Chapter 158

But after Jiang Yuan finished speaking, he closed his eyes and stood there.

The body stands upright.

Fatty Song was worried and a little scared.

But since Brother Jiang has given himself such an important task, he can't pee his pants at such a time!

Moreover, in the final analysis, Brother Jiang's situation will be more dangerous.

"Okay, if you trust me, I will obey your arrangements!"

As Song Fatty said this, the fear in his heart dissipated by half.

Just a yellow-skinned man, he eats a lot of animals, how can he be afraid of a yellow-skinned man?

Absolutely not!

Jiang Yuan opened his eyes again and turned around, looking a little cold. The facial features on his face seemed to be stiff, with no expression at all.

"Brother, what's your name?"

Dead silence.

Jiang Yuan's face began to show traces of expression, first of pain, then of extreme ferocity, and his eyes were pitch black with no luster at all.

His face was horribly pale.

Gritting his teeth, he looked like he was about to kill someone.

When Fatty Song even felt bad,

"Follow me to the nest!"

It was a completely unfamiliar rough male voice, and it spoke in a dialect.

"Jiang Yuan" frowned and ran towards the latrine.

When he came out, he raised his hoe high in his hand and rushed into the darkness without hesitation.

He was also swearing in some dialect that was completely incomprehensible, and I could only tell that they were curses through some words.

Anyway, the scolding was quite dirty.

"Brother! Wait for me!"

Song Fatty was stunned by his dialect for a second, and then hurriedly caught up with him.

This man ran extremely fast. Soon, Fatty Song was out of breath after chasing him. Thinking that this was Brother Jiang's body, he chased him with all his strength.

In the dark night, the road underfoot was uneven.

From time to time there are some debris scattered on the road.

The figure of the person in front stood in the middle of the road, motionless, which was very strange.

Fatty Song didn't dare to approach rashly, "Brother, what are you doing? Why don't you leave?"

The man turned around, no doubt it was Jiang Yuan, but his eyes were completely glowing black.

"Quick results!"

"Come here quickly?" Fatty Song had no choice but to go up.

There is a cave entrance on the slope in front.

There was a strange smell in the air. It was the smell I smelled from that side of the house just now.

There is no doubt that this thing is in there.

There are some sawdust outside, which must be the cellar made by the previous villagers at a high place for storing sweet potatoes. This kind of cellar is different from the ones in the north that are dug downwards. They are dug into the mountains while resting.

Song Fatty swallowed, "Brother, you go up, or do I?"

Chapter 119 Plays a decorative role

The elder brother turned his head, stared at Fatty Song, and pointed to the cellar.

"let me try?"

"Brother, you are so aggressive, you want me to go?"

Fatty Song was dumbfounded.

At this moment, he even doubted whether he was going to be attacked by a combination of inside and outside.

[You kid, you want Weiwei to kill monsters, that’s too much]

[Why is Brother Jiang really weird? I'm afraid]

[Hypothetically speaking, I assume Brother Jiang is originally...]

[What’s Brother Jiang’s status? He’s also a paper maker, and he’s asking for help.]

[Fatty Song, please go peacefully]

[Yes, I have already used another mobile phone to record the screen, and I will restore the truth]

[One weird, one person, one yellow leather, three pillars]

[I suggest you go up and play tricks on Huang Pizi and make some highly intelligent remarks to prevent him from eating you]

Song Pang couldn't see the barrage,

However, if this weirdness is not enough, he can only do it.

He squeezed the knife in his hand tightly and said with a cruel heart, "I will fight with you!"

Everyone in the live broadcast room was sweating.

[Remember to speak with high emotional intelligence! ! ! 】

[Fatty Song, I believe in you]

[Help, I’m so nervous and scared, I hope nothing will happen]

[Isn’t this meat bun beating a dog?]

The dark hole,

The soil under your feet is soft, and you will feel a slight sinking sensation when you step on it.

Fatty Song turned on the miner's lamp, carefully raised his buttocks and walked inside.

The light even saw some weeds in some open spaces. Before he could see the whole scene, he felt a pain in his butt and felt weightless——

"Old 6!"

After just shouting, Fatty Song fell into the cellar in embarrassment.

He chewed a mouthful of dirt.

The miner's lamp also rolled aside, shining on the wall.

[Did Fatty Song get kicked off? 】

[It’s over, it’s over, it’s really time to close the door and kill the pigs]

[This is so weird and bad, I can’t believe it at all]

[You are so careless, brother, do you just believe this stuff? 】

[It’s really hard for me to evaluate. I wish you success. You just play a role here...as a decoration! 】

【cry to death】

[I dare not look at it]

The dark atmosphere is very solemn.

And the earthy smell, mixed with the weird taste, makes people's senses explode.

"Hoo, hoo"

Fatty Song spat out the dirt in his mouth in embarrassment, picked up the knife and swung it around, "Come here, I'll kill you if you come here!"

"I'm not afraid of you. The knife Brother Jiang left for me is not for chopping you weasel, but for cucumbers?"

"Come here if you can!"

No movement.

Fatty Song calmed down a little, hurriedly groped over and picked up the miner's lamp.

But at this moment, a rustling sound and a "creeping" sound suddenly sounded from behind,

Song Pang's scalp exploded, and he swung his knife at the back.

The speed was too slow.

"Ah!" Although Song Pang chopped off the yellow weasel's hand, he was also hit by a claw on the back, and his nose was immediately filled with the smell of blood.

"I'll fucking fight you!"

Song Pang also knew that this was a life-and-death situation, so he quickly swung his knife.

The yellow weasel was already covered in blood, mixed with some wet black hair,