Quick wear: the villain's father's fine cub

Chapter 393
"Big one, my lord." The village chief was frightened and softened, and said with a mournful face. "Small, I don't know."

"Heh. You don't dare to measure." Fuchen's inspiration flashed, "Monk, I don't eat it, but for others, I love it very much."

Everyone broke out in a cold sweat, afraid that they wanted to eat him.

The village chief said, "My lord, we're ready now. We're ready now." Then he got up and glanced at the crowd.

Everyone is at the mercy of the big picture.

In the dark night, the villagers trembled like sifting chaff, and the next moment they were fed the roast meat into purgatory.

"That's her." The village head pointed to an old widow.

Others were as happy as Chinese New Year, besieging women to tie them up and throw them on fire.

The widow immediately screamed, "Are you blind? It's me. Yesterday...

"Shut up!" The village chief interrupted in a hurry, and ordered the side to "stop her mouth quickly, and annoy the adults, we can't eat it and walk around."

The village chief turned to the widow with a ferocious look, and smiled respectfully at the ground next to the fire, "Sir, are you satisfied?"

Fuchen watched the play quietly, and then said leisurely, "But I don't eat the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled. These are unpalatable. Change it."

The widow suddenly fell to the ground like a boulder on the top of a mountain, but the others panicked.

I still want to eat them.

"Okay, okay." The village head nodded like a pest.Turn around and look for someone again.Soon a middle-aged widower was found.

Everyone excitedly tied up the widower again, and let him yell and talk about the things he helped everyone on weekdays.

"My lord, what about this?" The village head looked flattering, afraid that he would say he was not satisfied.

"No, this will affect your appetite. Don't want it. I want a stronger one, a fatter one, and a better-looking one." Fu Chen put forward a bunch of requests.

The village chief broke out in a cold sweat, and everyone's hearts were tugged again.

The village head pushed out another man as required.

"No, get another one. This one is ugly."

Look again.

"No, too much fat, it's greasy."

Look again.

"No, there's less meat, Chai."

Pick another person.

"The hair is too strong, eating diaphragm."

After the selection, Fu Chen didn't even bother to pick any reasons, and said "no".

Everyone was frightened by the "no" one by one, and their legs were weak.

"No" is like a password that opens the door to terror.

Hundreds of people in the bonfire were taken to the gate of hell again and again, all afraid of finding themselves.

But the people who were said no by the "ghosts and gods" felt at ease, and began to curse the village chief in their hearts. When more people were said "no", everyone whispered about the village chief.

There are fewer and fewer people left, and the pressure is increasing.The village head, a big man, was drenched in sweat.

In the end, there were only twenty or thirty old, weak, sick and disabled left.

The village chief gritted his teeth, and pulled out a white boy who was mixed with the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled.

The boy immediately yelled, "Daddy, you can't pull me! I am your son!" The boy fell like the sky, his face was instantly covered with dark clouds, and the rainstorm continued.

"Well, this is not bad."

Just as the village head was relieved and was about to mourn for his dying son, he heard, "But."

"But?" The village chief lost his mind and listened to the instructions straight away.

"But his meat is not tasty enough. It's also greasy."

Before he finished speaking, Boy Bai broke free from the restraints and ran away.

The village chief's face darkened, he was so scared that he was no longer afraid, and snorted coldly, "Do you still want to eat us all?"

Say he is alone, no one will help.But if you pull everyone together, everyone will work together for you.

"I don't want everyone, I want to eat you." Fuchen said leisurely, "Didn't you find that you are delicious?"

When everyone heard this, they suddenly rushed up and tied up the village chief.

"Let go! It's against you! I'm your village head! The whole village belongs to me! You don't want to live if you kill me? Yuhe, Yuhe, come and help me!" the village head shouted.

The boy named Yuhe was stunned for a moment, and thought for three seconds, but his feet outside the crowd still stopped outside the crowd, and he did not go to rescue him.

"It's against you! I'm your village chief! Money bag! You wouldn't be where you are today without me!" the village chief yelled.One hundred and twenty catties (equivalent to modern 190 catties)
"Amitabha." The monk said. "donor……"

Seeing that the monk wanted to disturb the situation, Fu Chen quickly said, "Actually, there is another person who has committed a lot of crimes, and his skills will increase by eating his old body. If you look for it, the old body will accept it."

The village head yelled, "Did you hear me? Still not letting me go?"

Everyone froze for a moment, the ferocity dominated by death turned into the fear of being oppressed by the daily village head, and they let go of the village head.

The village chief snorted coldly at the gangsters who were tired of their jobs, and gouged out their eyes with knives.Then stood up and asked the ghosts and gods, "Which one do you want?"

Fu Chen watched.

After dealing with "ghosts and gods" a lot, this person is not so afraid.

The unknown is scary.

"Ghosts and gods" are no strangers.

"An old man guarding the cemetery." Fuchen said leisurely.

"Oh." Everyone was stunned.

From the looks of it, it's all a matter of course.

The village chief also smiled in a daze, and bowed to the "ghosts" underground, "This man has offended my lord, and we have nothing to say if your lord wants to deal with us."

Fuchen was stunned.

"Benefactor." Wood God said.

The people around thought they wanted to call them, but they ignored them.

Fuchen knew it was calling him, and said via voice transmission, "Don't worry, don't worry. I'll just play with them." They have ghosts.Especially that old man.

Wait, wait, wait until the flame gradually diminishes into a small fire, and when the strong wind blows, the flame disappears, and the wind has gone for a long time before the flame emerges from the woodpile.

Finally, the moon was hanging in the sky, and the moonlight was clear, and everyone carried a person up, and it was the old man in the daytime.

The old man was pushed and thrown to the fire.

After being fanned by several people adding firewood, the fire burned violently again.

"My lord, this person has been brought here." The village head said with a smile.

The old man looked disdainful and did not believe in the so-called ghosts and gods.

"Ah, let's tie it into the pot." Fu Chen said.

The old man was stunned, and the fact that no one was making a sound in the open space frightened him.

"Don't look for it, it's in hell. The sound from hell is naturally underground." The village chief explained with a smile.

"Hmph, don't fool me. Don't you just want to find fault because I didn't share your money?" The old man was filled with righteous indignation.Extremely dissatisfied with the behavior of the village chief.

The village head sneered and said nothing.

"Yo, it's you." Fuchen said leisurely.

The slow attitude makes people suspect that there is a bigger conspiracy.

The old man was startled.This time he was sure the source of the sound was indeed underground.

"I heard you have a good grave?" Fu Chen giggled, "Do you want me to bury you there?"

"You, you, you..." The old man sat on the ground with a frightened face, "Are you really from hell?"

"Wrong. I'm not from Hell, I'm from Purgatory. Hell is not where I like to stay, and Purgatory is more comfortable. It's the most convenient to fry and grill people. Hehe." Fu Chen smirked.

I have long wanted to do this.

"Ah!" The old man was trembling, his back was weak, he hurriedly got up and kowtowed, his legs and feet trembled, and the grass was soaked with urine.

Gee.

"Don't be afraid." I don't know that urine is easy to salt and kill grass. "I just want to eat meat."

The old man trembled even more.

(End of this chapter)