i'm the villain

Chapter 90

Walk along the river bank for a full three or four hours.

Luo walked through the dense jungle and finally saw signs of human life.

Or to be precise, just encountered something.

Luo saw a large backpack, a portable folding chair, fishing rods on a support frame, and a small refrigerator on the river bank.

It seems that there is a fisherman fishing here.

But Luo didn't see any figure.

……

He walked over to the folding chair, took out a bottle of cold beer from the refrigerator and drank it down without being polite at all.

The buoy floating on the water was already shaking constantly.

But Luo didn't have the heart to put away the fish that had already been hooked.

Because he noticed something moving in the grass behind him.

……

"Swipe..."

There were some small sounds in the grass.

But it was still captured by Luo.

After the symbiont merged into his blood, Luo's senses have been significantly improved, and some subtle sounds that were undetectable in the past are very clear to Luo now.

……

Luo was very vigilant, his left hand was already reaching for the harpoon on his waist.

He has been in a state of fighting for a long time, and his spirit has always been tense. Although Harvey and others have left, Luo still dare not relax for a moment.

If the people in the grass showed any unkindness, Luo would immediately throw the harpoon out.

However, what came out of the grass was just a big old man...

……

There is also a stench floating out of the grass...

While the old man walked out from the grass, he was still holding up his pants...

……

The old man saw Luo who was drinking his beer, and Luo also let down his vigilance a little when he found that the other party was a non-threatening figure.

Although the current Luo doesn't want to be covered in blue light like that at night, he is still a bit permeable, because his bare upper body is covered with dense scars, matching his physique with extremely low body fat percentage, and the way he stared at the old man at the beginning , like a wild wolf walking out of the wilderness...

The old man was wearing suspenders, eyes with metal frames, a fisherman hat on his head, and a gray-green vest. His belly was as big as October...

When he saw Luo, the old man was also taken aback.

He was sweating profusely when he had just finished pulling his tuba, when he suddenly found a young man with murderous eyes staring at him, and the sweat dripped down his forehead even more.

Luo didn't speak, and the old man didn't know what to say for a while with his pants up. He was really frightened by Luo.

After all, as I got older, my heart wasn't that big...

The two people, who were five or sixty years apart, just stared at each other for more than ten seconds.

Luo slowly lowered his left hand from the harpoon.

……

"Uh...there are sandwiches and prosciutto in the backpack...maybe a little bad because my wife made it herself..."

The old man swallowed his saliva. After seeing Luo put away that terrifying posture, he held his trousers in one hand and pointed to the backpack behind Luo in the other.

"okay."

Luo nodded.

Sit right where you are.

A lunch box was dug out from the old man's backpack.

He was really hungry.

Facts have proved that the symbiosis cannot make him a god, and he will still die if he does not eat or drink...

……

Seeing Luo sitting down, the old man quickly tied his belt.

Then he walked towards Luo cautiously.

It's also difficult for him to behave like a child who has done something wrong despite his age, obviously Luo is robbing him for food.

"Are you, lost?"

Instead of sitting directly on the folding chair, he was standing.

"Correct."

Luo didn't look up at the old man, but just nodded lightly.

He opened the lunch box, took out a chicken breast sandwich from the lunch box and ate it.

"..."

After taking a big bite and chewing twice, Luo's face sank slightly...

He wondered how anyone could make something as simple as a chicken sandwich so unpalatable.

There was a very strange taste in Luo's mouth. He couldn't tell which ingredient in the sandwich was wrong, but it was definitely not the taste that a normal sandwich should have.

"Uh... you... are a bit unpalatable, aren't you?"

The old man asked Luo cautiously.

"Alright... alright."

Luo endured the weird taste and swallowed the sandwich in his mouth.

"Is it about the pickles?..."

the old man asked.

"probably……"

Luo himself is not sure. The chicken sandwich consists of bread slices, chicken breast, poached eggs, pickled cucumbers, and salad dressing. Maybe the old man is right, and there may indeed be something wrong with the pickled cucumbers.

"The taste is fine."

The old man finally dared to go to the folding chair and sat down.

The chair creaked under his weight of nearly two hundred pounds, feeling like it would fall apart at any moment.

“The taste is okay!”

Luo nodded.

"I kept telling that dead old woman that it was the pickle problem, but she just didn't believe it!"

The old man pouted, took off his fisherman's hat and wiped the sweat off his face, revealing his big bald head with few hairs left.

Luo looked at the big half of the sandwich left in his hand.

After hesitating for a while, he glanced at the old man. He still decided not to wrong himself, put the sandwich back in the lunch box, and picked up a piece of bacon.

"I'll try prosciutto."

"Smart choice! I made the ham, no problems! With some of my homemade salt and pepper and BBQ sauce on top, it was the most perfect thing I've ever done."

After Luo restrained his frightening eyes, the old man seemed to gradually let go, and even boasted.

When he said this excitedly, the fat on his stomach was shaking like waves, and the folding chair was moaning rhythmically...

From his words, it can probably be seen that the old man has been a good-for-nothing all his life. After all, the most perfect masterpiece in his life is just a piece of prosciutto.

Luo hesitated at first.

Because the old man's wife made a sandwich with such a weird taste, God knows what kind of magical taste this old guy's life masterpiece will have.

But Lo was hungry after all, and there was nothing wrong with the smell of bacon.

So under the expectant eyes of the old man, Luo still stuffed the prosciutto into his mouth.

……

Unexpectedly delicious.

It's just plain prosciutto, and the salt and pepper and barbecue sauce don't have the amazing taste that would make a lifetime masterpiece.

But the victory lies in Luo's hunger.

He hadn't eaten for nearly twenty hours.

It is a blessing to be able to swallow a piece of prosciutto now, even though the ham is completely cold...

　In fact, I don’t know why it was put on the shelves suddenly……………………………………………

　　
　
(End of this chapter)