I and Hu Zi stayed in the small broken building for a few more hours, and because I don't have a watch now, I don't know the specific time, but I guess it will be seven or eight o'clock in the evening, and someone outside the small building shouted the nickname of me and Hu Zi, and it is the Seven Killing Brother and the Demon King.

I walked out with the beard, and when we looked at it, it was two attendants, one of whom was still holding a chain and holding Da Mao.

The beard shushed and said how did you sign this thing (Da Mao) too?

And I thought about it a little bit, and I understood a little. To put it bluntly, not only these two entourages, but also Da Mao, are all candidates for Sister Fox to go to the vigil.

The two attendants didn't say anything more, just smiling at us, but I knew they were urging us.

I turned my head and shouted at the pan. Soon he came out with five first-class slaves. These people also went to the vigil this time.

We met with two retinues, these two retinues looked at the pan and them, and one of the retinues couldn't help but mutter, "Before we set off, Sister Fox instructed that there should not be too many people going to the vigil this time, but ......"

He looked at the pans again. The pan was still afraid of the entourage, and he immediately pointed to the two first-class slaves and said You two brothers go back.

The two men immediately turned around. But I fed them and they stopped again.

I thought to myself, who is the boss? Me and Beard are the leaders of the retinue, and before we can speak, they are in private decision?

I pointed to the entourage holding Da Mao again, which means, let him take Da Mao back. And in this case, the number of people will drop immediately?

The attendant lowered his head, and could see that he didn't want to listen to me. Of course I know that if Da Mao can come, it must have been specially ordered by Sister Fox.

I didn't want to be so silent, so I waved my hand again, that means, there are more people, in fact, there are not so many, let's go on the road.

There was an entourage who asked more tentatively, which meant that he should tell Sister Fox before leaving, especially if there were many people.

I don't think it's necessary. Hu Zi also interjected, and nodded appropriately, that means, Sister Fox is their leader, aren't we two?

When we got on the road, I was fighting with Beard, otherwise they wouldn't have been to the farm before, and they didn't know how to go.

I walked back and forth on this road twice, but it was during the day, and at night, it was so dark all around, especially if there were no buildings on this kind of island, it looked like everything. I felt a little dizzy for a while.

The beard is about the same as mine. In the end, the two of us didn't die, I didn't have to save face, I asked the two followers to recognize the way.

These two followers are quite skillful. They let Da Mao lead the way.

I know that animals like dogs or horses do have a strong sense of road, but the problem is that Da Mao is actually a person. Therefore, I didn't expect that Da Mao would have such an advantage.

We didn't walk very fast at night, and it took a lot more effort than during the day, and it was close to midnight that we arrived at the farm.

The farm is somewhat desolate in the darkness of night. There are no people everywhere outside the farm, and in the farm, there is a small grass house with lights on.

Beard shouted a few times at the grass house, and a woman in red walked out of the grass house.

I was already thinking about things in my heart, and I kept thinking about Uncle De's words, saying that this farm was haunted or something. And now when I see this woman in red, my heart is tight.

Her outfit is a bit similar to that of a ghost, but I know that this should be one of the ugly girls' subordinates.

In addition, I glanced at the others, and these first-class slaves of the pan are basically men with strong blood. The people they usually have access to, except for Sister Fox, are those strong girls who are cooking.

They didn't dare to think about Sister Fox, they didn't react to those fat girls physiologically, and the woman in red who appeared this time may have been set off by the clothes, which made her look a little fresh and refined, which made these people in the pan a little bit of a small move.

One by one, they either acted like hooligans, or couldn't help but rub their crotch.

I was still wary of the hauntings, but now that I look at them, I was especially confused by the reaction of the pan people. I can say it in my heart, I'm worried that it's a little redundant, what kind of pretty girl ghost is going to appear here, and she still dares to scare people?

I'm also afraid that these people won't lose their temper for a while. After all, this is the ugly girl's person, she really wants to talk about something when she goes back, and she will also lose our people. I said a few more words to the pan.

The woman in red finally came to the periphery of the farm and opened a fence gate. We followed her in turn and went into the hut.

The woman in red took out a stack of materials and handed them to me and Beard, and she said, "This is a list of all the assets on the farm, plus a map of the farm." ”

I really didn't expect that handing over a farm would be so complicated. Hu Zi also looked at this pile of information, and was a little stunned for a while.

The woman in red took the initiative to open the information again, especially pointed to a few tables, and said to me, "Here are the numbers of pigs, sheep and ducks, do you want to count them?" ”

I saw that it was written, and there were five pigs, and thirty-six sheep, and three hundred and twenty ducks.

Based on the number of ducks alone, I really believe that these ugly girls are these people, and I say that these old ladies are really tossing and turning, and they have raised so much.

The woman in red urged us again, let's count the number, otherwise when she leaves, there will really be a deviation, who is responsible?

I said to myself, let's pull it down, in the middle of the night, are we sick? We have to count together? Especially the pigs and sheep are easy to say, how can we count the ducks? That's more than three hundred, and when we really have to count more than half, a few ducks are running around, won't we count in vain?

I set an example first, shook my head and said no. But the two attendants were very attentive, or rather they were a little more serious. They suggested to me that they should count them.

I thought about it, they were asking for their own hardships, and they didn't have to run errands for me. I agreed with the beard.

The two attendants, with the big hair, and the woman in red, took a torch and went out of the hut again.

I don't think they'll be back for a while, and I don't want to stand and wait for them, and when I look around, there's only a chair in the hut, and there's a big meadow left.

I had a headache with the chair and felt that it was not appropriate for anyone to make the chair. I finally tossed it into a slice, beckoned to the pans, and sat down on the meadow together.

These people in the pan were really forcibly brought here by me, and they didn't have any tasks themselves, so they took advantage of the time to play cards.

His beard was itchy too, and he got together with the pan guys.

I was bored and looked through the information. There are mainly some account books, and I really don't understand, this account book remembers very professionally, and even borrows, loans, and the like have appeared.

I'm not interested in accounting, and I'm not interested in accounting. I flipped through it quickly, and finally I saw the map.

The map looked like a floor plan of the farm, but when I touched the paper, it wasn't usually thick, and it looked like pages had been glued together.

I wondered and thought of the mezzanine.

I also seem to know if there is any cat in the middle of this map. I took the map with me again and went out of the hut. There is also a well outside the hut.

I pressed the well water, and of course controlled the scale, so that the water didn't flow out too much.

I ended up getting the map wet. Unexpectedly, as soon as the map touched the water, it peeled on its own, and to put it bluntly, it was automatically divided into three layers at the footer.

I carefully tugged at a layer of paper and slowly tore it open.

In this way, I quickly saw the middle layer of paper, which at first glance looked like a blank sheet of paper, but it was obvious that something had been drawn with a pencil before had been erased by the eraser, because there were still residual pencil marks in many places.

I wondered about it, and I always felt like the map was sending me something. The problem is that there aren't many hints in the mezzanine. I didn't really think about it.

After waiting for more than half an hour, the two attendants came back with Da Mao. I didn't see the shadow of the woman in red.

According to the attendant, the woman in red had already left, and after reconciling, they verified that the number of pigs, sheep and ducks was correct.

The people in the pan also praised these two entourages a few words incorrectly, which means that these two entourages are very serious.

But I'm not happy with the results. Because the accounts and the real thing are all right, how can we open meat tonight?

I deliberately stiffened my face and said to the two attendants, "The account doesn't seem right, the number of sheep is one less." ”

As soon as I said this, everyone else looked at me in surprise, and the frying pan specially asked, "Brother Seven Injuries, you didn't count, how do you know it's wrong?"

The two attendants were very clever and were the first to understand the taste.

I don't know what they were thinking, but they nodded in agreement, and one of the attendants added, "I remember, yes, not only is there one missing, but it's still a lamb." ”

I smiled approvingly, and I thought this guy was clever enough.

The pan also looked stunned. I didn't bother to explain, but said to the two attendants, "Go now, catch a lamb, and the others will find firewood, and let's taste the roast mutton." ”

The men immediately got ready. I found that there was strength in numbers, and soon a stand and firewood were piled up in front of the straw house.

The two attendants had improvised daggers on their bodies. When they had brought the lamb back, they did not help the others, so they slaughtered it with a dagger.

These first-class slaves in the pan are definitely gluttonous, and they don't even want to throw away the blood of the sheep.

There were also a few vacant coconut shells in this thatched hut, and a few people in the frying pan held coconut shells, squatted in front of the dead sheep, and cooperated with the two entourages to receive the blood of the sheep.

Originally, this seemed like nothing, just eating mutton, what could go wrong?

The beard and I didn't want to get our hands dirty, so we deliberately stood aside and watched them busy, but something strange happened.

The pan caught the sheep's blood for a while, he sniffed, took out a strange expression, turned his head to look at the two of us, and said, "Something is wrong!"