man took the scissors and walked towards the fat man tremblingly. The nervousness and fear on his face should not seem to be pretending.

"Boss, go with peace of mind. From now on, I will burn paper money for you every Qingming Festival..."

The lame Li raised the sharp knife in his hand with a crying voice, tremblingly, and was about to stab the fat man!

"stop!"

At the critical moment, Lin Feng suddenly rose from the ground. He waved his hand and a black shadow was thrown out by him like lightning, and then accurately hit the lame Li Shidao's hand.

"ah!"

The lame Li screamed in pain, and the sharp knife suddenly came out of his hand, and then he knelt down with pain when he grabbed Lin Feng's wrist.

The fat man could see clearly that what Lin Feng threw out was a solid big stone.

Moreover, when he hit Li's wrist, the fat man heard the sound of bone shattering. I'm afraid that this lame man would not only be lame, but might have broken his hand in the future...

Although the cripple Li was screaming in pain when Lin Feng came to this moment, his mind was still clear.

He immediately knew Lin Feng's power was so powerful that he didn't care about the huge pain, and ran away with his wrist holding his legs.

But no matter how much he escaped, how could he escape from Lin Feng's palm? Lin Feng did not chase him, but leisurely picked up a stone from the ground and found it and threw it away.

"ah!"

Another scream came, and the cripple Li Ben's leg, whose movement was somewhat hindered, was hit hard by the stone, and fell to the ground with a staggering stagger.

Then Lin Feng slowly walked to Li Zi's side, grabbed him and dragged him back.

"Tell me, what are you doing? We have no grudges with you, so we want to harm us for Mao?" Lin Feng threw the lame Li next to the fat man, and then sat down next to him.

"I dare not, don't dare, boss... I have no choice but to... wuwu."

The lame Li's hands and feet were painful, and Lin Feng was captured alive again. He was so scared that he almost urinated his pants and cried out directly.

"No...I dare!? Then...then...then...your mother...and...it's still...to shine the knife!"

If the fat man hadn't been in trouble at this moment, he would have jumped up and kicked the lame man a few times.

"Stop talking nonsense, what poison did you put on us? Come quickly!"

Lin Feng stretched out his feet and kicked the cripple and asked.

"No...no, boss, I really didn't poison it. That's the effect of mushrooms, which subsides in one hour at most..."

The lame man was already afraid of Lin Feng, so he dared not lie.

"Okay, I ask you, where did we provoke you? It's worth using a knife? If I hadn't reacted quickly, I would have become a ghost in your sword? Tell me, are you making money?"

Lin Feng stomped on the cripple's butt again.

"No! No, it's really not killing people for money... Boss. I really can't do anything about it."

The lame man screamed and cried.

"Then tell me why there is nothing I can do about it?"

"I said...I said..."

Now, the lame Li Cai told the truth tremblingly.

It turned out that he was not killing him for money, but was like using Lin Feng and Fatty to sacrifice to the mountain god.

Because there was a big deal in the village some time ago, everyone was very unlucky. In addition, the oldest hunters in the village said something nutritiously, "Look, this is the end of not following the rules of the ancestors. If you don't have to sacrifice to the mountain god alive, no one will think of going into the mountain in the future."

This statement may usually attract the sneer of the younger generation. However, everyone knows the current situation is abnormal, so it is natural to think that it is indeed what the older generation said.

Then the question comes again.

Since it is a living sacrifice, who will be used as a sacrifice?

Although the villagers have simple thoughts, they do not mean that they are stupid. No one wants to fall into their own heads for such a life-and-death matter.

The result can only be solved with the most primitive method, that is, drawing lots.

The unlucky guy, the unlucky guy, has been in trouble for half his life, but he still hasn't escaped this time. He got the unlucky badge.

The cripple Li family only depended on each other with an only son. No matter who was used as a sacrifice, it would be 10,000.

Just when he was at a loss and was almost forced by the villagers to take his son to live for sacrifice, the fat man and Lin Feng appeared.

So in order to save his son's life, the cripple Li had to murder the lives of the two of them for the first time.

"He... he..., feudal superstition... kills people. You... these fools are simply... evil pens."

After hearing this, the fat man felt that he almost lost his life because of this ridiculous reason, and he was immediately angry.

Lin Feng looked at the cripple Li and was silent for a while, and said, "You are too naive. Do you think you can calm the anger of the mountain god by killing us? Wake up, don't pin your hopes on these things, everything depends on your own."

"Okay, this matter has been revealed. You will continue to take your way tomorrow. I won't care about this matter."

Lin Feng waved his hand and said to the cripple.
Chapter completed!