The white-haired rat spirit dragged the stump leg and could be seen from a distance. There was a sea of people in front.

The shouts came and went.

Outside the gate, on the walls, and on the roof of a courtyard, the villagers were densely packed, and they didn't know what grand celebration they were watching.

"Great, great, finally found the crowd."

looked back at the back vigilantly, but almost didn't die of scare on the spot-

I actually caught up!

And that bald head!

This Nima's new hatred and old hatred add up, and this bald head must not be finished with her this time.

No, you have to run away!

He turned around and rushed into the crowd.

Onlookers rushed outside the gate and tiptoed into the courtyard.

While shouting lively: "Eat quickly, can't five people eat one?" ”

"Kill him! Kill him! ”

"Grind and chirp, give me something to eat. I can't eat this little thing, Bai Chang is so fat! ”

"This Niu Lao San is too useless, with such a big belly, he can't even hold this little thing."

"Look at it, it's out!"

I saw that the crowd suddenly gave way to a road, and the two family members ran out in a hurry with stretchers.

Looking closer, on the stretcher was a fat boy with a fat head and big ears, like a giant meat ball, which looked to weigh at least 400 pounds.

The fat man was still wailing in pain: "Hold me to death, my belly is going to explode!" Gross - I'll never eat again in my life! ”

Then the fat man vomited on it and was carried to the opposite yard.

The onlookers all gasped, this fat man was too miserable.

What kind of tragic movement is going on inside, can torture a Roshan to such a death.

I don't know what these people are doing, or what kind of movement is going on in the yard.

The rat spirit doesn't care either.

He squeezed into the crowd and drilled into the yard.

The person next to him was not happy: "Alas, alas. What are you grabbing this little girl, line up in the back, and those who want to participate in the competition are lined up to more than 1,000. What are you robbing? ”

The white mouse turned around sharply and glared at him fiercely, scaring the man to shut up on the spot. Wait until the rat spirit continues to drill ahead.

The man scolded: "Thin like this rib, and still want to enter the competition, isn't this looking for death!" ”

With a look of disdain, he looked at the place where the white rat had gotten through, and his face was full of schadenfreude.

Randomly turned his face to the courtyard again.

At this time, the focus of the audience is in this courtyard, who cares about silver-haired women or silver-haired women. Can there be something wonderful inside?

I saw that the people layer by layer squeezed the inside and out, and the white-haired mouse had never worked so hard when he was digging into the ground.

It's almost squeezed into meatloaf, and it's still desperately drilled into it.

Finally, I used my strength to eat milk, and finally got to the gate.

Squeezed forward hard, plopped, and knelt directly on the ground with his legs.

Is there no one left?

Looking back, thousands of people were all crowded out of the gate, and none of them stepped through the door.

It's as if this gate is a ghost door, and it is almost squeezed into a cake, and I am stunned to hold on to the door frame, but I don't take half a step.

What the hell is going on, what are these thousands of people afraid of, why don't they dare to come in, what is in the house?

The huge courtyard was so empty that not even an ant dared to step into it.

Looking up at the hall in the courtyard, the door was wide open, and there were indeed people inside.

I saw a table in the room, and there were two people on it "eating and drinking".

One was unusually fat, sitting like a mountain of meat, while on the opposite side was a short, little fat man.

The two looked like they were gobbling up like they were playing.

The crowd outside the gate shouted feverishly—

"Eat, eat, it's already twenty people, and you can't eat him?"

"This pig-headed brother's stomach is too terrifying, I've been eating it for two hours, and I'm still eating it! I'm afraid that this guy from Gaojiaguan will belong to him. ”

……

Good guys, what are you eating?

So exciting? The whole village came to see it, and it was more lively than getting married and marrying a daughter-in-law.

The white rat spirit looked up and saw that the little man of the two was actually holding a pig's head?

No, if you look closely, it's actually a pig's head mask.

Compared with the giant Roshan of 5 or 600 catties opposite, he is so "thin" that he is not presentable, and he looks like he is only about 100 catties.

With such a small physique, he dares to compete with a 600-pound giant to eat!

I saw a big bathtub in front of the pig-headed man, gobbling it up.

But everyone's eyes were focused on this little man.

This guy is really weird, small size, although he is a pig-headed person, but if you look closely, it is not really a pig's head.

Rather, it is a pig's head mask.

A mouth was exposed under the mask, grabbing at the contents of the large tub. I don't want to keep stuffing it in my mouth.

With both hands at the same time, he kept stuffing it all the time, how big was his mouth? Is this Sefa still dissatisfied?

It's amazing.

What kind of food does this man have, and he doesn't have to chew it?

Look at what he eats—

The mouse frowned violently, thinking what it was, the competition of special local food, but it turned out that there were some lively things in the basin-

Green and yellow, locusts?

This pig-headed man eats locusts raw? Such a heavy taste?

Even the white rat spirit couldn't help but churn in his stomach.

Look at the 600-pound Roshan basin opposite. , it's the same locusts, these people are actually eating locusts in a competition.

What kind of sand sculpture is this, the competition to eat bugs raw?

And the Roshan was obviously almost there, retching while eating, and the stuff in his mouth couldn't be swallowed for a long time, and the last one didn't hold back and spit it out.

At this time, I only heard the crowd behind me start shouting: "The fat man is dying, who else can eat, go and replace the fat man!" ”

These guys really take turns to play wheel battles with the pig-headed people on the opposite side!

20 people take turns to eat, and they can't eat a dwarf?

Another villager continued to shout: "If there is anything to eat, hurry up, eat all these locusts, and the locust plague in the village will be solved!" ”

"It doesn't matter if the locust plague is not a locust plague, the key is to win that pig's head, and you can save the Gao family's young man's paper!"

Eat to win. Save the guy paper? The more the rat spirit listened, the more confused he became.

I couldn't help but open my mouth and ask the villager outside the door, "What kind of young man, what kind of game is this?"

The villager squeezed through the crowd and talked, and mysteriously leaned into Blowing Snow's ear—

"Old girl, I see that you still look a little human, so I'll tell you. The eldest young master of the Gao Family Pavilion - the young man's paper has been hijacked! ”

"This young master of the Gao Family Pavilion has a marriage contract with the eldest lady of the neighboring Lu Yuanwai family."

"Then Lu Yun's family is a radius of hundreds of miles, one of the best famous families, this Gaojiazhuang has a son-in-law of the Lu family, but it is a great joy for the glory of the ancestors."

"A few days ago, a young man wearing a pig's head mask came to their house. Originally, today was the day when the young man of the Gao family fulfilled the marriage contract, but he was actually locked in the house by this pig-headed man and hijacked. ”

"That pig-headed man is born with divine power, and dozens of strong men in the village are not his opponents, so he really has no choice. In the end, the pig's head let out a word, isn't this village infected with a plague of locusts? This pig's head insisted on trying to eat locusts with the villagers, and he could take turns to compare with him alone. ”

"Whoever wins it will take this guy with him. If no one can win him, then the lad is his. ”