Like a hyena that smells fat, Marijuana burrows into a cold cave with a head that's slightly larger than an average person's.

The oncoming cold air hit the marijuana head like cold water, making his facial features shrink slightly larger than ordinary people.

After only a few steps, the pair of thin cowhide boots, which were more beautiful than practical, dissipated the heat from the hemp head and feet.

The soles of the feet are cold and the toes are numb. The hemp head feels like a window with a leaky air, constantly taking away the little heat from the body.

A slap on the head of the dog next to him, the hemp head shook his head, and pointed to the other party's thick clothes and boots: "Take it off." The voice was arrogant, like calling an animal.

Not only did the dogleg not care, but a small flower smiled on his thin face: "Okay, big brother, you wait." As he spoke, he took off his clothes and shoes.

As soon as the shoe left his foot, a pungent smell of stinky feet spread in the cold air.

It smelled like a cart of rotten eggs and rotten leaves, sour and smelly!

The hemp head's eyes moved, and he looked at the steaming shoes that came out of the boot barrel in front of him, and rolled his throat with difficulty: "Are you a bun?" Why is it still steaming? ”

Dogleg smiled a little shyly: "Big brother, I'm sweaty, I'm still very powerful."

The muscles of the marijuana head's eye sockets trembled, and he raised his hand to reward the dog-legged subordinate with a big-eared scraper: "Get out of the way, change to a clean one!" ”

After changing into shoes and thick clothes, the cold body gradually warmed up.

The hemp head rubbed his shoulders awkwardly, and his clothes were clean, but he just felt uncomfortable. The shoes on my feet don't smell, but they are like a layer of plastic film, and I feel uncomfortable all over my body.

The corners of his mouth twisted angrily, and the hemp head cursed those mud legs, why don't you send the precious fur with both hands, and let Uncle Ben run it himself.

The soles of his feet stepped over the slippery ground, and as soon as he stepped out of the passage, a cold wind with frost particles hit his face.

The hemp head shrunk his neck, his nose was uncomfortably incited, and he sneezed out: "It's cold, don't grind, hurry up!" When he opened his mouth, he was hit by a gust of cold wind, his tongue was numb, and a large breath of cold air scraped his throat and entered his stomach.

The cold air entered the body, and the tips of the hairs on the upper body of the hemp head trembled violently: "Damn it! Covering his mouth and nose and cursing for a few words, the hemp head kicked the ground hard.

The sound of stepping on the ground echoed in the empty cavern, as if to welcome the arrival of the cannabis leader, and everyone who was trying to cut the ice stopped their movements in unison.

The marijuana head was very satisfied with the sound effect he had caused, and stood there with his legs in a hurry, and raised his head with his waist that he thought was very majestic: "Hand over that animal"

A moment later, the marijuana head walked out with a snow fox covered in ice slag in his hand, shaking his arms.

Even though they knew that the animal's fur was extremely valuable, John's family gritted their teeth and handed it over under the persuasion of the elders. They are just ordinary tenants, incapable of resisting the forces of evil.

"Whew~! Whew~! John's eyes bulged out, and his chest heaved and heaved. Anger made his cheeks flush and his forehead bruised.

The arms swing vigorously, like horns about to attack the enemy, stirring the air around them. The burning anger in his chest almost burned what little sanity John had left.

The upper and lower gums are constantly squeezing the teeth, making a "squeaking" grinding sound. The legs are like two stone pillars, constantly smashing the ground, making a panicked "knock" sound.

"What are you doing?!" A low roar slammed into John like a whip.

John stiffened his neck and stubbornly took a few more steps, until his vision was blocked by a stout man. The reddened eyes looked straight at each other, like an angry bull.

"Stare at what? Even I want to fight?! ”

John's father slapped John's skull, and the other party stubbornly twisted his head, and his nose gasped loudly, driving his neck muscles to contract.

The stern father's roar and the mother's comfort finally calmed down the angry John. But like an abused donkey, John ran to the corner of the cave and vented his anger frantically on the cold, smooth stones.

Rick had been watching, standing in the crowd, like an observer, calmly watching the vicious robbery.

No one noticed that when the hemp head picked up the snow fox, the young man hidden in the crowd moved his eyes quietly.

But until the other man left, Rick remained in place.

Not to mention using witchcraft now, even thinking about things more, his brain hurts faintly.

At this rate, it would take at least a little over a month for Rick to completely repair the rift in his brain.

But he couldn't wait any longer, and the mysterious voice in his head kept urging Rick to make money. The voice was urgent, even with a hint of command.

Rick understands that the mysterious voice in the dark is also a part of himself, and he will never harm himself

"The Devil's Mead"

This is the description of that smell in the abyss inheritance knowledge.

As the snow fox was digging out of the ice, Rick smelled the sweetness of honey that had almost disappeared. The air in the cave is moist and cold, and there are even frost particles and ice chips. Normal humans can't smell anything, and only Rick's facial features, which are more sensitive than ordinary people, can catch the slightest smell in the air.

Devil's honey appeared a long time ago, and it is a strange thing that naturally develops the brain domain.

But as the name suggests, it's not so easy to drink.

While developing the brain domain, it also carries a natural neurotoxin that protects itself. Humans only need to taste a little, and the muscles and nerves will be like epileptic seizures, crazy convulsions and spasms. Until he dies a few minutes later, his muscles and nerves still move reflexively, like a corpse

"Let it go, let it go!"

The tenant tore his throat and sat on the cart shouting. A few restless fat ducks beside him "quacked" and pecked around with their flat beaks from time to time.

The dwarf green donkey pulling the cart kept squeezing the hip muscles, throwing a hot lump of donkey dung mixed with a large amount of hay clippings on the spacious business road. Make a contribution to polluting the air on trade routes.

The petty traders exaggerated their actions to avoid freshly baked donkey dung, for fear that the goods would be contaminated with the smell of filth.