Beard and I looked at the pan in wonder, and I thought to myself that he was just taking sheep's blood, so what was wrong?

Beard followed his words and asked, "What's wrong buddy?" Found gold particles in your blood? ”

The frying pan knew that the beard was teasing him, but he didn't pay much attention to it, but still took a serious look, picked up the coconut shell, and handed it to the two of us.

The pan asked us both about the taste of sheep's blood.

Actually, it's okay for me to eat mutton, but raw mutton blood? I always feel like I'm whirring, and I really don't want to hear it.

I shook my head, but the pan looked insistent.

When I watched the coconut shells being handed to me and my beard, I knew I couldn't hide.

The beard also motioned for me to come first. I played a little abacus, probably held my breath, leaned in front of the coconut shell, and deliberately "sniffed".

I didn't smell anything, but then I retracted my head and said to the pan, nothing out of the ordinary.

The pan was surprised. The beard, like me, came over. It's just that this guy is very real, and he took a big sip.

The beard suddenly burped, rolled his eyes, and fell on his back.

I saw it in my eyes and immediately gave me a helping hand.

I dragged my beard and didn't really hit the ground. And with such a buffer, the beard regained its strength.

He coughed again, and said to me, "Damn, do you have a rusty nose, how do I smell it, and feel so bitter?" ”

I smiled. The beard reacted completely, saying that I dared to play tricks.

I had a few words with him. But then, I also focused on sheep blood, and this time I sniffed a little bit at sheep blood in order to verify the beard's claim.

I have to admit that it is not ordinary suffering.

Beard and I were both confused, and Beard muttered, "It's strange, how did this sheep get it, is there something wrong with the guts, bile or something, it's all seeping into the blood?" ”

I don't think the beard is a good idea. What I can think of is that this sheep is usually fed with medicine, and to go deeper, maybe not only it, but the entire livestock in the farm have been fed medicine.

I said this analysis, the pan still looked confused, but the beard thought what I said was a little interesting, and he answered, "Could it be that the ugly girls are very particular about making some pigs and sheep here into 'medicinal food'?" ”

We can't go any further. The pan took advantage of the time and asked, "Do you want to eat this lamb?" ”

In normal times, I would certainly not fight this lamb again, but on this small island, throwing away meat food at will makes me feel like a tyrannical thing.

I finally had a plan, let the pan catch a duck and come back, and we fed the sheep's blood to the ducks, and if the ducks ran out, it would be fine. Let's not take it too seriously, roast this lamb and eat it.

The frying pan was definitely troubled by the problem of sheep's blood, and his brain was a little too much to turn now. He asked me again, "Can ducks drink blood?" That thing doesn't usually eat meat, right? ”

I reminded him, "Ducks love fish!" Do you say it eats meat or not? ”

The pan took out an epiphany posture and immediately ran away.

He quickly brought back two ducks. The two ducks may have been frightened, and they kept calling, wow, wow.

I'm happy with the ducks, after all, the more alive they are, the healthier they are.

I found two more first-class slaves and asked them to cooperate with the pan and forcibly pour blood into the ducks. Anyway, after a toss, the two ducks were fed, especially their beaks were all red.

We put the ducks in the hut and watched, and then we lit a fire, skinned the dead lambs, and set them on the fire.

After waiting for half an hour, the two ducks were fine, and the lamb was almost cooked.

Those of us who asked about the smell of barbecue had already been hungry. We didn't wait any longer and ate together.

This time it was all of us, including Da Mao, who got together. We sat around the roast lamb for a long time.

These first-class slaves in the pan are not used to having dinner with two entourages coldly. Come to think of it, when they usually eat, they are restricted by the hierarchy.

I simply said it to their faces, let them let go of their identities, and don't think about those who don't need it, we are now a group of good buddies, get together and rub together.

In order to adjust the embarrassing atmosphere, the beard also took the initiative to pull nonsense.

He told some small stories first, but the atmosphere had not yet been mobilized by him, and it was a little dead. Hu Zi looked at these people who were eating silently, snorted, and said that he really wanted to force Lao Tzu to use a killer move.

He changed the subject again and talked about women. I had to sigh in my heart, saying that no matter what kind of men get together, it seems that when it comes to women, everyone really has a common topic.

Soon, the two attendants and the pan were completely let go, and occasionally after the beard finished a meat joke, these people also laughed evilly, including the big hair, he would not laugh like a normal person, but would scream a few times to express excitement.

After more than an hour, we almost finished eating the roast sheep. I, the beard and the pan, were just sitting on the ground with their stomachs shy, and the two attendants and Da Mao were slightly abnormal.

Their faces were flushed and they giggled from time to time. Let's just talk about the two entourage, they still have to tell us the secret of Sister Fox.

According to their meaning, Sister Fox has always been the woman of the Pear King, but the Pear King is so fat that it is almost a problem to walk, let alone do that. So except for Sister Fox being touched a few times by the Pear King occasionally, the two of them have no relationship at all.

In addition, Sister Fox is a good age, she can't always be provoked by the Pear King, but she has nowhere to vent, right? In the end, Sister Fox secretly got along with the black chicken. Black Chicken: Who is that? Just listen to the nickname, you know that he is very powerful and majestic in that regard. With his advantage, he can definitely make Sister Fox comfortable.

When I listened to these two attendants say this, I also secretly observed the pan people. They were all surprised, and absolutely shocked by the explosive news.

I've always felt that these two entourages are quite measured, but why are they so out of shape this time, and they have to say these secrets that Sister Fox can't be disclosed in front of these first-class slaves?

Beard had similar thoughts to me, and he stared at the two attendants, fed them, and asked, "You two, are you too drunk?" ”

These two attendants waved their hands and said, "What is the matter?" But as soon as I was reminded by the beard's words, and then I observed it like this, anyway, I felt that these two followers were like drunk.

And it didn't take long for the two attendants to snuggle up to each other shoulder to shoulder and fall asleep. And Da Mao, drooping his head, also took out a sleepy posture.

The pan had a question first, saying that we just ate roast sheep and didn't drink alcohol?

I leaned over to the two retinues and Da Mao and tested their snorts. They breathe vigorously, not like poisoned. And I couldn't help but think about what I had experienced during the daytime fight.

Whether it is the black chicken, Da Mao and these entourage, they all run their noses from time to time at noon, like they have the flu.

It's just that later their symptoms were mild, so I ignored it, and now that I look at it, I think there is something strange about these retinues and Da Mao's body.

I couldn't think about it too clearly for a while, and besides, these two retinues and Da Mao didn't have any worries about their lives, so I called these first-class slaves, and carried them to the grass hut first, so that they could wake up and talk.

Then we cleaned up and at least got a piece of the leftover lamb bones, plus the sheepskin and the water that had been stripped off.

The pan also took the initiative to throw away these "garbage". I stopped him.

I thought deeply, Sister Fox and they will definitely come back to the farm tomorrow, and then they will really find this big pile of garbage, and I and Beard, as the leaders of the entourage, are not easy to explain this.

I asked the pan to give me the garbage, and I wanted to find a hidden place to dispose of the garbage.

Now in the middle of the night, plus the beard is over, he said to accompany me, and also take the opportunity to stroll. I said yes.

We wrapped the bones and water in sheepskins, and I carried a simple shovel and beard in sheepskins, and we walked casually.

I meant to find some kind of ditch, dig a hole, and throw the sheepskin into it. And the beard said that he thought of a better place, and took me there.

I wondered for a while, but after walking with him for a while, I realized that he had led me to the vicinity of the pigsty.

There is a foul-smelling hollow here, and when you look at it by the moonlight, it is full of, and there are people, pigs, and sheep.

The beard said, "How's that?" Wouldn't it be safer for us to bury the garbage here? ”

I nodded, the problem is, it's so dirty in here. But the beard didn't care, he carried a shovel, first cautiously, stepped on a relatively clean place, and walked inside step by step.

He immediately poked the dirt.

We brought a shovel with us. I couldn't help for a while, and I didn't want to go inside, so I squatted on the periphery and waited silently.

It didn't take long for the beard to snort, and he increased the force of poking the soil. I looked at it from a distance and wondered, and said that he was so good at digging pits.

I called out to him a few times. In the end, because of his strength, the beard almost broke the simple shovel.

He beckoned to come and take a look. I had no choice but to suppress my dirty mood and walked in.

The pit dug by the beard was not very deep, especially the bottom of the pit was still reflective.

When I saw this, my brow furrowed. The beard squatted down, touched the reflective place, and said to me, "Damn, there is an iron plate here, it's not small." ”

I am on this island, I can see very few iron tools, after all, there is a lack of material, this iron plate can be buried here, presumably made by those ugly girls. But in this way, I can't figure out why such a good thing is not good for what to do. It's not buried here.

I took the shovel from my beard and dug again.

I mainly emptied all the soil from the iron plate. I guess it took a quarter of an hour to say the least, and the whole iron plate leaked out in front of us.

This iron plate is one meter long and wide. It's not too big. My beard and I each carried a horn and lifted it vigorously.

And the moment the iron plate was lifted, I could feel the wind whirring out from underneath it. This iron plate is just a "door", and there is even a lot of things underneath!