Zhuang Yi was woken up by a pig cry.

He suspected that he was having auditory hallucinations, and the last image in his mind was clearly the scene of the college sorority. The fat man has always been uncared for, and the fat man with a cane is even more uncaring, he sat silently in the corner and watched very openly, and after the car accident, he encountered some things, it would be good to be alive, what is the fat of the drug guide?

The music is loud, the laughter is harsh, the air is muffled, and the head is a little dizzy.

Dizzy?!

The sound of the pig became clearer and clearer, and he suddenly had a bad premonition, and when he raised his hand, he shook his eyes, and a fat pig's trotter appeared in front of him.

Exercise! Wear it again! He couldn't help but scold, but unfortunately he could only come out of his mouth with a series of humming pig meows.

A year ago, he had a strange disease, and he didn't wake up for months, and his soul traveled thousands of miles away, and he still doesn't know how to solve it. He did consult with the doctor, but after taking a few courses in psychological support for insanity in car accidents, he completely shut up.

The stunned frustration did not last long, he quickly regained his composure, looked at the rich body and white fat hooves, and felt a little glad in his heart: no matter how much he was stronger, he could at least be alive and kicking around.

This is the third time he wears it, the first two times being Australian eucalyptus and African cactus.

As a soul penetrating experience, determining the level of environmental safety is the number one priority. It's a small pig farm, with a full water pipe, a brick house, an iron fence, a nasty koala that doesn't eat eucalyptus leaves, and an annoying tortoise that gnaws cactus, and a safety rating of B.

This body is an obese boar, and for some unknown reason it died, so he wore it. Based on the experience of the first two times, there should be a soul nucleus near the pig farm. He concentrated, and sure enough, he sensed a trace of vague breath in the atmosphere, moist as the rotten soil of the forest, dry as the flames of burning fire, contradictions coexist but do not conflict, it is the overflowing breath of the soul core.

The soul core is Zhuang Yi's own definition, and he doesn't know what kind of existence it is. After the car accident, the world in his eyes was no longer the same as before, he could see the energy light body floating in the air, and he could also see the changes in his soul. Every time his soul is pierced, there are always some dark spots in his soul light body, like a hole in a moth-eaten leaf, and the soul core can repair the black spots, and when the spirit body is complete, he can return to his original body.

There is no pattern in the appearance of the soul core, or he still can't figure out the pattern for the time being. Australia's soul core was on a rock deep underground, and it took him three months to grow roots before he finally touched the rock to absorb the soul core. The soul core was on a piece of porcelain, and it was blown away by the sandstorm to the east and west today, but fortunately, the porcelain piece was embedded in the tortoise's shell, and the tortoise coveted his tender and juicy cactus meat, otherwise he would have to be dried in Africa.

This time the soul core seemed to be farther away, he couldn't locate it exactly, but it had four legs, and he could get there no matter how far he went, Zhuang Yi looked calm and calm, got up, and then calmly stuck on his face.

All four legs were trembling, and he couldn't take a step, but when he got up, he was already dizzy and his heart was beating wildly, how fat Nima must be!

This pig is definitely fattened!

Zhuang Yi struggled with the fat body and weak hooves, just some adaptation, the door of the pig farm opened, the pigs rejoiced, bravely went straight to the trough, Zhuang Yi was standing on the edge of the trough, instantly squeezed crooked by the surging pigs, miserable.

Pigs have the habit of arching the trough to grab food, Zhuang Yi thinks that he has always respected the customs of other tribes, but don't step on his head! Trampled by a dozen pigs' trotters, he felt deeply insulted by his personality.

Being bullied by a group of pigs, what else are you going to do in the future?!

He screamed and stood up desperately, and the pigs were quickly squeezed away and fell to the ground.

Qi Dashan, the owner of the pig farm, looked surprised.

The grade of the pig is actually very strict, and there are rules for who eats first and who eats later, but not too many people know about it, after all, the pig is a pile of meat to enter the stomach in the eyes of people, and not many people care about the level of meat.

Qi Dashan couldn't be clearer, although the fat pig in front of him eats a lot, he has always been the last to eat in the back row, why did he suddenly change his sex and dare to fight this time?

Zhuang Yi did not have the same appearance as Qi Dashan, he was very struggling under the blow, panting and recovering. The last fat pig challenged the authority, and the other pigs, of course, were not convinced, and rushed over to the arch. Zhuang Yi leaned on the iron fence to support his weight, kicked a leg, and the pig fell to the ground, and then caught up with the arhat and blocked it, and it didn't take long for a group of pigs to lie on the ground.

Just kidding, although I just changed to a pig's brain and didn't get used to it, the emaciated camel was bigger than the horse, and it was still better than a group of pigs in terms of fighting wits.

Zhuang Yi glanced at the little thin eyes, no pig dared to go up, he proudly shook his ass and stretched out his mouth to the trough, and when he saw the pig food in the trough, he lost his appetite in an instant. Angry and wilted, he turned around and walked away, and sat in the corner worried: What's the matter? You can't eat pig food in the future, right?

Qi Dashan has a different interpretation: This pig has a plague?

After being hungry for most of the day, Zhuang Yi finally looked forward to the sunset and moonrise, and the breath of the soul core was absent, and he preliminarily judged that it should be in the east.

Under the eyes of the pig, he opened the iron grate, hoping to absorb the soul core back to his original body as much as possible, but the door of the pig farm was locked from the outside, and there was a window above the brick wall.

But when the pig's trotters were on the edge of the window, he saw a big dog running outside, yellow and black miscellaneous hair, and leprosy skin spots, at a glance it was a common local dog in rural China, the only difference was that it had two chickens in its mouth.

The big dog heard the movement and looked up at him.

For a while, the dog's eyes stared at the pig's eyes, and they were speechless. The chicken fluttered and flew chicken feathers, and the big dog retracted his gaze and ran over with the chicken.

Zhuang Yi felt that the world was in chaos.

Weasels steal chickens, dogs steal too?

Qi Dashan, the owner of the pig farm, also felt that the world was in chaos.

Recently, Qijiazhai has been doing strange things, for three days in a row, it is either this young chicken or that young duck, and there will always be chicken feathers and duck feathers near his pig farm. Yesterday, He Laodao looked up at the sky and pinched his fingers, saying that according to his night observation of the sky, the stars and the moon have changed recently, and it may be a pig demon.

Qi Dashan naturally doesn't believe in those, there is a pig demon in the pig farm, who still buys his pigs?

The Spring Festival is coming, many people in the city come to Qijiazhai to pick up New Year's pigs, Qi Dashan made a special trip to accompany the customer to see, accompanied by his second brother - pig killer Qi Hongguang, pick and kill, one-stop service. Seeing the chicken feathers and chicken blood scattered all over the place outside the pig farm, Qi Dashan was a little stunned, is there really a pig demon?

When the door of the pig farm was opened, Zhuang Yi was lying on the ground staring at the pig food in the trough for a psychological struggle, he was hungry for a day and tired for a night, completely dizzy, thinking about whether to give in temporarily, the pig food looked good, for example, the carrot seemed to be quite crispy.

The pigs were all in a commotion, and Zhuang Yi fluttered up and was distracted: What's the matter? What's going on?!

"The pig killer is coming! Here comes the pig killer again! ”

The pigs panicked, screamed and retreated, huddled together.

Zhuang Yi was speechless: It's just a pig killing, panic a ball! Keep staring at the carrot.

The other pigs looked at him as if they were looking at an idiot, and Zhuang Yi felt that his IQ was offended by Yan Zhan, but he immediately came back to his senses.

Dry! Now it's not a man who is a pig!

He hurriedly looked around, hoping to find a place to hide, but the pigsty was unobstructed, so he could only squeeze with the pigs, and soon squeezed into the middle of the herd, trying his best to reduce his sense of storage.

It's a pity that no amount of pigs can hide his fat body, and a tall and fashionably dressed beauty pointed at him with slender fingers.

"I want that head."

"Okay! Shall I kick you out and kill you immediately? Next to us is the pig slaughterhouse. ”

"Kill. The pig's head is left whole, the meat you look at and cut, we want to fill the sausage bacon, don't go into the water, ah, keep the fat sausage......"

The more Zhuang Yi listened, the more the egg hurt and the chrysanthemum tightened. It is not a good taste to stand in front of you and tell you in detail how I am going to kill you, where to start the knife, to steam your head and stir-fry your intestines.

He quickly thought about countermeasures, maybe he had just changed a pig brain, and he really couldn't think of any good way, and finally he decided to show himself as a pig herd and be different. Isn't it often performed on TV, ducks can watch babies, dogs can sing. He was fat, and he couldn't show his beautiful dancing and singing voice, showing his intelligence or something, which was enough for these people to keep pigs under the knife.

If you want to do it, him out of the world! If you don't, it's enough! Blockbuster!

He moved his fat body slowly, opened the gate, stretched out the pig's trotters and scratched a "person".

A pair of bright black pig eyes looked at the owner of the pig farm: Look, what a smart pig I am. Don't kill me, don't kill me.

Which pig farm owner and pig killer are in unison.

"Pig Demon ——————!!!"

"What to do?!"

"Kill it!"

"Hurry up and prepare the black dog blood!"

……

Zhuang Yi stood in place like a thunderbolt.

Depend on! Pig demon, your uncle!

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