Just as the smelly bats flew away, two little mice jumped out of the snow on the roadside.
They jumped three feet high and bit Li Jinlong hard on the face.
Immediately blood flowed.
Li Jinlong covered his face, which was missing two pieces of flesh, and screamed in pain.
After biting Li Jinlong, the two little mice didn't stop for a moment and chased the bat that flew away.
It's a pity that the legs of the two little guys are too short. No matter how they chase, the distance keeps getting farther and farther.
Just as they were squeaking urgently, two foxes and four weasels came running from a distance.
Continue chasing the flying bat.
They can keep up with the speed of bats.
But the bat flies so high that even if the little fox or weasel jumps up, it cannot hit it.
One of the little foxes' eyes flashed, and it suddenly accelerated past the bat and ran straight towards the small slope a hundred meters in front of it.
When the bat flew above the small slope, more than ten little hedgehogs suddenly appeared.
Pointing at the bat in the air, he shot out the spikes on his back.
Although the accuracy is poor, the power is not enough.
But there was still a thorn stuck in the bat's wing.
The bat was in pain, its body tilted and fell downward.
Before it could readjust its body and fly high, the little fox that was waiting here suddenly jumped up and knocked the bat down on the snow.
The big bat still wanted to resist, but was swarmed by the small animals and torn into pieces in an instant.
Then "everyone" picked up a piece and excitedly took it home to report the news.
These little elves are very loyal and left a whole bat wing for the slow little mouse.
The two little mice were not polite, they carried them and ran home.
In our land of China, there has been a saying since ancient times that mountains to the south and water to the north represent the sun, and mountains to the north and the water to the south represent the hidden.
Yang houses are mostly built on the sunny side, and tombs are mostly buried on the shady side.
And somewhere deep in the mountains in Dongyang County, there is a villa that is different, built on the shady side.
There were numerous graves around, and there were even unburned paper money, with paper figures and horses scattered in the wind.
The architectural style of the villa is also very strange:
The entire outer wall is completely black, the kind of black that makes people look desperate at first glance.
The stone lion placed at the front door is not a traditional house anchor.
Instead, there are two bull-headed statues.
At this time, a man and a woman were sitting opposite each other in the villa.
There is a stove between them.
Black, sticky stuff was simmering in several clay pots on the stove.
The steam coming out filled the entire room with a fishy stench.
The man appears to be about forty years old and is dressed normally.
He just had a gloomy face, and at first glance he looked like a ruthless person.
The woman was wearing a big red robe, and her withered white hair looked like it hadn't been washed for decades, and it grew messily on her head.
Occasionally he raised his head to speak, revealing a face full of wrinkles.
The man's name is Li Feng, and he is Li Jinlong's father.
The woman's name is Li Jiao, and she is Li Jinlong's sister-in-law.
Li Jiao's actual age is actually younger than Li Feng, and she is his younger sister.
Li Feng looked at Li Jiao, whose face was twitching from time to time, feeling a little afraid.
"Sister, we've been cultivating the 'Niu Gui' for so long, when are we going to kill that bastard who runs the ski resort?!"
"What the hell, I made a good deal with him and asked him to pay tens of thousands of protection fees every month. This bastard just doesn't know how to appreciate him!"
"But that's fine. Once we kill him, the whole factory will belong to us!"
Although Li Jiao is a woman, her speaking voice is extremely rough.
He's hoarse than a farm man who has been smoking dry tobacco for decades.
"Logically speaking, Niu Gui should have woken up long ago."
"Is there any accident??"
Li Jiao continued to speak while tremblingly stirring the contents of the clay pot.
"So be it."
"Second brother, you go to the ski resort in three days and pour the contents of the jar on the cow ghost's head."
"Remember, run away immediately after pouring, and don't look back if you hear any noise!"
Li Feng looked at the smelly clay pot and frowned.
"Sister, can you tell me, brother, what exactly is in this?!"
Li Jiao let out a nervous laugh, revealing a mouth full of broken teeth that were burnt yellow and still hung with food residue.