Cao Kun and his party were conquered by the food, and they were trapped in the mountains for more than a day, during which they only ate some food such as compressed biscuits. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Who the hell are you?"

After eating, Cao Kun and his party were ordered to be evicted by the north wind.

Walking on the country road, Cao Kun had a complicated expression, when he first saw Beifeng, he thought that Beifeng was that kind of person, but in a blink of an eye, he conquered himself with food.

Silently glanced at the house that was getting farther and farther away, and Cao Kun left without looking back.

Beifeng silently cleaned up the dinner table, a simple thing, but Beifeng did it meticulously.

"Huh, why are there so many dead rats?"

As the north wind passed under the banyan tree, he paused and stared at the ground in front of the bloodthirsty vine.

Seven or eight dead rats were piled up, all shriveled and only a layer of skin remained.

"These rats didn't have them yesterday. ”

The north wind was absolutely sure, but it looked like the rats had been dead for a long time.

There is a strange smell of this matter, Beifeng stared at the bloodthirsty vine carefully, if there is any change, it is that the bloodthirsty vine that was still dying yesterday actually looks like it is red and about to drip blood today!

"Is it this bloodthirsty vine?"

The north wind turned his head and caught a cicada, snapped off his wings, and placed it at the base of the bloodthirsty vine.

You have to figure it out, or you won't be able to sleep.

A minute passed, and the cicada was still struggling on the ground.

Three minutes have passed, and the wingless cicadas are still in one place.

"Looks like I'm thinking too much, huh..."

Beifeng smiled dumbly, but before the smile spread, the bloodthirsty vine finally moved!

Countless hollow roots pierced the cicada's body like lightning, and in just an instant, the cicada's stomach dried up!

The bloodthirsty vines seemed to be cheering, and the branches and foliage vines were windless and automatic.

Beifeng's eyes shrank, and he looked at the bloodthirsty vine warily, and then quickly reached out to pick up the cicada from the ground and put it in the palm of his hand to look at it.

"All the flesh has been absorbed, and now all that's left is an empty shell, exactly like these rats!"

The north wind pulled open the shell of the cicada, and it was empty, not even a little residue remained, and my heart was instantly full of jealousy!

"What if I did this last night when I was asleep?"

Beifeng shuddered a little when he thought about it, and a strong urge to destroy the bloodthirsty vine rose in his heart!

Beifeng returned to the kitchen, took out a bundle of straw and scattered it around the bloodthirsty vine, lit it with a lighter and held it in his hand.

At this time, Beifeng hesitated a little, and the hand holding the lighter was not put down.

At this time, Beifeng was fighting between heaven and man in his mind, and a voice said in his head, "Burn this little miscellaneous!"

Another voice said, "Don't burn it, a blood fruit has such a medicinal effect, what if there are a bunch of them?"

The north wind was saying, "Listen to the second one!

Although Beifeng has not eaten any hundred-year-old wild ginseng, Beifeng is sure that what hundred-year-old ginseng is definitely not as powerful as the medicinal power of the blood-derived fruit!

But this harm is not comparable to ginseng, and now it is only mice, cicadas, etc.

Who knows if this bloodthirsty vine wants to suck human blood? Even if it doesn't suck human blood, what if it wants to change its flavor that day?

After struggling for a long time, Beifeng still decided to leave the bloodthirsty vine, after all, the risk and the harvest are directly proportional!

"As long as you feed the bloodthirsty vine every day, there shouldn't be any danger, right?"

Beifeng's eyes lit up and he thought of a way.

"Well, I don't know if it's right or wrong. ”

Beifeng slowly extinguished the lighter, turned to leave, and if he didn't go, he couldn't go, Beifeng was afraid that he couldn't help but burn the bloodthirsty vine with a fire.

Later, he posted a few messages in the WeChat group and began to accept reservations.

In an instant, more than 200 people transferred money to Beifeng, and Beifeng was stunned.

"Why are there so many people this time?"

Beifeng looked through the chat records in the group, only to find that it was Wang Jun who advertised himself in the group.

Wang Jian drove a helicopter over to eat and was photographed by Wang Jun, and a group of people in the group were blown up in an instant.

Even Wang Jian, the richest man, made a special trip to eat in a helicopter, and Wang Jun praised the taste of the food, so a group of people were afraid to try how delicious it was.

After Beifeng understood the cause and effect, he couldn't cry or laugh, this group of people was really drugging people, and they felt that the richest man came to eat in a helicopter, it must be delicious, so he was so positive.

"Business is so good, do you want to receive more tables of guests every day?"

The idea of the north wind was extinguished after only a moment, and in this way, he felt that he did not have enough time to receive four tables of guests every day.

Now he is full of food alone, the whole family is not hungry, as long as the money is enough, on the contrary, Beifeng is more interested in cultivation!

The feeling of being destroyed and then reborn is so wonderful that the north wind is addicted to it.

After accepting the reservation money from a few people at random, Beifeng ignored it and turned around and walked towards the village.

It's less than nine o'clock, the weather is not very hot, and there are many pedestrians on the streets.

There are also many vegetable vendors in the open-air market of Qingling Mountain, and the sparse pedestrians are picking vegetables.

Now that the market is about to close, these dishes have been selected once by the people in front of them.

"Boss, do you still have pig blood here?"

Beifeng walked to a pork stall and asked.

The stall owner was a middle-aged man, shirtless, wearing a greasy apron, who Beifeng didn't recognize, and should have been from another village.

"Also, how much do you want?"

Liu Hui greeted warmly.

"I don't want blood, I want fresh pig blood. ”

Beifeng looked at the pot of pig blood in the water that the stall owner took out, shook his head and said.

"Fresh pig blood, it's not available today, if you want it, come tomorrow, I'll keep it for you." ”

Liu Hui was a little surprised, although he didn't understand what this person wanted fresh pig blood for, but there was no reason to push the business out.

"Okay, when the time comes, give me a bucket to fill it up, as much as you want, this is a deposit. ”

Beifeng took out two hundred yuan and put it on the stall, and said lightly.

"No problem, my pig is home-raised, and I haven't been fed with feed, and the blood is absolutely delicious!"

Liu Hui's eyes lit up, and he smiled and grabbed the money into the basket on the side with his oily hand.

Beifeng also smiled faintly when he heard this, boss, how many pigs have you fed at home?

But anyway, he didn't eat it himself, so he didn't need to worry about it, and after saying the time, the north wind left empty-handed.

"Boss, the owner of the house has returned. ”

In a building, a man said respectfully.

"It's good to come back, let someone touch it, and find a way to get him to sell the house to us. ”

Wei Hui smoked a valuable cigar and said lightly.

"Boss, why did we wait so long? Directly demolished the house two years ago, and then gave that kid hundreds of thousands, isn't there nothing to do?"

The man asked, puzzled.

"You shouldn't be asking about this, just do what I gave you!"

Wei Hui's face sank, and he said gloomily.

"Yes!"

The man's heart was cold, and he nodded hurriedly.