The night in the mountain village is particularly quiet.

As night falls, the hustle and bustle of the day completely quiets down, and the whole village seems to have entered another world at night.

There was not even a trace of dog barking and insects.

It is a little depressing and even makes people feel scared.

In the room, four guests sat in front of the table in the center of the room, and an oil lamp was placed on the table, and the dim light shone smoothly on the faces of the four people.

Cold.

with distinction.

Dong-dong-dong!

Suddenly, a knock on the door suddenly rang in the room.

Everyone looked at each other and looked at the door.

Dong-dong-dong!

Another knock on the door sounded in everyone's ears.

The sound was heard sincerely, and it felt dull and dull.

It was late at night that knocked on the door... It was still in this strange Taoyuan Village, so of course they wouldn't naively think that someone was joking.

If it weren't for the worry that the slander at the door would have been alarmed, someone would have cursed.

Bai Tian Wang family said specifically that it is safer to hide in the house prepared by the villagers. There are few tricks that will come to disturb the door, but now it seems... Is he the "few"?

The four of them looked gloomy as if water was about to drip out of them.

Unlucky!

Too unlucky!

Dong-dong-dong!

In the silence, the knocking sounded again. This time, unlike the previous two times, the knocking sounded much louder. The wooden door was knocked and trembled constantly, as if it was about to knock the door open.

"I'm so bad, at worst I'll die. I can't stand the bird's anger! Besides, we have so many people, I'm afraid of it!"

The strong man's servant stood up suddenly, and before everyone could react, he suddenly took two steps in anger, walked over with big strides, and opened the door with a "splash".

"Old Zhong, no..." Everyone's faces changed drastically. As soon as the monk's servant said halfway, he saw the figure at the door, and the words in his mouth suddenly stopped.

Everyone stared at the outside of the house where the cold wind was blowing in, quietly as if a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

The dim light was blown by the cold wind and swayed unsteadily, barely illuminating the figure standing at the door.

This is a man in a common man. His eyes passed by the strong man blocking the door and looked at the monk and servant who was just talking.

"What is this master talking about just now?"

This is Zhou Fuchang's younger brother, named Zhou Fugui, and is also a honest farmer.

However, what really shocked everyone was that Zhou Fugui was like an ordinary person, with a simple and honest smile on his face.

According to the Wang family, the villagers who entered the village at night would turn into strange things, but Zhou Fugui in front of him did not look like a strange thing no matter how he looked.

"Ah? It doesn't mean anything. Please don't see you." The monk's disciple explained in a low voice, and then changed his voice and said in surprise: "Donor Zhou, knocking on the door late at night, but what's wrong?"

Zhou Fugui still had that honest smile on his face and said, "Thinking about it, you only ate some dry food in the evening, and you couldn't feel bad no matter how you thought about it. You just called our wife and just cut a pair of pig ears in the afternoon to give them to you."

As they spoke, a smell of meat that made people salivate and drifted into the house. Sniffing the smell of meat, the people who had eaten dry food all day couldn't help swallowing.

Out of caution, everyone quickly spoke up.

But Zhou Fugui insisted on giving the group of foreign tourists a good tooth sacrifice, and turned around and went to show everyone the so-called pig ears.

Smelling the tempting smell of meat, the strong man hesitated and said, "Just just now, Zhou Fugui doesn't seem to look like a weird thing. Could it be that the old guy Wang Fuling fooled us?"

The others kept silent and frowned. There was a cloud that could not be dissipated in their eyebrows, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

"If you say that, you might be able to eat here... I'm so tired of eating vegetarian food after eating it for a day."

"Shut up!" Jian Gui suddenly spoke, glared at the strong man, and sneered: "You are a fool who knows everything about lying on a woman's belly, and you know how to kill people. Don't you use your brain?"

"Since we entered the village, have you ever seen pigs raising in this village?"

"Every household's pigpen is empty!"

"This pig ear...you dare to eat it?"

"Ah?" The strong man widened his eyes. Before he could speak, he heard the noise of Zhou Fugui's son ringing in the yard outside.

"Dad! I'm hungry!"

"I'm so hungry!"

"Give me a bite! I want to eat too!"

"Go and go! Get out of here, this is for the guests, where is your turn to eat!?"

Zhou Fugui's scolding came from far to near, and then he saw Zhou Fugui walking into the room with a tray carefully and put a plate of pig ear meat with all its colors, fragrance and flavor on the table.

"You should try the freshly baked pork ear meat, but it's a pity that it's too late. Only this plate of pork ear meat can be used. You can eat it with noodles."

Zhou Fugui still smiled and placed the four bowls of "noodles" left in front of the four of them.

The strong man looked at the "noodles" placed in front of him, and his face instantly became extremely strange. If the monk hadn't been stomping on his feet, he would have jumped up.

I saw that the so-called "noodles" were a whole bowl of corpse water that emitted a foul smell. The dense fat maggots floated on the surface of the corpse water, constantly squirming. Occasionally one or two even crawled out of the bowl and crawled towards the seemingly normal pig ear meat.

The strong man suddenly looked up and looked at Zhou Fugui, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

Originally, he was standing at the door, and the lights were dim and it was not real to see it, but now he entered the room and with the help of the bright lights, he finally saw it real to see it.

It turns out that this week's Fugui...a pair of ears are missing!

The red and black blood dripped down the wound and soon stained the ears on both sides and dripped along the chin on the tray.

However, he seemed to have not noticed it, with the unchanging silly smile on his face, which was particularly strange and terrifying in everyone's eyes at this moment.

"Thank you for your kindness, donor Zhou." The monk stood up with a smile and welcomed Zhou Fugui out of the door.

"But you have to finish it."

Zhou Fugui whispered before leaving the door.

"Don't worry, don't worry, I will clean up the dishes and return them to the donor later."

The monk closed the door in a flash.

The moment the door was closed, the compassionate face with a smile suddenly disappeared, and the eyebrows were full of violence and anger, like a thunderous rain that was about to come.

He had a gloomy face, his eyes flashed across the strong man, and he said in a dark voice: "Old Zhong, I don't want it to appear for the second time."

"Yes." The strong man replied in a humming voice.

...

"Dad! I'm still hungry!"

The voice of Zhou Fugui's son came from the yard outside the house, and everyone couldn't help but listen quietly.

"Hungry! Hungry! Hungry! You starve to death and reincarnate the ghost, and I'm hungry too!" Zhou Fugui's anger rang out.

The next moment, Zhou Fugui's son suggested: "Then let's eat my mother."
Chapter completed!