The atmosphere in the quagmire is polarized.

Some people sacrificed clay figures, ate snacks, and dived into the black mud to find stones, which made them so happy that they even wanted to dance hula.

Those who feed the sacrificial clay figures to no avail feel as if they are bereaved, and feel so miserable that they want to kill someone.

It doesn't matter if everyone can't do it. Why do I have to be the unlucky one?

But fortunately, there is still another chance.

Feed the Clay Man your own meat!

"I'll try!"

Xie Yangchun pursed his lips, pulled out a dagger, rolled up his trouser legs, and with a snap, cut off a thin piece of meat from his thigh, and then fed it to his clay figurine.

"Eat it!"

Xie Yangchun handed over the meat slices.

"Eat quickly!"

"I beg you!"

"I don't know if the meat on the thighs is okay?"

Everyone was staring at Xie Yangchun, waiting for a result with great expectation. Some people had already prayed to the gods and Buddhas all over the sky in their hearts.

Xie Yangchun's clay figurine was bored to death, but suddenly smelled the smell of blood. Like a frightened rabbit, it suddenly became frightened. When it saw the piece of meat handed over by Xie Yangchun, it immediately pounced on it, grabbed it and put it in its mouth.

plug.

"Eat, eat!"

"It works!"

"Help!"

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and cut their own flesh. It was bloody and painful, but it was worth it if they could survive.

"I don't know how much it eats?"

An Yixian had a sad face.

After the clay figurine finished eating the piece of meat, he licked his tongue, obviously still unsatisfied.

"Find a stone that can be placed on this slab!"

Xie Yangchun showed the slate to the clay figurine.

The clay figurine didn't look, but ran directly to his leg and took a big bite.

"Depend on!"

Severe pain immediately attacked Xie Yangchun's brain, and he subconsciously wanted to knock the clay figure down.

"Don't!"

Zhang Hao blocks it.

Xie Yangchun had a good will and stopped his hand. He was afraid that if he angered the clay figurine, he would really be doomed.

Fortunately, the clay figurine didn't push it too far. After biting a few bites like a hungry dog, he jumped down and dived into the black mud.

About three minutes later, the clay figure came out, holding a stone in both hands, and ran to Xie Yangchun's side.

"Thanks!"

Xie Yangchun took it politely.

Whoosh!

The little clay figurine jumped onto Xie Yangchun's thigh again and began to bite.

"..."

Xie Yangchun couldn't bear it, made some gestures on the stone board, and then put it in the upper left corner.

"It's done!"

Zhang Hao breathed a sigh of relief. As long as he could survive, this minor injury was nothing.

"Sister Xian, let's start!"

Summer red medicine urges.

"Why am I so unlucky?"

An Yixian wanted to cry but had no tears.

Hua Yueyu's clay figurine came back holding a stone. After giving it to her, the clay figurine began to roll on the ground, asking for credit and making squeaking sounds.

“Awesome!”

The little fish man praised and handed over a piece of potato chips.

The clay figurine quickly took it, ate it, then trotted away, then plunged into the black mud and disappeared.

This scene made An Yixian even more envious.

She had no choice but to take off her pants and then slashed her thigh.

"At least there's a solution!"

An Yixian comforted herself.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Deng Mingyu cursed, but unfortunately he had no choice but to cut the meat and feed it to the clay figure.

Everyone did not dare to delay and wasted no time in searching for stones and filling in the missing stone slabs.

"Old...Old Bai, do you want...why don't you help me?"

Fang Mingyuan asked for help, his voice trembling.

He has never been in the kitchen since he was a child, and as a Kyushu native, there are only a handful of opportunities to touch other knives except kitchen knives, so Fang Mingyuan doesn't know how to use knives at all.

If this was done with one cut, the aorta would probably be torn.

"Shall I help you?"

Long Miaomiao volunteered: "My father is a chef, and I learned from him, so my knife skills are very good!"

"don't want!"

Fang Mingyuan refused.

"How about I come?"

Xia Hongyao had a knife on her arm.

"Yueyu, lend me your kitchen knife!"

As Lin Baici spoke, he took out the butcher mask from the black alms bowl and put it on his face.

With this thing, Lin Baici will immediately become proficient in butchering, reaching the level of a cook and a cow, and will have a +1 deterrent to wild beasts.

"Why are you standing there? Take off your pants!"

Long Miaomiao felt a little sad when she saw Fang Mingyuan ignoring her.

I treat you as a friend, and I will definitely not harm you.

"Old...Old Bai, please be gentle, don't cut too much at one time!"

Fang Mingyuan took off his belt and gave instructions.

Lin Baici took the kitchen knife, pulled off Fang Mingyuan's pants, and then slashed his thigh.

Whoosh!

Fang Mingyuan didn't feel anything. When he saw Lin Baici handing over a piece of meat, he realized that he had already taken action.

"Lao Bai, your family sells pork?"

Fang Mingyuan was surprised, especially when he saw that piece of meat, as thin as a cicada's wings, was actually transparent to the light.

In fact, he wanted to ask, was your ancestor an executioner, the kind responsible for Lingchi's execution?

But this doesn't sound very nice.

"Hurry up and feed me!"

Lin Baici cut the meat.

An Yixian saw this scene and came over immediately: "Xiao Linzi, why didn't you tell me earlier that you still have this skill?"

"Come, help Sister Xian cut the meat!"

As An Yixian spoke, she raised her thigh in front of Lin Baici.

She is plump and plump. If she wears yoga pants, she will definitely be full of voluptuousness.

"I can only minimize the damage. It should still hurt!"
To be continued...